Make sure your records of my employment are in order. My Lady.

I imagine someone will inquire after them soon.

[Filter Shiri Qattawi]

Being fucking immortal and all I doubt youll understand this but I have grown very tired.

Why not have a drink? Ive some money to burn.

[Filter Lieutenant Stark]

Ive yet to leave town you will notice.

[Filter: Private]

fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off fuckoff

[Filter: Shiri Qattawi]

[this looks like a four year-old wrote it]

today it seems the dead have followed me home

Time for a riddle, I think.

I am a wonderful help to women
The hope of something good to come
I harm only my slayer
I grow very tall, erect in a bed
I am shaggy down below
The lovely girl grabs my body, rubs my red skin
Holds me hard, claims my head.
That girl will feel our meeting!
I bring tears to her eyes!
What am I?

If you could fly, where would you go?

Is it true you've all been invited to the Medellos boy's nuptials?

Thats so quaint.

[Filter: Lady Cataline Sabreme]

When would you have me begin

My Lady?

[Filter: Public]

I love weddings.

Were a dog to bite your child, what would you do to it?

[There is a very small splodge of ink here where she taps her pen against the paper.]

[Filter: Etienne Morellus]

I need your advice.

[Filter: Cristofolo Sabreme]

I am coming home.

Should we ask about last kisses next?

Last meals?

Fucks sake Tyrol don't take that literally.

[Filter: Shiri Qattawi]

Buying you a drink.

Thats not a solicitation.

[Filter: Lady Cataline Sabreme]

My Lady.

How fares your estate?

Yours in service.

Let's clear some things up. I am a succubus, I said as much earlier. What I am not is a death sentence. If you've fucked me before, your life was shortened by several months. That's all. You won't keel over dead tomorrow. Succubi also heal venereal diseases, so if you had one before you saw me, you're welcome. We regenerate from injuries and can ( Read more... )

[the following is written excruciatingly slowly, a pause between each word]Friends. Many of you know my name. More of you know of my death. Three months past, I was murdered in my home. Some of you were there that night, some of you were not. I died and was revived, there in the dirt. I am not, now, as I once was. I am undeath; I am Other ( Read more... )