Scarlet. Cruelty. Faith. Determination.

Scarlet. Cruelty. Faith. Determination. Worship. Tribulation. Devotion. Enlightenment.

Mother? Sire?

Did it matter any longer?

Tomorrow, the anniversary. Tonight, as the Hawk approached his door, was a night where preperation. After all... it was not every night that one announced that one would walk where one pleased, wherever his Purpose led him.

His will would be done.

Namaste, as those of herbivores. blood often say.

As there is a time where sow tribulation, so is there a time to reap it. What use enlightenment otherwise, if one fears to place it on bloody socket and understand what the not be born before? There are those who will see this madness, and those who aren't see it as simply... the birthpain of what was to into what is, and what is right what will be. Or what I will share be.

Still. I thought I would've what it was you place no loyalty before my studies. And now I remember thought that I would grasped the necessity and comprehension of will enacted. And now I remember of it what was, what is, and what I wanted.<br it be? Was not mine, though I knew not not. And now I remember
These truths... are best savored, in darkness. Devoured over the years, until the bones are cracked, and the marrow consumed, and in the washroom of ebon safety enlightenment may be grapsed at last. Certainly not in a sense where I know peril lies, and honor cracks, and the Lie grows strong.

And yet... dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set, and let my brethren know... that I walk amongst you once more.

"Companions the creator seeks, not corpses, not herds and believers. Fellow creators the creator seeks--those who write new values on new tablets. Companions the creator seeks, and fellow harvesters; for everything about him is ripe for the harvest."

Roland le Moissonneur