"I'm not your people."
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January 3, 2019:
The sound of the wind striking the trees relaxes me. It helps drive my frustrating problems to the back of my head. My mouth is parched from the lack of water I've been drinking; with so much going on, I don't really have time to be keeping tabs on my health. I should be, but I endure greater things to concern about, like being unmurdered. It's absolutely illogical to me how someone can be so committed to ending someone's life. What could be the benefits that come out of that? How can that make anyone feel better about themselves?
At some point along the walk, Nick informed me that I would be staying at a warlock bar for the time being. I let him know I only plan on remaining a few nights and that I was eternally thankful for how he's managing to aid me. He seemed dumbfounded by my choice in words, something that he's never heard in the past. My opinion on him keeps changing, there are moments when he seems like such a trustworthy man to feeling as if he's a complete scam. If I'm being straightforward, we've merely known each other for like forty minutes and his initial impression was moderately cocky.
When arriving at a decaying abandoned building, I stop in my tracks remarking a drastic change in setting. The construction contains something that I've never encountered previously and for some odd reason, my body seems to be feeding off of it. As weird as it sounds, I'm somehow drawn to what's inside like it's calling out to me.
"You okay?" The warlock asks gently in concern. I look over at him, releasing a deep breath I was holding in, nodding back at him. He casts me an indulgent smile, but I don't return it, not wanting to display any helpless sort of genuine affection that would frame me as vulnerable. He heads up the stairs and stops right in front of the large doors overlooking us.
"Before we head in, I would like making a few things clear," he says in an agitated tone. I look at him confused, not thoroughly comprehending why he's particularly nervous all of a sudden. He continues explaining himself, "behind these doors; you will face The Academy of Unseen Arts. I'm not discussing much detail on what this place is at the moment but for now, simply walk behind me and prevent eye contact with any of the students."
I nod once again agreeing to his serious rules. He unlocks one of the doors and walks in before me, I seek my best to maintain our distance close so that I'm unnoticed. Even though I'm trying not to be seen by the broad population of witches and warlocks surrounding both Nick and me, my attention travels to the detailing of the room we only just entered.
Right in the middle stands a massive statue of who is allegedly known to be 'The Dark Lord'. I recognize his goat-like humanoid figure from old witchcraft books my mother owns. He's immensely celebrated in the witch world; many worship him and inscribe their names in his book to exchange their personal souls for diabolic power. That's how some of the most powerful witches and warlocks came to be. I've also heard he was good friends with my father since he was an archangel until he was cast down from heaven by God and became Satan.
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GOD IS A WOMAN☽ NICHOLAS SCRATCH
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