Recovery.

I just took my eight shower in less than two days. I just... I... Touched it... I was worried about... Hah...

I feel so dirty and used.

They eventually said they couldn't wait anymore and they needed to properly indoctrinate me into the order.

First major surprise. Our leader is a Timberwolf. I almost left right there. However it's not like I'm safer elsewhere and if he betrays us it will just be more of the same for me.

Anyways apparently he was once a Timberwolf and worshipped The Archangel. Then The Archangel targeted some guy. The Timberwolves went into action and killed him for their master. At this point he found out the target had been someone he used to know. He refused to say who or what the connection was. Anyways he broke off from the Timberwolves and went into hiding for a while before coming up with the plan The Last Rites now follow. According to him The Archangel can only interact with our world through the dead and never appears in a form that has been destroyed already. So he came to the conclusion that if The Archangel's body is killed he cannot use said body again. He thus figures that if he can kill everyone of The Archangel's bodies he can keep The archangel from ever harming anyone else.

Anyone reading this can tell this is stupid. The rate of death and amount of people already dead means even if we were to kill The Archangel thousands of times a day we might just manage to catch up before the heat death of the universe. However on a small scale we're a group of people going out and shooting an evil god in the face as many times as it takes to stop it. That's kind of cool and they do save people apparently...

I still feel dirty I'm going to take another shower.

All gone wrong.

How long?

Quite long...

The Cathedral seems like the likeliest point but that's exactly why it wasn't.

Longer... Earlier than that.

Earlier than that night?

Yes earlier than that... I... Oh god...

The church... Since the church it's been playing me.

The body had been shot in the face so many times it was unrecognizable. That was the point.

She died there and it came with me.

It's kind of funny now... It had to of dressed her up and given her the knife. To complete the illusion...

The light blocking our exit, killing that nun... All more illusion. It probably went back that night after I slept and slaughtered the rest of them then gave our license plate to the cops...

All of it while pretending to be her.

Why? What was it trying to accomplish. It forced us to the cathedral then killed everyone but me. I had felt it behind me but it had been her instead. That's because it was both.

Monster... It's a monster...

We reached the destination. Liam came out and greeted me then took out a gun and shot Kycilia in the face. I screamed as she dropped then her body rotted away instantly and she stood back up in the form of my mother. Liam told me to run inside and shot my mother as well. I did so and watched him shoot my father before getting inside the facility.

Liam came in a few minutes later and shut the door. He told me it couldn't get in here. the leader of The Last Rites organization had somehow protected the headquarters from it. We were safe. I didn't really care. Kycilia had been The Archangel... The organization knew it too. They didn't warn me. They knew it would kill me if I knew and that it would give me safe passage as long as I didn't... How did they know it wouldn't just kill me? What the hell did it want? Liam brought me to a room and told me to rest. I'm still resting now. I don't think I'll be "rested" for a while...

Thinking rationally now.

So we're on the move again. Kycilia is asleep in the backseat. She was very tired. I am too but there's nowhere to stop for long. I'm only stopping by the side of the road for a bit too write this post.

We're continuing on straight to Dallas assuming there's no further interruptions.

I feel oddly clearheaded right now. As such I've realized I forgot too actually inform you of how we got into that previous situation in the first place.

We were heading down the road and then suddenly there were  police cars they came out from behind a sign. I knew the car was a bad idea. The person who had reported the church slaughter had recorded the license plate of the car and the car apparently had a GPS device or whatever that let the police track us. So they've actually been tracking us for a while and they sprang the trap here. We managed to escape but we were being chased and then fucking assholes on motorcycles with guns pop up in our path forcing us to turn... Into the front doors of a fucking Cathedral. So we got the hell out of the car and ran into the only door we could see which led to the tower. Then the fucking motorcyclists come in and try to get through the door but we hold them off and then the police surround the place and it became the situation I told you about earlier. The Archangel was using the cops and Timberwolves to trap us. He had us and instead he killed them all and let us go... What the hell is his game.

