Invite!

A few days ago I was invited to join a proxy group named "The Rouge Gods". Yes that is a highly narcissistic and cliché title. Not to mention a  terribly cringe worthy homage to Tribe Twelve. But I figured since I've got a bit of enough of the big guy messing with me, I figured joining couldn't hurt. I brought my lovely pet...I mean Joy with me to their headquarters and while Joy wasn't human...thanks to my trip to the Bleeding Tree, she now is.

We arrived there yesterday and I hate to say it but their headquarters is a dump. Actually, I love to say it. Its an abandoned shack.

Anyway, the other members are a girl named Skadi who is the leader and a girl named Lana, as well as some other members who are also female. Is this like an all girl band? Are we K-ON?

But anyway, Joy had no objections.

I think her mind is a bit warped now.

My bad.

hahahahahaha

Luck!

Right, seems to me that even with my powers the lack of access to the path of black leaves its going to take a different approach. As punishment for what I did to Joy I'm not allowed in the path of black leaves through traditional methods and have to find another way to get in. I still think it was worth it.

Anyway from what I can gather, the easiest way is to find a door and hoping it leads to the path. A door being a thing the empty city makes out of boredom or something which makes you jump verses. Anyway, I guess it's time to find one of those.

Wish me luck!

~Zeak

Tree!

Well, seems like Joy is right now in the corner, trying to heal her wounds. Anyway, it has been a while since this blog was updated, at least from my dear self. Father gave me my powers but was not happy what I had done with Joy, but didn't comment any further. So I assume he really doesn't care one bit. My second mission is to bring Joy to the Bleeding Tree for further rehabilitation and proxifying, as that is where people become proxies. Father is tired of doing it himself, so we take it to the tree.

I'm a bit sad really, since after Joy becomes a proxy I'm not allowed to have fun with her.
Until then...

Let me enjoy her a while longer.
My knife aches for her flesh.

~Zeak

Existance!

Hey, Zeak told me to post here. Because she doesn't feel like it. My name's Joy, I'm certain you've read of me.

I'm 20 years old, female writer and yeah that's about it.

So many of you may be wondering what it's like to be here in the hotel with Zeak.
It's hell.

I can't take it much longer.
I wish she'd just kill me already.

She keeps carving her name in my flesh and whipping me.

What did I do to deserve this.
Existing, perhaps.

~Joy

Peace!

I finally caught up with Joy. It seems a bit time-consuming to find her, tedious even. After going forth from hotel to a hotel I found the hotel she was staying in. It didn't take me long to have her handcuffed to the bed, which sounds enticing, I know but I actually felt like it was more of a security measure than anything else. Perhaps it was unnecessary to carve my initials in the flesh of her right arm, but who can really say what is supposedly correct or necessary behavior in this world.

At any rate, it seems that she is in now in my custody for the remainder of my punishment period. Which seems to end in a few days, at the end of which I'll gain my abilities and immortality back.

I don't think it will be safe to go outside the hotel room until that time comes.

Perhaps, I'll get to know Joy a bit better or stop the bleeding from her arm. I'm not sure why my master wants her, but perhaps it has something to do with her cunning attitude.

So far, she has not said anything to me.
It's kind of nice to have peace and quiet for once.

Ability!

My punishment is a brief absence of my abilities and the forced assignment of retrieving Joy, which is not going to be any simpler without said abilities. That isn't going to be easy and frankly I think that I'd rather be doing something else, like cater to my garden that I've established in my master's domain or read some of the other computerized diaries that people have written/been writing about the master's and his eldritch colleagues. I must say that a lot of you are quite entertaining, especially the ones like Med who manages to make all these neat contraptions and devices.

Joy was last seen near a hotel in Queens.

I guess that's my next destination.

Morality!

I believe that perhaps being unwilling to settle among the mortals can be seen as quite a narcissistic handle on things. Perhaps you are thinking that I deem myself more worthy, that I look down on humanity and wish it nothing but harm. That is not quite the case dear readers. I do not see myself as greater than you nor do I particularly like the human kind.

I'm rather indifferent to your existence and as long as my master doesn't assign me to target you I wish innocent bystanders no harm. Unless they get in my way, in which case I adore slaughtering them.

It may not make sense, but morality is a bit of a loose concept with dealing with my kind or the master's kind in general.

There is little to no point in directing hatred towards me when there is little chance that I ever did you any wrong.

Speaking of wrong, Joy managed to escape me. Master is not going to like that.

I'm gonna go off the computerized diary for the time being.

Prepare for my punishment.