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Yesterday afternoon, I posted saying that I would find out the missing ? words from the Elvish prophecy that I had translated from Kesh. I forgot: Kesh doesn’t read Elvish. Valik, Ox’s Given, does because he’s an Angelic. What happened yesterday afternoon deserves an entire post of its own because of all the goody information I found out.

All of this started when I told Ox I needed him to translate the missing ? words from the Elvish prophecy and without warning me, he switched to Valik. Valik took a look at it, I explained that Gab translated it and The Oracle had finished it out. He started correcting certain things about it, I asked how he knew all of this, and he told me flat out “because these markings are on my body”. Gab went red as a rose at the thought of his body; I knew she had a thing for him. Haha. Anyway, Valik wanted to talk to the Oracle so I reluctantly obliged and since The Oracle is made up of half myself and half Gab, I was slightly aware of what was going on and being said.

A whole background story was revealed during their little talk. You remember the other prophecy that was mixed? The Demonic, Elvish, & Draconic symbols? It said something about “Pre-Kesh” and we were told “there was no pre-Kesh” but there was a “pre-War”? We were told wrong. Valik told me the whole thing: there was a pre-Kesh and a time before the creation of the Original 18…a whole five minutes. The Creator created 3 beings: 1 male Angelic, 1 female Demonic, and a Seer…The Oracle. She was not given the ability to create, only to foretell. If someone was to have the ability to foretell the future and create something, what do you think they would create? A way to stop it – thus contradicting all history, present, and future. So only the demonic, An-something, and the angelic, Valik, were given the ability to “create” and they were allowed to create a companion for themselves; not a mate, not an enemy – a companion.

Valik chose to give his companion neutrality so that it could choose to be light, dark, or remain neutral. An-whatever created…Vaneeshstal. Anyway, the Oracle (I think before the creation of the companions) created a couple of prophecies. One was marked onto Valik’s tan body. It looks like glowing, sky-blue ink in weird symbols. The other had to be burned onto the Demonic’s skin. You know what a piece of metal, especially a fire poker, looks like when it’s real hot? That bright, orange color that burns? That’s what hers look like; they glow fire orange on her black skin. I think her skin is black.

So, Valik and the Oracle – going through all of the messages we’ve received – retranslated the Elvish prophecy that is marked on Valik’s body.

“Bring to light those who pass from winds of change. Bound by duty of clouded judgment. Bright is the sun cast upon glory from the shame of the guilds those who choose. The keys to the door ungranted shall be the wish of the pure-hearted. Gather forth allies for war brews and blood shall spill. For Earth’s battles cannot win for the warriors are not light. ‘Bound by the powers of light for all that shall come.'”

As it turns out, though, I’ve been getting a “hidden message” with certain Elvish symbols from the mixed message and the Elvish prophecy. This message said:

“In from this will gathered for those who pass it. For winds of change shall cast upon glory. Those who choose shall be granted will be the wish of the pure of soul. Given upon shall be the keys to the door/doors.”

Unfortunately, Valik and I ended up getting into an argument so he never had time to explain to me what it meant. There you have it. A message within messages, a new bit of information to chew on, and boy oh boy did we have fun last night with some of this new information. Next post will be last night’s adventure.

I got the whole story from Malakesh yesterday.

During WW2 in 1945, there was a French priest named Francis Pierre Arndelilo. He was a popular priest and was in line to become a descendant for the Pope. An unknown entity (wasn’t a demon, but it was powerful and it was far more sadistic and masochistic than the original 9) named Vaneeshstaln was created and took on a human host: the priest. The possession went on for four months and the priest gradually became insane and demented. He wrote symbols (later identified as Demonic or Draconic) all over the walls, his sermons repeated a phrase over and over, and the man eventually began speaking in “tongues”–which would be a mixed language of Demonic and Draconic, an extremely rare case for the two to be mixed and make sense.

The day Francis Pierre died, he slaughtered church boys, the staff, everyone he could. One of the church boys was inhabited by Destromada (the Harbinger of Destruction). The only two people he did not kill was a drunk (Balthazaar’s host) and a military man (Kesh’s host). Using the blood of his victims, he wrote a message in his book (I’m pretty sure it was a bible) in the mixed languages of Demonic and Draconic–again, something rarely done because it’s hard for it to make sense.

“Destruction to those who wait. Thy own doing will be thy own fate. The earth shall be wrought with sin. Death will be the fate of all upon swift wings. Eternal suffering will begin.”

Now, there was another verse that Kesh and Balthazaar refused to tell me. I begged Kesh to tell me what it was about, but he said it was too disturbing for any human to hear. The description he gave me, though, was that the verse described in detail what the entity planned on doing. Basically, gruesome stuff you’d read in the most vulgar, disturbing horror books written by a madman–worse than Edgar Allen Poe or Stephen King. They do it in taste. This message had no taste, it’s just going into full detail about what he’ll do to his victims.

After he wrote the message, Francis Pierre committed suicide. Not just put a gun to his head or anything. He sliced his own head off. After death, the entity went in search of a new host. Balthazaar and Kesh sealed the entity into a portrait that was in the synagogue. They burned it, but apparently at the last instant before its death, the entity escaped into a new item and lived. Think of it like a Horcrux: an object containing a piece of a soul until it fully regenerates.

I asked Kesh how it could do that if it was sealed up and if we could put barriers around every object around and he explained it to me that the entity, in that last instant, is pure energy. 100% raw energy that is difficult to contain. He also said that they’ve tried killing this entity several times and that each time, it would escape somewhere else.

There won’t be a record on this incident. Kesh says that the whole thing was so unbelievable and horrifying that people burned everything relating to it: notes, books (they even burned the bible he’d written in), everything. It was stricken from the historical records. Kesh put it to me like this: “Do you honestly think the Vatican would allow something like that to get out? That a priest slaughtered everyone in a church?” I agreed. That wouldn’t be good for the Vatican–for anyone.

However, for references, Kesh kept a copy of the book he’d written in. They didn’t expect it to happen again, but it did. It keeps on happening. The thing can’t die. It paid me a visit last night and tried to possess me. I was scared to death, almost literally; this thing is really evil and I don’t say that about anything. Thankfully, Dantre was allowed to come out and fought the thing. He says it won’t be back any time soon, but by the time it was all done I was in tears.

If the thing gets a human body, I’m screwed. Especially if Ox is at work and I’m home alone with the kids and some stranger comes to the house while he’s gone and tries to kill us. Things like that always happen.. I just don’t ever want to see the eyes that I saw in that mental image of the priest here in present-day real life. It’s too scary and I don’t know if I’ll be able to shake off the fear fast enough to be able to do anything to stop it. Like last night. I froze. I couldn’t think of anything except ‘don’t show fear’ and I think that made matters worse for me anyway. Never stand up to something you can’t take on. Know your limits. That’s a lesson learned.