In the beginning, there was chaos
A colossal, incomprehensible void
Out of the darkness came the many
Countless numbers of unimaginable intelligences and power
In their immeasurably long toil, they sought to create life itself
And they succeeded

Almost....
-The book of the true king, Volume I

Gods? No
Demons? Worse
Aliens? Perhaps
What are they?
Death, Pain, Hate- Are they real?
Cults-Are they really that stupid? -The notes of Terrence Somerset

August 24 2024
There was a bizarre feeling gnawing on the back of my mind, something oddly familiar, and I could barely recall, indeed understand what it was. It felt, sort of, good. This was obviously an untraditional usage of the word good, of course, as I was currently in the middle of a ritual rather unpleasant to describe, and even more so to understand. My name is Terrence Somerset, and I believe in the occult. I am not part of a new-age Scien-whatever bollocks, nor am I connected to those bizarre devil-worship groups. I believe in something else. At least, up until three weeks ago, I had. I am fervent in these beliefs, because I am a living example of one of them.

I am not human.

This is the reason why I am currently running for my life. This is the reason why I am being hunted down like an animal. This is the reason why I am currently living my life minute-to-minute in the shadows, waking from one nightmare only to find myself deeper in another one.

Why?

I officially came into this world a year ago, as the offspring of Dr. Somerset and Madame Somerset. My 'father' was a once-respected scientist, who had been incredibly rich and had enjoyed a high-paying job in Armacham Technology Corporation. My mother made a living as a paranormal agent, exorcising unruly spirits, fighting demons and generally bizarre stuff not of this world. Both of them also enjoyed pain, death, hate and were part of a cult that worshipped a living embodiment of these feelings. They believed that only these agonies can cure us from our other-wise useless lives and they awaited the day when their true 'king' would return and 'purify' us all.

I myself am no stranger to death. I am not ashamed to admit that I have killed, and that I have killed to a great degree. I feel great remorse for this, but I must move on and continue to find answers. The horrific revelation that has forced me to be on the run, is directly involved with my death, or to be more accurate, deaths.

I was put together with human body-parts and artificial nano-cells, and reanimated using both the immense power of science that my father possessed, and demonic artifacts and magick possessed from my mother. They believe that in order to summon the gods, they must create an unnatural creature, of both the magical, demonic world, and the normal, scientific world. Unfortunately in order to do so, they must require the agonized souls of said creations, and they want a lot. I have realized that I am the latest incarnation of this poor, pathetic creature, and in order for the world to be plunged into darkness, I must be destroyed. I cannot allow that to happen

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August 25 2024


Disgusting, isn't it? It shows just how stupid we truly are. Neology, or whatever name they've come up with since then, is just a painfully obvious and creepy front for the true cult of pain and death. By popularizing their religion and gaining financial support and zealous followers, the Cult of Death/Pain/Lsoy'x#*)!)lsmzn/Cthulhu's plans have developed one step further.

This bull is really quite popular, and already half of the people in this wretched town, including the mayor himself, have confessed to be part of this conspiracy. I need to understand how this works out, if I want to put an end to this horrific charade

.-Terrence Somerset