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Beg for mercy at the hand of the gods.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Dearest Little Pet

Oh Mystery, you've developed well, pet. It has been a delight watching you grow.

TheAdvocate, what are you doing? Stop screwing around. We have no time for you to behave like a hormonal adolescent. 

Its coming, worms. The time is nearing, I can already smell the burning flesh and taste victory...

It will be a pleasure like no other.

Saturday, June 23, 2012


The Road Runner is dead. Nicely done, Shady. 

She was a tool, truly. A tool of disorder, of anarchy. She was never welcome in among my elect. She was a pawn, a distraction -- She was disposable. She allowed me to use her, fully understanding that I was manipulating her, and would have eventually tried to turn my subjects against me. The power-hungry insects lack a whit of loyalty, and it would have been an unnecessary distraction to have to kill them all for rebelling against me... So, I killed the crow before she could build a nest among the corn. Actually, you killed her. I watched, it was delightful. Do you have some kind of relationship with that Proxy they call... 85, I believe? It would not surprise me if you did. You seem to have a thing for psychopaths.

I have many spies in place. The information Road Runner, or Lenore as you call her, provided me with not only allowed me to strategically attack groups of targets but it also gave me the opportunity to plant my own men behind enemy lines. 

I'm coming for your pet, Faceless One. Do you think the Executor can really contest my power? I am a much higher being, I will simply put him down like a bad dog. Are you going to fight his battles for him? I recall you attacked me once near the Haven, when I was walking in the woods. It was before my child was born, if I recollect correctly. It seems like so long ago. I am prepared for you! You will not catch me off guard as you did before.

Now, I have a few more things to discuss... But I think I will save them for a later post.

I'm sure TheAdvocate will cover them when he returns from his away trip to Texas. I had an army to build, and chemical warfare to test. He and I have come to a modest agreement and we are no longer of one body.   He had quite a few demands... and he is skilled in the art of persuasion. 

One of the things that he asked of me was to relocate my spirit to another host body and give him Casey's old shell... I humored him. After a great deal of thought, I decided on a course of action.

I have created a new host body, one that is suitable for a god. Casey's body was born of a woman and designed to die... My new masterpiece has been designed to be a lasting weapon. Dodgy, ironically the essence and spirit I used to generate this new host body was the same that I received after consuming you and your whore.

Now I see why TheAdvocate laughs often. The world is truly full of humor. 

Tuesday, May 1, 2012


I selected you before you were born.
You were chosen for my use, to be manipulated by me.
You were designed to be my puppet.

Oh, but you resist me. I knew that the other's influence would weigh heavily on your mind and I wished it to be so, but... something went wrong, didn't it? Perhaps I underestimated your level of awareness. So, I fabricated visions and implanted them in your mind. You believed every inception, every implanted memory, every false moment, but not for long.

I too was selected by the gods long ago, I too was a part of this cycle. I had an innate connection with the gods and their power, I was a very special child. I held positions of power and influence during my life. When I was fully prepared to embrace the role the gods had designed me for, I was ritually possessed by their power and became a new creation. When my physical body decayed and became useless, I used the gods' ruhmal to obtain a new host. The cycle has never been interrupted and never shall be interrupted.

You were not meant to become a new creation, but to be the host body of a higher being. I molded you in such a way so that I could use you behind enemy lines without being detected. My mind directed yours, but you did not realize it was so. You did not know that your thoughts were really mine. It was a perfect deception.

But the Slender Man, as He is called now, wanted you as well. I smiled, knowingly. He would try and influence you and I would have a method of sabotaging His works. So, He came to you as a child. You saw him and were infected by His powers, I allowed you to be manipulated but remained observant while He pulled your strings...

He kept you in a state of hypnotism for many years, but I spared your sanity. You would have been broken forever otherwise. I kept you from becoming a mere tool of His. You became different, you became a special case. To keep your mind from snapping, I created an imaginary world for you to dwell within.

It's funny, really... You have always blamed Him, but in reality it was I who created the illusion that became your second life.

TheAdvocate... He was a part of what the Slender Man was doing in your life. You remember now, don't you? You saw the truth. You know the big secret now. You and TheAdvocate have a very similar destiny... Your lives are intertwined together.

