"The sword conquered for a while, but the spirit conquers for ever!"
"--Sholem Asch
Orders from Hell dictate that I am to stop being nice, and demons have been assigned positions of Hell. I was awarded my prize: I am recognized now as the Dark Lady of Babylon, General of Hell's armies on Earth. The Golden General, so to speak.
In the depths of this war, I am reminded of a promise I made upon taking
the Citadel. To a demon I bear no love for, to a demon unworthy of respect
or loyalty.
Sethnahkt.
For those of you who read this journal now, I tell youthis: he walks among us as we speak, posing as an unchosen human named Jathan. He works at the Cathedral under Baal's instruction, and has infiltrated the Underground. I am the only one who knows his identity.
What concerns me is this: In the original agreement, Sethnahkt and I agreed that I could have the Citadel, while he faded into the background.
Upon hearing of the titles, honors, recognition and approval I received from Hell's Lords, Sethnahkt became furious, stating angrily that those titles and honorifics were his by right, as he is the true Citadel Lord.
I disagree, as do all those who follow me now, and I am pretty sure of Hell's support in this matter: I am the Citadel Lord. Perhaps this station is limited, but until I feel as though Hell has turned its back on me, I will continue as I am. Citadel Lord.
And so, Khelkhet's rule shall go on, one way, or another.