Think YAHLAND: Alt 80s?

Entry 3: To Catch An Editor (With Desmond Vermont)

I AM interrupts this diary broadcast with a fourth wall break! "I want you all to meet one of my sons! Here is just a normal day in his life!"
~Enter Desmond Vermont, The rookie Angel Man!~

"God is different."

"He's on another level of understanding. Many humans dont know him. Many angels do, yet neither anyone could ever fully comprehend him."

"You see here in these eastern religions, you preach on and on about nobility, and for what? All it does is bind you to and in a forced goodness."

"Emphasis on the forced part."
Because even when its ignorant to be peaceful in some instance, things like Chinese Buddhism will tell you to remain calm. Based on what? Your own strengths? How can that be, when man is born to be angry if one, lets say, has slapped him!?"

"Trying to humble yourself in the face of blatant disregard and disrespect only works with the Holy Ghost, don't you know? For if it is not the Holy Ghost possessing you then it is pride, and how long will that last you?"

"In fact your pride is what lead to me catching you isn't it?"

This young man sits down in a white room, seemingly endless. Across from him is a woman, shaved head and tarnished robes. She sits with her face coiled in anger unable to or just refusing to respond.

"To keep your cool, you hideaway from civilization. Into mountains, into woods or a forest. How can you be of help to anyone but yourself if you're doing this?"

The woman continues in her angry silence.

He walks over to her, moving through an island table as if it were not solid just moments ago.

"All I'm saying is...sometimes...violence is the answer."

He opens the palms of his hands and scripture appears. "Now you Barbara, I will not show violence to. You will be mostly unharmed, but that deviant you're sharing a house with must be dealt with."

He takes one hand and places it on her belly, and the other, her forehead, and immediately she starts convulsing. He grabs hold of her as a pitch black substance smokes out of her, heavy and dark.

"ITS MY HOUSE!" It screams. "Yeah like I haven't heard that a million times already." (He really has.)
And he digs right into her stomach, until his hand goes through, drawing no blood or anything of the sort. He squeezes, causing her to vomit violently all over the floor. Out comes this disgusting black and green ooze.

In an instant its enchained.

"EIAR! YOU TREACHEROUS BASTARD!"
"Bastard? I still have my father unlike you!" He smiles.

"YOU DO NOT HAVE RIGHTS TO BREAK ME FROM THIS GIRL!"

"Pretty sure I have your eviction notice right here."

"Fool, smirk all you'd like, I have a covenant with this woman, her ancestor made a deal with me long ago. SHE BELONGS TO ME! YOU CAN CAST ME OUT OF HER BUT I WILL GO TO HER CHILDREN! HER BLOODLINE BELONGS TO ME!"

Looking over to her, the woman is stunned, no longer sitting but half laying on the floor, eyes wide as the day is bright.

The young man, "Eiar" is now annoyed. He says to the woman, "Really? You just had to be one of those witchcraft covenant babies?"

The woman starts shaking her head in disbelief and opens her mouth to scream, and as soon as he sees that he raises his hand to silence her.

"Listen lady, I need you to stay calm. Old rancid here, says you belong to him. My only question to you now would be, would you like out of this contract?"