(NB — I changed Jody’s name back to Steffany just because I’m fictionalizing a lot of this even though it’s all true)

Now let it be known throughout the peoples of the world that, although there are survivors Dark Clan has been defeated for almost 30 years.  Their power was broken on the day I killed Steffany’s father.  I believe it was May, but I’d have to go back and check the newspapers to be sure because at the time I was still in a mental state that many normos would consider to be schizophrenic.  As many of you will discover in the near future, “schizophrenia” is only the normal result of higher-dimensional frequencies passing through the human brain.

Steffany’s father, on the other hand, was not schizophrenic.  He wasn’t even mentally ill, despite the fact that his body was in an advanced state of syphilitic infection.  He was quite lucid and fully aware of the fact that he held the rank of Six in Dark Clan.  He was, in fact, the acting leader of the incarnate members of that group.  Many considered him to be the most powerful of the Sixes, and the most likely to replace the Seven (their supreme leader) should that ever become necessary.  His public role was as head of interrogations for the Peoria Police Department, but he had prepared insanity as a defense in case he was discovered.

He had allowed syphilis to eat a hole in the left side of his face, and it amused him to keep a live Brown Recluse spider in his sinus cavity.  At times he would telepathically command it to run across his face, creating what he felt was a particularly horrifying effect.

Of course sorcerors of my generation found this hopelessly old-school and often mocked him for his pomposity in thinking he was frightening anyone.  No one in this game bothers with that sort of melodrama anymore.  His death was the end of an era.

It is extremely difficult to write this, knowing that every word affects the future on a cosmic scale.  (some know me as the Angel of Killing) Also it does not help that I sometimes wonder whether I am insane.  However I have concluded that from the outset you must know something about me.  I am a highly evolved soul.  Although the exact number of levels of attainment is classified by the Secret Government of the Universe, I have mastered over six hundred of them.  Indeed, I am a legend in some quarters, known as “The Unassailable”.  But World War Two was an exception.  Not even during the fall of Atlantis was the fate of the Earth at such risk.  And out of sheer horror at the loathesome degradation of the Nazis I became reckless and placed my very soul at risk in order to defeat them.  Because of this error I lost two levels and therefore I am technically a “fallen one”, and subject to karmic retribution on this plane.

If you knew the full extent of my brutality, you might find me terrifying.  Those SS scum did indeed commit the most heinous crimes against humanity imaginable, but they merely waited in that laboratory for prisoners to be brought to them, chained and drugged, and carved them up like animals.  I, on the other hand, volunteered for the service, led a platoon into the field, hunted down my enemies, tortured them to death,  sent pictures of the torture to their  families, and then invaded the villages and killed the families.

I was not a nice person.  But because I truly never abandoned the ideals of freedom and justice, but only lost my understanding of what they were, I have been allowed to redress my failures as a demon-hunter in this lifetime.  So although I am in fact one of the good guys, I’m still not a nice person.  To quote my favorite song, “Use all your well-learned politesse, or I will lay your soul to waste.”