Yknow suicidal people who want to die? They go missing sometimes. Usually, if they're aware of it, they wander into the Empty City, meandering in and out of doors until they either get eaten or they exit a door that leads to like, Ellesmere Island or something. Some come directly to us.
That was the case this morning, with, get this, A WILLING DOLL. She just kinda stumbled into Bliss, and asked to see the Archangel. We brought her to Father all shackled up, and she spat at him, so he executed her. We sent her head in the mail to The Screaming Tower. Father said whoever wanted the body could have it, so a bunch of timberwolves took it and then gangbanged it. The headless corpse, that is. They're funny sometimes.
Not like I'm that, though, I prefer my girls warm, living and horny. Chained up and whipped, usually, but alive. It's funny, as a sign of alliance-ship, we traded two proxies. Father gave The Rake a timberwolf, and The Rake gave Father a female Maenad, and my god is she just the horniest little harlot I've ever met. And she's into bondage, so that's a plus. So yeah, I'm not like those sex-starved grunts. We don't get too many female timberwolves, it just....doesn't happen.
What the hell am I doing here, anyways? I'm drinking a bottle of cheap vodka, and posting weird shit on the internet. Ah, well, maybe Thompson and his Department Store Mistress'll be interested to find out what happened to their compadre.
So he wants other proxies to come visit him for the festival he's at! What an idiot. Either he's plotting to kill them, or vice-versa. He may have The Choir and The Blind Man on his side, but that doesn't make him invincible. Maybe I should pay him a little visit.
Embrace The Archangel.
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