#mayclay

Buckshot told me his family died from the hands of cultists; worshippers of a demon god. He has vowed his life to ridding the world of this corruption. Now it seems he is being searched for by his people. I won’t allow this.

Mortemer gave breathe to something which had once lost it. A demon, now something worse, under his control. He tells me it’ll be fine. We killed it once, we can kill it again if it goes rogue.

Mane nearly died from that agglomeration of a beast. I saw her get eaten alive, then narrowly carve her way out. She keeps getting fresh scars before her old ones can heal. It might be rough, but he tells me we’ll all push through. That was the last thought I heard from him for awhile. …Where is he?

Marcus was the first. I passed out from the fight with that vampire, so I wasn’t conscious for what followed, even though I would have liked to have gone.   This is something you get used to, he tells me. But now the demon god has sowed the seeds of something worse.

Frederika is frightening. I want to befriend her, but her devotion to Mortemer is beyond reason. If it was lust I could fathom it, but this is something of an unholy nature. He asked me how I could understand lust? I didn’t answer him. He also refused to answer my questions.

Elmeluion took another near fatal wound. He’ll be back up soon, I believe in Clay; he’s done this before. …He’s stopped, I think we all have. I received several letters. It’s become a hunt, yet I fear I can't protect either of them.

Dr. Agon. There’s silence. There shouldn’t be silence. There’s red. There shouldn’t be red. There should be. I can’t think. I can’t hear. Everything is falling. Please listen. I’m not sure what I’ll do if this fails.