Unclean Spirits
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Leviathan. The principality of utter ruin and the consort of Astarte. It is he whom I have unleashed upon the unsuspecting world, and he who has come to grant me all that I ask. For this was the pact we made, sealed in my beloved Alexandra's warm blood.
He shall never be seen, but his Familiar goes forth as his eyes and ears, and as a servant even unto to me. There is a reason why people fear the black cat above all others of the feline persuasion, and Astarte is proof that their superstitions are not in vain. One look into her mezmerizing green eyes and all skepticism shall vanish.
I was once a skeptic. But never more.
For now it is not I who calls into the Abyss with the witch board, but they who call upon me. I am slowly poured out as a libation until I am fully consumed, and there is no longer any separation between myself and Leviathan.
An army comes. Make ready for the hour is at hand.
