Journal Entry 1: It's been about 10 months since we've been tossed around in the rift, and while part of me thinks this is pointless to write down it could prove useful if one of us gets out of here. Lucifer and I don't see eye to eye on much, but what we've seen this past week we both can agree that it was beyond fucked up.
The rift dumped us in Russia during the winter, I kept saying it was the 12th century but Lucifer insisted it was earlier than that, so we'll compromise and say early 12th. In order not to freeze to death, we ran and hid in an abandoned warehouse-type building that looked out of place for the time frame. After warming up we heard growls and voices coming, it was too late to try to run back out the way we came so we had no choice but to hide. About 15-20 creatures entered the structure which I recognized from the Torchwood files as Slitheen. Once I had explained to Lucifer that yes aliens from other planets were real and yes sometimes they're a bit nasty, all we could do was wait and watch.
The Slitheen led village after village of people inside, caging them up and treating them like feral animals. Some went mad, some took their own lives, some fell victim to the elements, and some were just outright murdered for fun. But for the survivors, a much worse fate awaited them. Still trapped in our hiding spot, we watched horrified as the Slitheen would yank the surviving prisoners out of the cages. The people would then be strapped to a table and physically tortured within an inch of their lives, the Slitheen's way of stripping their humanity away from them. Then the aliens would reach into the person and remove their soul, stretching and twisting it before shoving the mangled thing back inside the person. They would scream, scream so loud Lucifer and I would hear it in our heads for months, as the mangled soul twisted the person. Twisted their features, twisted their very being, until they were an unrecognizable monster.
After creating 1,000,000 of these creatures, the Slitheen boasted to themselves about their newest war machine, the clawed devil. But all too soon an alarm sounded and they were ordered to return to their planet. Not wanting anyone else to have the creatures, they hoarded all of them up, and cast them out in shoddy boats into the frozen tundra waters. They cackled and left, leaving no trace behind.
We tried to save them, even Lucifer agreed leaving them like that was 'beyond cruel', but we found out the hard way that our powers were severely limited while in the rift. All we could do was watch as some survived but most perished. In the warehouse I had seen some blue jumpsuits and as some of them made it to shore, they were calm enough to let us help dress them so they wouldn't freeze. But after that they turned hostile, into the clawed devils the Slitheen had intended. Out of the 1,000,000 that had been created, only 400 survived.