It's nice to be back in front of my journal, especially when you know more about a mysterious traveller of space who hijacks your notes of existence and writes a message to you in them. Oh, and you can tell the 5% percent of the world I expect to read this. No, make that .5% percent. Back to the real news, I did go and meet him and he did give me answers, and I know that all of you six people reading would love to know what happened. Well….
I walked up to the clock tower, I was still concerned about Shay, but, strangely, it was the least of worries. I looked upon the truly amazing structure and opened the doors. After that it was a long walk of hundreds of freaking stairs. And that's the watered down PG-13 version. I mean, I'm an angel! A goddamn angel and these stairs were just so strangely long. And not a few hundred, I swear that it was a few thousand. And I'm not even sure why I had to go on this rant, but I just had to. They were that freakishly long.
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So I finally get to the top just to find a fox waiting there, casually. He turned to me and smiled, "I must say, I wasn't sure if you'd come or not Darksoul." It was him. I began to speak, "so you're…" "Cepter?" he finished, "you are speaking to him." This guy was weird, he looked young, but acted as the hybrid of an old man and a teenager. "What do you want?" I asked the strange man, looking at his eyes. I'm not sure if they were blue or white, I can't remember. "What do I want," he asked, "well, I want change. The world to change, to forget the ways of violence and adopt the ways of peace. I do fear, however, that all current races created by the gods are beyond redemption. That's why I need you."
I began to reply, "Are you suggesting that I help you gain the powers of a god so you can recreate the universe to be more peaceful?" Expectedly, he answered with a monologue. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm requesting. While I may seem insane, trust me when I say that I know something about life you wouldn't want to know. I know how long it takes for one person to fall. All it takes is one bad day. That's how weak these creatures are. Even you, in that respect, are weak." I was intrigued. "How so?" I asked. "Simple," he chuckled, "what if that little friend of yours was to just die one day. I believe her name is Shahayla. Am I correct?" My hand clenched into a fist. The amount of anger I had, watching his smiling face, was massive. I scowled at Cepter, "you wouldn't dare lay a hand on her or…" "Or what?" he interrupted.
"I don't think you know who I really am. If you thought that vampire was a reckless killing machine, you should see me on a bad day. In the end of it all, I'll do what I have to do to get into heaven and fix the multiverse. And you, out of every angel I've fought, seem to be the one I need. I 'll give you two months to think it over. You can either join me and create multiversal peace, or I can recruit you by other means. Your choice, not mine."
I would've hit him then and there, but he ran off of the building and took a leap. I don't know where he is now, but I do know one thing now. And that's that I have 29 days. And counting.