There are days when I do believe I'm a genius. I quite enjoy taking circumstance and turning it to my advantage, as I did Friday evening.

I had just left my black dove with every intention of putting my nose back to the grindstone and preparing another status report for Astraeia, when I felt waves of the most intoxicating rage. Fury. Fear and ( Read more... )

I find myself quite entertained by the fact that Astraeia does not have the stomach for supervisory work. She did not seem to enjoy my dark goddess' status reports; Sierra showed me the memo she received asking her not to continue. From me, however, she is required to accept them, and I have been giving her a great deal of mayhem to experience ( Read more... )

She has exceeded my wildest expectations.

Last night, I watched from the shadows until I was certain Sierra had the situation well in hand. The demon who assisted her had been sent by me to ensure that she would not be overpowered before D'Hoffryn could arrive. She barely needed his help. I departed then and retreated to my home to await her ( Read more... )

The wheels are in motion. I have promised a group of local miscreants a handsome fee to attack Sierra. A third up front; the rest when the job is completed. Unfortunately for them, they will not be around to receive their final payment. They believe I want her killed; however, I won't allow her to come to harm. I have been close by, watching ( Read more... )

I have not been home for two days. You want a report? I'll give you a fucking report, bitch. Hopefully Ms. I-Don't-Kill-Humans will enjoy the exquisite details of the bloody vengeance I've wreaked in the past 48 hours. My favorite was avenging the Vietnam vet who had been tormented for months by two teenage punks; I allowed him to watch as I ( Read more... )

Humiliate me, will you, you goat-headed bastard? It amuses you to give me to her to toy with, knowing the way she has thwarted me for decades. She is unable to manage her own life, and she has been given control over mine. It is entirely intolerable.

I will win this battle, and then I shall win the war. Nobody withholds from me what I want. ( Read more... )

I keep the dagger of Chronos in the top of the armoire in my bedroom; often I find myself taking it out and speculating over what may possibly be, in the future. Retrieving it was as simple as Ethan suspected- a quick foray into a godforsaken cave in Afghanistan, and it was mine. Dreadful place, Afghanistan. I believe I would quite prefer Hell, ( Read more... )

I find myself unable to shake the sense of unease that has plagued me since the beginning of the week. I awakened late Monday night with the acute sensation of my bond with Rhia being severed. The unique relationship we have is not easily explained. Even now, when she belongs exclusively to one man. We have a sense of one another, and that ( Read more... )

I have been entertaining myself the past few days by teleporting to various dimensions searching for the perfect place to relocate the bartender. What I'm searching for is a near parallel to this one; no hell dimensions or temporal voids. After all, the only crime this fellow has committed is having something I want. I wish for him to continue ( Read more... )

I remain captivated by the unique charm of this town. The latest twist seems to be a spell that prevents sleep. Indeed, I don't require sleep, but I enjoy it, hedonist that I am. I have managed quite well without it, though, particularly since the lack has brought out Sierra's creative side. Whoever thought up edible body paint, I wonder? ( Read more... )