Something is amiss with this month's cycle. Tasting this blood, it tastes almost rotten. I think I suspect why; stress has infiltrated my mind, body, and soul, and managed to make its way into my blood. This is rare, and frankly, I don't like it. Even down to the uterus that's been shed...it's not right.
Well, here is to a more optimistic days ahead. A cleansing was needed, and perhaps (as I noted in my previous post) this was intended as it should be. You never know who is plotting against you, or putting bad witchcraft in your direction. My old Facebook profile was rotten with folks here in Florida, who more than likely were the reason things went south.
However, I've asked Paimon a million times these past days for answers, and I believe my epiphany last night was his answer. Sometimes he does not give direct answers, and he makes his devout followers understand the lesson in his teachings. Be that as it may, this harvest is a lesson in never being afraid.
And, if I maybe honest, he's given me you all. My family, my blood, and the humans that share the kill with me. He's made me realize that I have an army of soldiers who will fight proudly with me in battle--and I am forever in his, and your debt.
Never be afraid. Ever.
The Devils Blood aka Thomas Quante
2022-07-17 18:31:58 +0000 UTCCory Cowley
2022-07-17 18:23:00 +0000 UTCSuzi Deadlie
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