Death Does Not Become Me....

The Prince and the Wizard There was a king, and he had only one son, who happened to be knightly and of the heroic sense. To prove himself, he left on an adventure across his father's land upon his royal horse. He came to a forest, where he found a large tree to rest under and take a nap. Vivid dreams came to him, and wild dragon horses breathed fire into his ears, whispering that if he ventured further, he will find a man with no kidneys on his path. Being the adventurous type, the prince awoke, and scoured the path until he found a man squirming and wailing about. "Mercy! What are you screaming for, man?" "A wizard has taken my kidneys and left me here on the road to wither and die." the flailing lad stated. The prince proudly said, "Rest here, and I will return," and he traveled for three days and three nights before he rested. At the hill where he rested, he saw three horses, which when they saw him, ran over to him to eat him. Not blinking a...

Friday night was really fun. Zillahface and I were running around making out in as many places as we could before we'd get ushered out when we ran into Naeva Trinstadt. She had this weird mix of nervousness and excitement on her face, and I don't blame her one bit, because she was to be married the very next day! So to distract her, and with alot of convincing Zillah, we went to a couple of taverns and carried around huge jugs full of wine. We staggered in the street with our jugs and Zillahface followed us moping, obviously not interested in being with two drunken and giggling girls. We found ourselves in Agrabah, where Yusuf scrubbed disgusting balls of dirt off our skin (thank goodness, too, because me and Z got into a mud fight earlier), and then Sabiha stretched, pulled, and battered our muscles until we felt like goo. I could tell Naeva really liked it, she didn't want to get off the massage table. After chasing goats and camels, and harassing the harem girls, we...

I've come to the realization that I know nothing of import about weddings nowadays. The extent of my wedding experience is one I attended in my former life, and then out by the dumpsters after a Reception in Sea-at-tel. People sure do eat alot of food when they get married, is this some sort of ritual? How do you plan such a thing? Technically it's a large party where everyone gets toasted, right? I mean, I think I could organize something like that. With this promise, our families are supposed to join and become an extended family. This is quite funny, because I have no family here. The last person I saw was my sister, Kizzie, and who knows what man she ran off with. I guess that I'm fortunate in that I'm gaining two new members, Samael and Ameera, both that like me alright from what I can tell. In a traditional gypsy engagement, our fathers are supposed to meet, and a dowry set but that tradition is thrown out the warehouse window at this point. Perhaps Zilla...

I've never seen Zillah like this. Sure, he's always been protective of me, but now he's attentive... and cares about my feelings. Like: ~He understood why I approached the demon Imri. He was very scolding, but was absolutely cute about it. ~He tended to my wounds, making sure they didn't stay infected. The look on his face when he inspected them showed me that he felt the pain of the gashes himself. ~He held me while I slept and didn't leave once. ~He makes sure I'm taking plenty of baths and supervises closely to make sure all mud is removed from my person. ~He doesn't complain when I trash the warehouse. ~He brought me to Hell just so I could see it. Unfortunately, the badguys there didn't like me much and kicked me out. ~He retired from being a Hellhound. ~He gives me kisses and love constantly. ~He's working on his bedtime story telling skills. ~He protects my honor any chance he gets, probably moreso than I realize. ~He got me a beautiful, o...

I've nothing in this world to show for myself but my actions, and I promised myself once I saw Zillah's missing green eye that I would retrieve it for him. In my thoughts, it was the perfect wedding gift; to be able to look at him freely, not through tinted glass on the day we are wed. I found Mister Imri at the fancy restaurant in Paris, the one I don't go to because the service kind of stinks. He purred that he has 'connections' and got us a table in the sea of overly-dressed masticating French people. He was quick to bring up Zillah and how fortunate I was to be leaving so soon. If I'm not mistaken, I think he was encouraging me to go, yet trying to hold my interest with cool, casual words and slight touches. It took all I had to disconnect myself from his constant flattery and cooing with a convincing smile on my face. I thought that if he began to trust me, then I'd have more leeway in acquiring the precious eye, so I sipped on some greenish absyn...