Anyways better keep moving. We'll be in Dallas by sundown with any luck.

Dead

Everything...

All of the everything...

No no no

Everyone... They're people not things...

Were people. They were people. Huh I wonder why we consider people things once they're dead. I mean it makes sense but...

Kycilia's still alive but I think she's unconscious. Well she might be dead but I'm personally hoping she's just unconscious somewhere around here...

The cathedral was destroyed...

Completely destroyed...

The door opened and me and Kycilia started shooting. Our bullets did nothing. There was no one there.

He was there but he... He is a thing.

He's not even a he.

He doesn't even deserve to be an it.

I can't think of anything better though. It it was standing there and then there was just darkness. The absence of light. The moment he appeared in my vision I couldn't see anything else... I could hear people everywhere. Millions and millions... No Quintillions of people... Even that's probably not enough. You can't number the dead. All the dead everyone one of them screaming at me. Laughing at me. Crying... Screaming... Laughing... Begging me not to kill them... Not to kill it...

They're already dead. They're part of that thing... They still don't want to die? What does that even mean?

I don't know what I'm talking about...

Later I was sprawled out on the ground. The cathedral ruins and thousands of bodies around me. I crawled around for a bit. I couldn't walk. He's still here I can feel him but I can't see him. He's right behind me but I can't turn to look at him... I found my laptop... I then went looking for Kycilia... All I could find were bodies... Everywhere bodies. They all seemed burnt as if there was a fire. Anyone of them could be her... But I choose to believe she's still alive... It left me alive... Why would it kill her and not me...

It's still behind me now... It won't kill me it's waiting for something. I can't find her. I'm sure she'll find me. My legs feel so weak but I'm not injured... It's making me feel this way. It's arms surround me it's wings cover my eyes. It's breast bump against the back of my... Oh wait it's Kycilia... She's hugging me. My legs feel better... I don't feel it anymore. Ending this post now we're getting the fuck out of here.

All I can do is laugh at the absurdity... If I didn't I'd put a gun in my mouth.

I am currently sitting in a cathedral tower. Someone's yelling at me over a loudspeaker. The doors to the tower and all but one window are locked and/or boarded. Kycilia is standing by the only open window and occasionally looking outside. The entire place is surrounded by police. The one upside... I know where we are now. We're in Oklahoma. So god damned close and now we're stuck here surrounded by police. Worse yet, there are a bunch of Archangel cultists, timberwolves I think they're called? Whatever a bunch of those bastards in the main cathedral below us. They're heavily armed and they're holding off the police while trying to get to us. It's a free for all I guess... We're trying to survive and not get arrested or shot by police snipers, The Timberwolves are trying to get in and keep the police out and the police are trying to arrest all of us...

It's almost hilarious. If this was a tv show or movie it could only be a comedy at this point. Hell the best part is the irony. We're fleeing religion and the place that becomes our refuge and possibly final stand is a god damn cathedral.

How the hell did we even get to this point...

Wait I know the answer to that one...

and I'll tell you all about it...

Wait or not...

Shit they're getting through.

ipromiseillsurvivetotellyoulaterbye

On the move again and just gonna pretend that last post never happened.

I still don't know exactly where we are  but I think we might be near Texas...

It's been pretty long and I'm sure we've been driving in the right direction.

Oh also apparently there's now a nationwide manhunt on for us...

For killing a cop, evading arrest, grand theft auto and the slaughter of an entire church...

That's not entirely true. We left some of the "nuns" alive...

Although according to the news report on the radio all of them were killed.

D'you think The Archangel killed all of it's own followers just to get us in more trouble? Would it do that?

Or maybe it was one of the other monster's that proxiehunter guy informed me about.

Oh speaking of... If you're still reading this Proxiehunter I'm pretty sure Kycilia is not a camper... I mean she'd of started copying me by now if she was right?

Anyways so we're going to be avoiding populated areas from now on until we get to Dallas...

