Entry #VIII
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There are so many misconceptions in this world... How utterly frustrating.
A riot! Hahahaa! My words are so wasted.... Even the truth handed to him on a silver platter and he still believes that tripe about being created to be nothing but a weapon. They skewed my purpose for him. Wrenched him right out of my hands and into their little tangoed lust for greater power.. Heheheh.. He destroyed them in the end.. My embodiment of corruption.. And even now he seeks to tie up loose ends..
I should be proud. Heh! Why not be? Perhaps he's stirring up a little too much commotion for his own good... but let those fools clean it up. Let him have his closure. Feh, I never had it.. But that's all about to change isn't it, hmhmhmhm..
Human or not... He's still the most powerful creation on Gaia. He is a god among them and has proven it so. My precious creation.. my precious son.
Nothing but a bruised cheek and I've come through on my law swimmingly.. Though there are still so many sneaking around like so many adolescents in the height of puberty. I can smell their stench still permeating even now... how vile.
MK II has not reported yet on any violators of the sort, yet I shall keep my wave-lengths open... I Happen to have my eye on a certain pseudo-Robin Hood. Perhaps we should pay him a visit?
For the time being though. To those in the Seraphim's ranks.. I've taken it upon myself to set up a Head Quarters of sorts. You'll be obliged to know there is now a hospital errected in our honor to the south end of the city-limits. And so not to look too inconspicuous, I've taken the liberty to reviving a few old mannequins to aid in running the establishment..
If you wish to find me, I'll be in the board room on the 67th floor.
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X Day. X Month. X Year.
There are so many misconceptions in this world... How utterly frustrating.
A riot! Hahahaa! My words are so wasted.... Even the truth handed to him on a silver platter and he still believes that tripe about being created to be nothing but a weapon. They skewed my purpose for him. Wrenched him right out of my hands and into their little tangoed lust for greater power.. Heheheh.. He destroyed them in the end.. My embodiment of corruption.. And even now he seeks to tie up loose ends..
I should be proud. Heh! Why not be? Perhaps he's stirring up a little too much commotion for his own good... but let those fools clean it up. Let him have his closure. Feh, I never had it.. But that's all about to change isn't it, hmhmhmhm..
Human or not... He's still the most powerful creation on Gaia. He is a god among them and has proven it so. My precious creation.. my precious son.
Nothing but a bruised cheek and I've come through on my law swimmingly.. Though there are still so many sneaking around like so many adolescents in the height of puberty. I can smell their stench still permeating even now... how vile.
MK II has not reported yet on any violators of the sort, yet I shall keep my wave-lengths open... I Happen to have my eye on a certain pseudo-Robin Hood. Perhaps we should pay him a visit?
For the time being though. To those in the Seraphim's ranks.. I've taken it upon myself to set up a Head Quarters of sorts. You'll be obliged to know there is now a hospital errected in our honor to the south end of the city-limits. And so not to look too inconspicuous, I've taken the liberty to reviving a few old mannequins to aid in running the establishment..
If you wish to find me, I'll be in the board room on the 67th floor.
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