File 25

Daniel here. I apologize for not posting anything yesterday, but I was in an induced coma, as I was recovering from my injuries I sustained from the explosion. But thanks to Mistress forcing several Oathbreakers to heal me, I’m doing well now. Seems I can’t catch a break however, because Mistress ordered Elise and I to go and observe the Archangel. We figured that the easiest way would be for us to go dressed in gas mask and everything and pretend to be timberwolves.

Since Mistress thought ahead, she asked the Archivists who killed those timberwolves to take some of their outfits. Elise and I dressed up in them. They were skin tight and kind of hurt to move around in, let alone hot. Elise looked pretty damn hot, but I was feeling awful. Made me feel almost sorry for those poor fuckers. Almost.

Then the wonderful coup de grace. The motherfucking gas mask. It was hard to see in, hot, steamy, and generally horrid to wear. No wonder those timberwolves are so damn incompetent, they can’t think cause blood flow can’t get to their brains. Either way, we figured out the way to the door to Bliss. Some Doors in the City are constants, like the Door to Bliss. Rather than taking the car, we ended up walking, hoping to find a group of timberwolves. Eventually, we did.

“Who’re you and why aren’t you with a group?” The leader of the small group said.

“Uh…we’re new. This is our first time in the Empty City. We’re supposed to find Bliss.” Elise’s voice came out nasally and unrecognizable. It was a relief, they wouldn’t realize it was us unless we lost the gas mask. And neither of us intended for that to happen.

“Whatever.” The leader replied. “I’m Dawson. An Alpha Male. I might even be an Apostle soon.” He said proudly. “And this group here, that’ll you’ll be a part of, they’re my responsibility. So don’t go fucking things up, cause it’ll be my record you tarnish. We’ll just escort you to Bliss and someone will take care of you there.” He said, turning and walking away. “Come along, wolves.” We followed slowly.

The walk wasn’t long, only about twenty minutes. We stumbled across a Doll on our way. To prove my worth and loyalty, I had to kill him with a timberwolf-provided knife, though I had my own. “I’m sorry…” I whispered to the Doll as I stabbed him in the heart. “I have too.” He nodded understanding, and dropped to the ground, dead.

We continued onward, to a massive Iron Door, unlike that of any other Door Elise or I had ever seen. Now we knew why it was constant. As Dawson opened the door, we saw Bliss. Gas masks everywhere. The sky was a dark gray, as there were factories making god knows what belching smoke in the distance. Long, narrow stone streets. Small, square dwellings, all leading up an elaborate castle high up on the tallest hill.

“Hi!” We were startled to see a girl with pink hair and a goofy smile on her face pop up right in front of us. “I can tell by your confusion you two are newbies, right? Well, fear not! My name is Realtea Chase, and I’ll show you to the castle!” Realtea grinned. She was odd. Reality Chase. Haha. So funny.

“Why aren’t you wearing an outfit?” Elise asked Realtea.

“Well, I can’t tell you that. It’s not because I’m an apostle, definitely not.” Realtea was sincere in saying this. “It’s because, uh…..well, I dunno!” She shrugged. “Anyways, we’re almost there!”

The castle was just as massive on the inside as it looked on the outside. We walked through massive hall after massive hall, reaching the throne room himself. And there he was. Sitting on a throne, well, more lying on it, was the bastard himself. The Archangel. “Father! I’ve brought the new ones!” Realtea beamed at him.

The Archangel sat up. “Thank you, Realtea. Now, go put on an outfit.” He commanded. He sounded like he belonged in Brooklyn, not another dimension. “So, you two are new to the service, eh?” He stood up.

“Uh, yes.” Elise replied.

“Very well, take off your masks, allow me to look upon the faces of my new servants.” The Archangel said, in his most regal voice.

“I’d rather not.” Elise and I said at the same time. In an instant, he had me pinned by the neck to one of the nearest walls.

“When I say take off your mask, you take it off, you stupid little shit!” He yelled at me, pulling off my mask. It took him a moment to recognize me, but he did, sadly. “You…you’re that little asshole who was trying for that silver bitch! The one with Puppetslut at the fucking convention! The one who killed so many of my timberwolves! HAHA, I have you right where I fucking want you!” He slammed me against the wall again. “Let’s see how much you love your fucking Mistress after she doesn’t help you with the bleeding asshole I’m gonna give you!”

He started to tear at my suit, but he stopped. He fell over onto the floor. The timberwolves all stopped to look at what was happening. No one dared intervene. Elise had hit him over the head with the handle of her shotgun.

“NO ONE FUCKS MY BOYFRIEND EXCEPT ME, GOT IT ASSHOLE?!” She screamed, and fired several shells into Archie’s body.

Five seconds later, he was up and clapping. “Good job, you feisty little Grayskin!” He walked to Elise, who had her gas mask. “Let’s see how feisty you are after a few rounds with a bunch of my timberwolves! They sure “took the energy” out of that silver bitch, so why not you?” I could practically feel him grinning.

I saw a shadow on the wall slip in undetected, then it slid across the floor….and into Elise. Her eyes changed to a much more blank look. Then she spoke. It sounded like a mix between her voice and a deep, melodic voice. “Archangel. This has gone far enough. They simply wish for information, not to do harm.” Elise/Choir said.

“Whatever, I don’t give a fuck, these two are a pain in the ass.” The Archangel said. “I’m gonna kill ‘em now so they don’t cause more problems in the future.”

“No, you shan’t get the chance. I will not allow it.” Elise/Choir replied, and began obfuscated. They obfuscated a fucking tank. “Get in, Mr. Thompson. I’m sure you have much to write about.” I ran past the Archangel before he could react and got in the tank. The tank moved, without anyone at the controls, out the door and down the hill from the castle, through the streets. The timberwolves were too dumbfounded to do anything but get out of the way.

After blowing up the door, we were back in the City. And I was indeed writing.

File 25: The Archangel

Alternate Names: PRE03, Fossil-Types HADES, The Ecclesiarchway, Subject Alpha Romeo, The Devil, The Fleshless King, The Walrus, The Last Prophet

Attitude Towards Humans: Hostile

Control Over: Death

Fear of religion, that’s what he is. But the Archangel is far, far worse. He can hug you, and you will die, by embracing death. He’s ruthless, cruel, brutal, and has an army of millions that he can use to his whims, uncaring of whether they die or not. He has his higher-ups, the Apostles, and the “Alphas” who are servants of the Apostles, and take care of the lower ones. He’s also homosexual, and loves raping men. The Archangel is one of the worse Fears, being one of the oldest and strongest, rivaling those of The Wooden Girl, The Slender Man, and EAT. Those are the four big ones. Though perhaps The Rake counts as well. He has his own dimension, called “Bliss” which is ironic, due to the fact that it’s one of the most horrid places in the universe, and probably many others as well. Not only that, but he’s plotting to overthrow the other Fears. He wants to kill The Wooden Girl, and enslave the others.

I’m not sure if I should bother putting this in, but….earlier tonight…I, uh, well, got a quote-unquote belated birthday gift. That’s right, I am no longer a virgin. Nor is Elise. She said the cheesiest thing after we were finished. She said “Hey, we should do this again sometime.” I think I am truly in love. More updates tomorrow, as Elise and I will begin getting more normal assignments.

~Thompson out.