So, apparently Hastur's over his little identity crisis. In spades.

( In which Hastur is a complete and utter rat bastard, and plays Meta like a clarinet. )

So. There was Raguel, the Vengeance of the Lord. There was the Archangel Gabriel. There was awkwardness, some very cracked-out asterisks, a story, some harsh truths, and...understanding, of sorts. And demonic thumbtacks of doubt. Can't forget those.

...in short, this is such a good log.

( *...pieced back together with a thumbtack. a -demonic- thumbtack. of -doubt-.* )