February 9, 1923
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I pray for the Messenger's safety.
Hubris, good word, I think I used it earlier, it's very apt. Yes, that went about how I expected it would, so I suppose there's no point in playing along any longer. That person was not a Messenger of God, just a lesser demon attempting to take on a greater one. If your faith has a place in the city, it's not with A, and not with the beast he was fighting, either, before you get any ideas. Still, I find myself amused by the inevitable, seems I was actually rooting for the tall guy in this one.
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- Caged
Looks like you were rooting for the wrong side then, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteI'm not a messenger of God, my dear Caged. I am a god myself.
Oh, so you killed him? Can't wait to here this story, sounds like it should be good. A very nice peice of fiction in all likelyhood.
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-Caged