The Mind of the Immortal Trickster

He was an abomination from the start of his life to the end and I swear if I have the chance to see him in the afterlife, I’ll destroy his soul once and for all. She was so strong. She was so beautiful. She was finally feeling again. She was alive. And now… Now she is no more than a shell. It’s even worse than when she was a child. It’s like she’s given up entirely. I don’t even think she’s speaking to our adoptive father anymore.

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The Mind of the Immortal Trickster

So, being the kind-hearted monster that he was, Zairen decided to become the bigger evil which was necessary for them to come together, rebuild, and defend against. How did I do that? …Sorry. How did he do that? It was simple. Most humans in this world fear the magical and powerful. This is a world of monsters and everyone knows that once one appears, nothing is more important than survival… which requires a lot of team work, back bone, and luck.

The Mind of the Immortal Trickster

So, he’s spent his entire existence with this dark little secret that there is no god and that his boss isn’t as ‘good’ as people seem to believe. Well, I guess it makes sense then that he’s a little bit awkward now that Sable and I have proven his beliefs entirely wrong. There is still a god worth that title. One who is true… And the one that Lucy tried very hard to bury under his lies.

The Mind of the Immortal Trickster

...she was a muscular woman of 5’4” with blood red hair down her back and a slight tan to her fair skin. She had a smile that could stop a man’s heart in his chest, and small grey eyes that reminded me of storm clouds. Sometimes, they’d have tumbling flakes of blue sifting around the clouds… Anyways, when I met her, I swear it was love at first sight. She threw a handful of sloppy mud in my face as me and Edge entered the clearing she’d been training in with Abdaziel. It was her way of letting us know we couldn’t sneak up on her, I guess.

The Mind of the Immortal Trickster

Ah, but Journal, you don’t know what I’m talking about. Yet again. I know that I have used your pages for records of studies before now, but I don’t think I ever explained them or the twisted results that I tend to receive… The study itself is of the mind… preferably the human one. Allow me here and now to break down what I do...