Hey guys it has been quite a while since I updated and this is my October chapter. Less entries than expected, and the chapter out of this one will be announced on the day it is posted. _

- ML

Chapter 2: October

October 2, X791 12:01 a.m

Dear Journal, Sayla here. I have read Jackal's entries as of September. He doesn't bother locking it anymore. He writes an interesting chronicle about himself indeed. Today is a better day for all of us. The dark clouds gather for Bellow. The sun won't shine for a while.

I've lost my horns, now they look like little stumps on my head. I can't speak until my tongue heals. Jackal has been gone for a long time. I don't think he'll be coming back any time soon. Angelic is sad today. I can tell because she will not speak. She must miss Jackal too. The space where my heart once was aches.

Minerva is gone again. She's been gone for over three days. We've been worrying a lot about her. Tempesta says she just lays in bed. This place is terrible. They torture anomalies, and carve "jail codes" into their bodies. If we escape, they can track us down and execute us. It angers me how little they think of us.

It was just like Tartaros. We also killed and tormented humans. We treated them lower than insects. I guess Karma is alive after all..At least Mollison is talking to me. Kyôka got into a fight and won against Mollison. My sweetheart is so reckless. They were so angry at each other. I don't know why, neither of them are angry anymore. Mollison's wrist was nearly squeezed out, Kyôka's eye is black and swollen. And her arm was snapped in half pretty much. She's been in her cell, recovering. At least we're cellmates.

To make her feel better, I used my fingers, wink. The only decent thing about this death camp is the privacy. Some guards like to watch. I don't care, they will never touch her like I do. And they don't.

But they violated Minerva. When I figure out how to set us free, I will handle them personally. Until then, only time will tell.

4:25 p.m

Angelic here. Yes, tis a surprise that I hath thou ability to writing. Thou hath learned through observation of thee, Demon and, Human minds together, but I for one, cannot think straight with all of thee who continuously bothering me for "fortune telling". My writing dost not make sense, unbothered am I. I am too old to care.

They have been so desperate to attempt over power and advantage-taking of I. Tis very depressing, indeed over-lings grow depressed as well behind bars. But where is Jackal? Tis become very lonely without him. I hear his thoughts whimpering for my help. I follow his voice to an iron chamber door. Met by silence. Thou hath learned that all Curse and Magic are suspended before three footsteps to the front of this door. But, I cannot interfere beyond that iron door. For multiple souls of the dead weep of sorrow and revenge.

I hear more, I see more, I taste more, I feel more, than what though average senses seek.

8:52 p.m

It's my first time in many years writing in a book. I miss him so much. Grey, not Jackal. He's a strong pup, he will survive. I feel as if this is punishment to atone for my sins. Heat is bad for me. They locked me in a chamber and cut my body up. Oddly enough, our bodies heal fast. But our minds are still broken down. They took out my tongue, and shaved my head bald for some reason or another. I want to get out of here. It's been so hard on us. Minerva has become terrified of sleeping alone in the dark. Kyôka lost her claws, and they won't give her anything more than weak female human arms. She got human limbs though, so she can touch things. She sleeps with Sayla, so she doesn't get paranoia from being alone.

I have to sleep now. I'm gonna be up early tomorrow anyway. I'm positive that my son is happy. Happy with the woman who brought me out of my misery of being a puppet to Keyes for all those years. Keyes is gone, thank god. I hate him. He ruined me before I even got to live again. And now I'm being punished for my actions in Tartaros.

I love you my son

- Silver

- - X791

(Sloppy handwriting)

FRANMALTH IS DEAD!

THANK FUCK. I HATED HIS UGLY FACE HAHSFGHH

(Franmalth's death was announced on October 3 at 3:31p.m. I think Angelic heard him)

Somewhere behind a certain door, Jackal rested against a wall. No thoughts flowed through his head like they usually did. The demon did not have the energy to swipe flies slowly picking his skin. He closed his good eyes, exhaling quietly.

'Just... a little longer...'

Stay tuned guys and gals.

- ML