Oh right The Last Rite organization contacted us after the news reached them and they realized it was talking about us. They told us once we arrived they could deal with that. They didn't say how but I trust them.

Moral question.

Ok it was unintentional but I may have just taken advantage of someone else's mental state.

I'm not entirely sure how but trying to help her get to sleep quickly turned into proving that sex in the backseat of a car is not as comfortable as it's supposed popularity would imply.


Looking back it seems so wrong but damn did it feel right...

I'm conflicted... I mean I'm pretty sure she initiated it but does that absolve me of responsibility. She obviously wasn't and, still isn't, in her right mind.

So did I take advantage of her or not? Am I a sick bastard or not?

I don't know...

Well it did end up getting her to sleep... I think...

My memory is still a little off on specifics but I'm pretty sure she fell asleep shortly after.

As soon as she wakes up we're moving on again...

A worrying thought occurs...

I'm pretty sure condoms were not included in my travel kit when I started this journey.

Did she have condoms on her or any other preventatives?

Oh god I hope so...

Camping in the woods.

So still no idea where we actually are. However it was getting late so we stopped where we were. Unfortunately this was the middle of the woods. Fortunately we had a car and it's probably safer in the woods than it would be in a town or city.

So we settled down for the night in this car on a worn down path in the woods. Kycilia still has not said a word despite me making many attempts to talk to her. She responds but never verbally.

Oh that reminds me I asked her what happened and had her type it up.

"She took me to take a bath. I got undressed and left my gun on the floor. While I was bathing she took out a knife. I was lucky enough to see her and I got out of the bath and grabbed my gun. I shot her... Once in the face. Then I just kept shooting her body. I was scared and angry. I killed her and just kept shooting. When you came in I had just reloaded the gun I had intended to shoot her a few more times."

So yeah I guess she went a little overboard. Hopefully she'll recover and be able to talk again soon. It's kind of depressing seeing her so silent.

She seems to be having a lot of trouble sleeping. I'm ending this post now to try and help her.

The Holy Church of OH GOD WHAT IS EVEN THE FUCK!?

So I'm sure anyone who knows more about our foe than us will think we're complete idiots for this but The Last Rites guys neglected to inform either of us of his connection to religion. I mean yeah we could have made the connection ourselves what with it being called The Archangel and being connected with death and the afterlife and stuff but we weren't thinking of stuff like that.

So we were tired and hungry and trying to get through some random town when we're stopped by a priest. He tells us "Ah my children you look so distraught! Come with me we'll get you some food and a place to rest."

As far as we knew we had no reason not to trust him so we went with him.

He brought us to a rather large church. The sign above the door just said "The Holy Father's Church of Eternal Rest." The sign on the front lawn said "ETA" and then assorted news items and scheduled events. Inside, the atmosphere was kind of hushed and depressed. I figured this might be one of the more apocalyptic churches. You know those really serious ones that you hear about all the time talking about how the world is ending soon and we all need to repent.

Oh the church was aesthetically just like all other churches except I couldn't get over the idea there was something missing...

Anyways so we were brought inside and then we were separated. A bunch of nuns came and took Kycilia away while the priest led me away to a small set of rooms. I was given a small cot like bed and some food. I ate quickly than drifted off to sleep. I don't know how long I slept exactly.

I woke up to the sound of hushed voices and a humanoid shape leaning over me his hand hovering near my waist. My first thought was that I had been about to be molested my second thought was that he had been trying to take my gun. I shoved him away and pulled my gun out, aimed it at him and turned off the safety. He didn't seem afraid or even startled and then I noticed two other silhouettes. They were both holding black candles which somehow seemed to turn them into dark silhouettes in the light as opposed to illuminate them. They both seemed to be wearing red robes with hoods and so did the man I had pushed away. It was at this point that I noticed two things. I noticed what had been missing earlier. The entire church was devoid of crosses. The other thing I had noticed was that the man I had pushed had a symbol on his robe. I had never seen the symbol before only had it described but I could recognize it for what it was. The Twin Triangles. The Symbol of The Archangel.