I was surprised with myself when I agreed to Zillah's marriage proposal. The answer didn't come out of me easily, as I was trying to manage the shock and confusion of actually seeing Zillahface on one knee before me. I remember when I first met Zillah Grey. He had some whore draped across his arm and he sneered at me when he first made contact with his green eyes. At first, he was very indignant, playing mean word tricks, indicative that he was verbally pulling my pigtails and didn't want to let me know what was really going on in his head. But he was so cute with his spikey hair and badguy attitude. I remember being slightly afraid of him at first. He was a known killer, ruthless and precise, and one day he let it slip that he is a cannibal. This was a frightening concept, as how does one act around someone who eats people? He never really assured me that he wasn't going to eat me, but I ended up sticking around, not asking about his habits or questioning his id...

You can never catch old man Rowane off guard. He seemed to know I was in London and walked in with this all-knowing aire about him. With warm greetings, we instantly turned to the subject that has probably consumed most of our time. The magic that will bring me back home. He's decided that Hell is the best place to perform the ward that will bring me back to Sea-at-tel. Personally, I don't think this has any underlying meaning, being it Hell and all, but it is kinda spooky. My friends back home will *not* believe I went to Hell and back. I can imagine the laughs now. So he brought me there, to show me the last place I will see. The ward has been traced, and the magic will be spun tomorrow. Forget the fact that I know Rowane is going to botch the job because he's been coerced by those that don't wish me to leave...

While sitting in the office at the warehouse, I decided to write down the pros and cons. This list is a list-in-action, and will be added to as I come to think of it. Pros (for going to Sea-at-tel) -Home. -familiar territory. -Derelicts and all others that I know are now there. -the party is going to be FANTASTIC when I come back. -Jorge. -the Plaid Pantry dumpster. -stronger cigarettes. -not as nice bathroom facilities. -less drama. -I'll never forgive myself. Cons (against going to Sea-at-tel) -I miss out on seeing Ameera grow up (she doesn't know yet) -no more magic. :( -I'll always be known by whom I associate with. -I wouldn't be able to avoid the people I don't like/don't like me. -I'll never forgive myself. -Zillah.

This was the most unlikely weekend ever. I'm still trying to process all that has happened, and I don't think I quite understand all of it. Early yesterday Ameera found me at the cafe, her face a red mess full of tears. She was trying to talk to me, but before I knew it, he was in the cafe. I didn't expect to see those startling green eyes so soon. Isn't there supposed to be a grace period before you're supposed to see each other? He looked as uncomfortable as I felt, but stayed to coax his daughter out of the cafe. Apparently, the pinky promise has been broken and the can of beans spilled. I was given a snarl and a warning to never mention Sea-at-tel again to Ameera, and with that the child started screaming at us. He tried to console her, being the most fatherly that I'd ever seen him. It was a strange, but a comforting sight. I think it sunk in that Daddy and the princess were no longer together, and she wanted us all to be a happy family and go t...

Plan A: Speak with Samael. Samael has transfered back and forth between this time and Sea-at-tel, so it's only natural I ask him how it's done. When I saw him, he didn't really seem that surprised to see me, even though it had been months. I don't believe he knew what had happened between me and his father, but I wasn't comfortable talking about that, so I skirted the subject and asked him how to get to Sea-at-tel. He wanted to know why I wanted to go back, and it was easy to lie and tell him that I had some shopping to do, that my provider of really good drugs needed to hear from me, else I'd lose my discount. That seemed to hold him over, so he scrawled this mess of words on a piece of paper and handed it over. He's probably playing some sort of game, but if I want to use his method, I have to decipher this chickenscratch and do it quickly. I then said my goodbyes, which shocked him by the look on his face; I don't think he was expecting a fin...