So many years... You spent so many years in that fake world and then finally the Slender Man  loosened his grip on you. As His gaze turned away from you, I took full control of your life. He still believed that you were His. I had successfully deceived even the great Tall Man! It did not stop there though.

I organized your encounters, I set you up to meet the Shady Lady, while you slept I worked within your mind. When I needed to control your body fully without alerting you to my presence, like the day I attacked the DAS' Haven, I surrounded your mind with lies and made you believe that you had spent the day with your parents or reading a book, or searching for answers about your past.

Half of the truths you once believed have now been revealed to be lies, Doctor Proctor. After you moved into the mansion with the other remaining DAS members, you started to see through my deceptions. Your subconscious became aware of my presence while you slept and you began to dream of things... Things that you had no business witnessing.

I had used you as a tool to work behind enemy lines... but your subconscious began to resist my influence. I needed an heir... a body that I could transfer my power to if I ever lost you as my host. So, I manipulated you and TheAdvocate as well as DeMii and I created a daughter. After she was born and your subconscious openly defied me, I rejected your essence from your body and took control of it. You... some how managed to posses... a house cat...

But Lullaby... She was not like you.

She is dead now. The Shady Lady failed to protect my child and I will punish her for her failure soon enough.

I am in need of a new heir. The gods gave me a gift earlier this year, a special weapon. The gods' ruhmal. I will secure a new host body using this ancient tool. I have already begun my work, having already consumed many spirits...

My irritation is not relieved, however. I will consume your spirit and the Shady Lady's spirit and I will create a new host body... That will help ease my frustration.

But what will I do with the empty host body I create? Well... I will fill it with a powerful spirit.

The spirit of someone like you, Casey Black. Someone who I have  manipulated since the day of their creation. Someone I have specially influenced for this purpose.

But you already know this... and so you will die as well.

Nothing can be left to stand in my way.

I'm glad to see that you and the Shady Lady are on edge. TheAdvocate will be dealing with you very soon and I will be rid of another distraction.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The Shady Lady

You have my permission to eliminate the Road Runner. You do not have permission to harm my child, Lullaby. Also, you will expose Doctor Proctor to the Advocate for elimination. If you resist him, I will deal with you and your friends personally. You will not receive the same mercies you received the day I came to deliver my message to Mystery. Need I explain my intentions? No, I think not.

Do as your told, girl. Maybe you can still prove yourself to be useful.

Saturday, February 18, 2012


I have had a score to settle with the organization known as M.A.S.C. for quite some time now. Unfinished business to be dealt with. Now I am armed with a powerful weapon of the gods. I am genuinely excited. A new toy to enhance my powers, a new method to achieve victory.

As I continue to observe what remains of the D.A.S., I... smile. Lucas, dead. Mystery, off on a wild goose chase, slowly developing into a wonderful replacement for Dodgy. Shady, ripe for the picking... I will watch intently to see if Road Runner will eliminate her for me. DeMii, raising my child for me until I am ready to obtain full custody of her. All the rest who I do not care to list... 

Again, too bad Dodgy could not be here to witness it. The little fool had to go and make me kill him. 

But now I have someone to stand in until I find a permanent replacement... 

As you can see, things are coming along swimmingly. 

Sunday, January 29, 2012


Its time to continue with the task at hand. Finally.

Road Runner has done a wonderful job at mapping out the locations of important targets.

TheAdvocate and I have come to an... understanding...

...And I have received a new tool from the gods after much petitioning, sacrifice and worship. Very good news.

Do you know much about the Thuggee? I remember much of the old traditions, some of which I have strayed from... but with this new weapon, I will remind the fearful multitudes of the sacred ways.

Blood to appease the gods, but spilled blood will do no good. Now I have a wonderful method of harvest.

A shame Dodgy could not be here to share this moment, this tool...

I will find another pet to place at my right-hand soon. In fact, I have someone in mind who will fit the bill...

Monday, January 16, 2012





Allows time for thinking. 

Remembering past events.

And analyzing the future.

But waiting on the gods can leave a man impatient in times of action such as this.