The dying and what embraces the dead.

Okay... I'm intimidated.  The Archangel was powerful before he revealed more of his power, but I am god damned wary of him entirely now. Not once have any of us expected this. This power displayed.

The Afterlife. The Archangel is the afterlife, and what people fear of it. And I never thought that it would extend to what people truly thought to inhabit the afterlife but the souls of the dead.

No. Angels and Demons. Monsters and Gods. The Afterlife.

The Archangel now wear white robes, almost figuratively God himself and still with his gas-mask, his staff a shotgun. The Afterlife his people.

The game that was to be played between the Hives (EAT, Convocation and Intrusion for those that are dull in the mind) and the Arch- Fuck it, the fucking Afterlife, the Rake (which for once seems troubled, and then again, for good reason), the Wooden Girl (Who is hesitant on this now. Mainly because she won't be able to control anything of the Archangel's or the Nests, Campers and Drones. Or me.) and myself. The one that brings insanity on those that host him, along with the decay.

Is this a game to us anymore? Are we still playing our games or are we escalating? I don't know. The human capacity to understand doesn't let me say more.

I'm lucky. Only I can control any of these... servants. Valkyries, Angels of all ranks, demons, monsters from Norse mythology and their afterlife, creatures from ancient Egyptian mythology and their afterlife. Do I spy Cerberus, the watchdog of Hades?

I feel a spark. A fire that I had once put out is stirring. I put up with the Archangel, he who claims the dead, because he is many and united. Shards are divided and scattered. This might be the spark that sets this world ablaze in a war between dying and dead.

But I get a head of myself. I feel like an awestruck human. Oh right, I Omega is awestruck too. The other's have made no comment on my host, either. Or my last one.

I might need to visit Mitch, or Tear, again. I have no idea why Tear, who identifies as a female, want Mitch's body. I don't dwell on it, either. Probably why I wonder.

Anyway, I have no idea on what to do with my Unlucky Host, but with things as they are, I expect a great death from him at least. Don't expect him to be posting, either. I don't trust him. But he isn't strong like proxiehunter. Poor, foolish, brother of mine stuck with him.