This is going to sound horrible possibly but I didn't wait for them to speak. I shot the first one then the other two as quick as I could. I then rushed out shot that fucking priest who had lured us here, He was standing on the pulpit reading from a book I'm willing to bet was not The Holy Bible.

I then went after Kycilia heading through the doors the "nuns" had taken her through.

This turned out to be a bathhouse of sorts and I was instantly met with a number of women in varying states of dress. I aimed my gun which thankfully seemed to hold them at bay since I'm not sure I would have been able to shoot if they had forced me too.

I asked them where Kycilia was and one of them pointed at a door. I went to the door keeping an eye on the women as I headed to it. As I reached the door I heard a gunshot... Followed by quite a few more.

I burst in and found Kycilia. She was standing, naked and dripping wet. There was a drawn bath near her and lots of water on the floor. There was also a body. It was clutching a knife loosely in it's hand and it's face had been shot so many times that it was entirely unrecognizable. She turned to me and dropped the gun then dropped herself. I attempted to rush forward and catch her as she fell but instead managed to slip on the wet floor and careen into her knocking us both against the tub and getting us tangled together.

Not the smoothest move ever I admit. After that I grabbed her soaked clothes and helped her get dressed. She didn't speak at all. She seemed shocked... I guess this is the first time she ever killed a person. I mean she killed her son but that wasn't really a person and she knew it.

Actually this is the first time I've killed anyone... I'm not sure how I feel... Giddy is probably the best description... Is there something wrong with me?

Anyways we headed back out. The women were watching us. I lifted my gun to threaten them but Kycilia lifted hers first and fired. One of the women went down. They seemed shocked and merely stared at Kycilia in surprise. She was about to shoot another one but I stopped her and dragged her to the door and out into the main chapel area.

We went towards the doors when suddenly there was a terrifying howl and all the windows shattered. A bright light seared my eyes and an overwhelming pressure pushed me down to my knees. Through my watering eyes I could see Kycilia bowing as well. However I also saw her struggling to pull her gun up. There was a gunshot and I fell flat onto the ground.

For a good five seconds I thought I had been shot then I realized I was still alive and I could stand. I stood and Kycilia was lying on the ground. The light was gone. I helped Kycilia up and headed outside. There was a car outside and there was a key in the ignition.

Probably stupid but we stole the car and drove off as fast as possible.

I'm driving now Kycilia still seems to be in shock.

At least she's still not speaking or responding to my questions.

Road Block.

We had to take a bit of a detour... By bit of a detour I mean we were just part of a crazy high speed chase through about 3 states and are now in Illinois. See we were passing through South Dakota as planned when we ran into a police roadblock. It took about half an hour to reach the front of the queue and then when the officer came to the car and looked in Kycilia did something completely fucking crazy. She took one look at the cop then drew her pistol and SHOT HIM IN THE FACE!

After this she immediately gunned the car, veered off the road and refused to stop. It wasn't long before cops were chasing us. Kycilia is a pretty crazy driver though and she managed to get us through every attempt they made to stop us. We eventually lost them, who knows, how many hours later and finally stopped. Unfortunately at this point in time we had apparently managed to drive all the way to Illinois. We ditched the car and continued on foot. We have no choice but to head straight down to Texas from here and hopefully pick up a new car along the way.

Oh and of course I asked her "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SHOOT A COP IN THE FACE?!"

Her response was that it was her uncle. I'll admit I was kind of stupid and this didn't explain anything to me and my response when she explained that he was dead was "Well yeah you just shot him."

Of course what she actually meant was her uncle had been dead for years. He had been a celebrated cop once upon a time but he had gotten involved with a hostage situation and had been sent in to deliver the requested money and bring out a hostage. Unfortunately some greedy bastard had decided to deliver counterfeit money instead of real money and the hostage taker checked the money. Outraged he shot Kycilia's uncle and three of the hostages before he made the mistake of walking by a window in sight of a police sniper.

