Brother Makes Five
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January 28th, 2019
Hello there brother, I’m sorry to say I was not the one who killed your brother. The book you are reading, however is responsible for the death of him. Your brother was not a good man, no he was far from it. Still he is dead none the less. He did however, curse you before his death. By refusing to acknowledge the powers my pet Mortimor has, he killed himself as well as gave you your death sentence.
You see, anybody who reads this book dies. Don’t start worrying now brother. You have two weeks so long as you listen to everything I, and my book have to say.
Before we send you off on your tasks I’d love to speak to you. Or, I guess at you since you can’t really reply. My name is Eliot Riddle. I own the book in your hands. He is my pet, my companion. Some call him the Devil’s Book. This isn’t quite true. He is A Devil’s Book. Not The Devil’s Book. That would be Horace, such a nasty pet, that one. Now I reveal myself to you. My horn and tail prove that I am one of the sons of The Devil. I am a Demi-Devil should you call it. My father was the first to die at Horace’s hands. I the second. See, everytime the book Horace moves a generation we become less devil-blooded. A problem seeing as there are too many souls in Hell, alternatively called Drakehills Hollow, for all of us to watch over. So when Horace introduced us to more Changeling books we saw a chance to increase our numbers. It was quite clever. Every sould consumed by my book Mortimor becomes a Demon.
Now I choose my demons to be those who were assholes in real life. Your world could use a lot less rapists, theives, murderers, drunks, and what else. Sadly, for both of us, because your brother did not hand off my book before dying, the sisters of fate have twisted your life and you are now destined to become a demon.
If you do as I say, then you will be doing good. That is all for today, as my arm is tired and I can no longer write. I shall return to you tomorrow.
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January 29th, 2019
Hello again brother. I am glad to see you taking care of my precious pet. However, my dear Mortimor must be fed. Yes, you are correct Changeling books feed on blood. My you would make a wonderful librarian in Drakehills. I think I shall see about procuring you a position at the library of historical malinformaties. I wish I could be surprised that you know what you do about the history of Hell. But I already know you.
So, in order to feed Mortimor he needs one drop of blood. Yes, that is perfect thank you. I have no other instructions for you, so let’s chat somemore.
Here in Drakehills, or what you would call hell, our system has been quite fucked. Due to our depleting numbers from hunters, and the ever growing number of souls we recieve, not enough souls are getting to where they need to be. You humans are actually hurting yourselves.
There are many things that can change human blood. The plague for one, the entire reason it occured was due to the fact that to many of Drakehills-kind was being slaughtered, and we could no longer continue serving the souls. Souls that belonged in heaven were stuck in line in hell. There wasn’t enough of us. My job is to keep another plague from happening. It’s hard but it might be possible for us to do.
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January 30th, 2019
Good evening, brother. I suspect you understand what I meant when you slept, yes? That is correct I need my pet Mortimor delivered to that address tonight. I fear I have told you too much.