Hearing this story I told her about my dealing with The Archangel and asked her about her own.

Apparently she had had a son who died at the age of 2 months. SIDS. She had been overcome with grief and the father had never been around. The child being the result of an accidental pregnancy. She told me not to ask anymore about that so I didn't. She left her son's room alone after he died. One day while staying home alone she heard the sound of a child crying. It was coming from her sons room. She went to the room and found her son lying in his crib and crying. For months afterwards it remained there. She never went back into the room but she could always hear it crying. She thought she was going insane. Especially since whenever company came over the crying would stop. As time passed she became more and more irritated and anxious. The Crying was driving her crazy. Finally one day she went back into the room. The creature, she refused to think of it as her son, stopped crying as she entered and gave her the most sinister smile a baby is capable of. She took it's pillow placed it over it's face and waited. The day after she left. No destination in mind she just left the house and started walking. Eventually a Last Rites member found out about her story, somehow she has no clue how, and contacted her telling her to go to their headquarters. With no other plans she decided to do so and that's it. She also informed me that sometimes she still hears the crying in her dreams.

So yeah that's a depressing story.

We're moving on now. There won't be anymore safehouses on the way this route. Just enemy territory from here to Dallas.

Lock and load it's time to go.

Last Nite.

I managed to make it to the safehouse. There was someone else there. She was a traveller like me heading to Dallas. There was also a weapon cache and we took some pistols and ammo clips.

She gave her name as Kycilia Zabi. I get the feeling it's not her real name but hey I didn't give my real last name either. Yeah Lestrad isn't my real last name. *Gasp* *Shock* *Awe*

We slept in the small bed rooms. There was more than one room and one bed but she was scared to sleep alone so we slept together. Nothing happened though.

We're leaving now. She had a better car than me so I'm ditching mine here with the keys for any other travellers who might need it.

As a result though she refuses to let me drive so I'm riding shotgun.

So I have a friend now and we're heading to the next safehouse in South Dakota.

Day 1

Passing into Saskatchewan today.

Normally I'd of just driven down to the border but apparently the safe route is quite a bit twistier. Gonna have to go through Saskatchewan and then down into North Dakota then down through South Dakota to Wyoming and through Utah then swing around through Nevada to Arizona and then straight through Arizona and New Mexico into Texas and on to Dallas.

Rough trip and far longer than it has to be but apparently it will make it a much safer ride. Though they were quick to warn me that there is no such thing as safety and that I should definitely bring a weapon.

I don't have any guns. So for now I just have a small array of knives and a baseball bat in the passenger seat.

Apparently I'll be able to pick up some real weapons at the first safehouse. Which I can hopefully reach by tonight.

If I don't think I can make it all the way to the first safehouse tonight they recommend stopping near the border.

We'll see what happens.

Fight the hugs.

Hello my name is Vincent.

I'm a probationary member of an organization called Last Rites.

Have you ever heard of The Archangel?

Probably not. Neither had I until 2 months ago.

My mother died in 1996 in a plane crash.

So when she showed up a few months ago and murdered my father I was understandably traumatized and confused. During the trial over my father's murder I told people this story and obviously no one believed me. Except...

A certain man named Liam Beison contacted me and told me all about The Archangel.

What is the Archangel?

We're not entirely sure on that but we know it is some sort of immortal spiritual being that can take the form of any dead person to interact with the world.

The Last Rites organization was formed to stop the Archangel. They have a long term plan that in truth is sort of ridiculous but their short term work is beneficial. They told me that it was The Archangel who killed my father and offered me to join them.

They are stationed in Dallas however which is sort of a problem since I live in Calgary and neither I or they have the funding to buy a plane ticket. They sent me a map though which listed certain safe areas throughout the country.

So I'm heading out by car too join up with this group.