“My dear sweet compatriot, Amun,
I have heard that you were assailed within the Spire by some mysterious and cowardly assassin. I, here, on my lonesome throne only received the word from the evening bemoaning at his prayer wheel, that nag fly mortal, Ben. Yes, he cried out for you and stood brave vigil over your wrinkled corpse against your killer. Who knew, am I right?!?
As we both know, and I only vex you with this aid-memoir to raise your hackles and rattle your temporary still bones that you have many debts and deeds to repay back to many horned kings, such as me. So, rise again, I pronounce the accord once more over your grave. You will see and breathe and spit and piss. You will struggle and yes, perhaps die, die, die again, but you will return wrath tenfold until your tally is zero. I see here, though, that your ledger is quite full.
Alas, I do lament your passing and look for your return.
Yes, the fool that you are, so loyal to your project and not to me, you certainly know that you are trapped again and again in the cycle of strife, just as I, pieces at play upon another’s game. I raise a glass in your name, pactfiend! For I am certain we will laugh at the mortal death again soon and plot much mischief together again by the fire.
Who watches my dog while you’re away like this, I wonder? I am certain Lucy gets lonely, as I admittedly, longing for the gravelly rake of your old voice and merth.
By the by, apparently the Enemy has chosen this, my season of despair and drunken griefor a friend, to wage war. May the pools of ether and crimson fire, here in my own personal Heil without my own faithless companion here to comfort me. For if you were, it would not be the legions of pitfiends, belliegha, wraith horrors and dreadnoughts that I sent out to meet them.
No, it would be the two of us….and your dog. We would cry havoc at their righteousness, reign fire down upon their halo’d golden hair and scorch feathered wings so that they make easy prey. I miss you, brother. Now, let me offer you a bit of advice on your apparent avarice towards advancement. You aren’t to go alone! The hound is watchful, yes, and reports to me, yes. I needn’t remind you, grey-beard, that Lucy is also a link so that if you’re caught flat-footed, as you were apparently this time, her eyes are mine and that your foe will be mine.
Hubris mortal, hubris. Your pride is your folly, ironically as is My Father’s, so how far have you fallen.
The only point of concern here, as I refill the glass and go for another and another is that I cannot see you and that is unusual indeed. Is this some safeguard spellbind that you have kept from me, I wonder (wander)? I will take much joy in hunting down your well of continuum, wherever it may dwell currently, and punish you severely if I find that you are stupidly attempting to slip your snare. Of course, I am not concerned for this, really. You are a mortal of principal, standard, balance and covenant.
I salute you, comrade. Perhaps, I will go to the front, wavering and drunk, have a wank in the front lines with the yellowed-devils, sate my grievous emotional state on a many other broken heart? Yes? Broken in my palm, under stomping heel and gnashing mawl. I will have them remember why the infernal are feared while the divine are praised!
Affectionately, your patient Mentor.
Ob Nixilus”
*****
“Amun,
A quick note to both adress your absence and to help remind you to jog my saturated memory once you’ve returned…., but have been properly flayed.
First, are we of the Infernal Horde to continue to imagine that one of your tentacled, globby, ancient Oduum actually got the better of you? I mean, that’s the picture you’re painting’ for us all here in the nine rings, Bub. That you got jumped and now perhaps are chained to a wall in a dungeon somewhere. It is a bit of dull theatrics to coerce concerns. So, perhaps light a distress fire or send a messenger raven? Whisper to a moth if you got your arse handed to you and send it towards my flame? Though, we’ll indeed have a riotous laugh at your expense and mortality, I will come for you, brother.
Secondly, in regards to your ongoing project, what was that wild tale you told me about messing with the meister’s religious artifacts? It was so good! And I wanted to send a flyer to ole’ Screwtape about the benefits of ‘minor adjustments’ to the sacred beads and sanctified spaces. What type of sage did you sabatauge the Choir’s thuribles with?? I can’t quite remember and it was hilarious! Oh, they did have a bit of a laugh for a change, the ole’ wrinkled stiffies!
Speaking of lightening-up, I got yet another raven sent to me that my supreme intelligences are requested in the war room. I should sober up and go down there, but how does it look to:
1) show up so gayly as I am right now with such the proper buzz
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2) subordinate devils do not just get to summon me when they wish like some basement dwelling conjurer with a ten cent tin circle and whiskey.
Though, the whiskey does sound good. Bring some when you arrive,
Affectionately, your patient sponsor.
Ob Nixilus”
*****
“Amun, you worm-inested log rot! How in Heil’s name are you?,
The war wages and my thirst is to yet to be sated! I have had to sit down, but I have pulled my chair close enough to parapet to look down on the lovely conflict. I do love the smell of charring fleshes and wails of agony and fury, it is such a sweet ambience to write to one such as you to. I will regale you a third time, fiend, that continuing to evade my advances and ward my worried mind to yours only will incite greater punishments in the long term. But, alas, my musings on how to thrash your vessel when I find it is not why I have fallen into this time of tipsy transaction.
I was pondering, why such a desperate search for your old gods? Why do you go to such great lengths of agony and plundering to seek them out? You could be here at the front with me, set upon the stores of Styx or hand-holding one another ebbing towards the Abyss fighting back scourges of demons in the Great Conflict, but no, I may not torture you - you do enough to yourself! And for what?!? Some maddening desire for insight?While I needn’t remind you, in some bedraggled spawn-‘splainy naggy way, that you’re quite insane enough as is. For one who proclaims to fight for the Great Balance, a knight for Neutrality’s truth, you be pushing your full weight against your feather right in front of Death, ye fool!
I wish only to make your Enemy, my Enemy and to unite our efforts. Bondsman, we are tethered to one another by your need and weakness anyway, so why do you continue to strain our alliance with lack of reliance?
I digress.
I should let you know that while my beautician was grinding the ‘ole horns and hooves the other day, that he shared a bit of knowledge about the wearabouts of one of Gaia’s root. Yes, that Gaia.
Likely, a request to commune with the end all be all, Capital ’N’, Nature Elemental that chooses to cradle and swathe humanity on the material plane will end badly for a skulking power monger such as you. Again, you roll your crow-creased, ugly, yellowed-eyes at this warning, as often due, but….these titanic traumas take toll.
What good will you do me as a butler to my needs if your a drooling simpleton in the Netherworld? A trophy court jester perhaps. I shall procure the point shoes and bobbly hat of hell’s bells at once! Har, what a sight! I shall raise another to salute my merry court entertainer at once! Find yourself here at once, my vision blurs and we need to have a laugh.
Affectionately, your patient peer.
Ob Nixilus”
*****
“Master Amun jaro,
I greet you, tis I, Zariel, of Lord Nixilus’s court that writes on his behalf currently. Our pestilent Lord, has become increasingly distressed and (respectfully) inebriated so that his talon’s no longer can hold quill and dab ink to you, yet you are all he talks of while the battlements are under attack. While his fury is aptly attuned to your annoying absence, on his request I scribe for him on his request. Author’s Note: If I ever have the fortune of flogging your mortal hide myself for Ob’s entertainment, I will not forget that one of his General’s was pulled from the infernal trenches of joyful slaughter to act as a secretary. You will pay for this incursion, warlock.
“Amun, y’bastassstrd, I wonder (wander) why I weep for you still?,
Apparently, you care not for my needs, nay, you instead hide away, devious shite that you are and I worry, worry the time away.
Who’s feeding the hound?!? There’s plenty of carnage here and she would be better served at my side, perhaps? Fear not, you ffair-weather fFffuckery of fffriend most foul, I will not reclaim her. I am a friend true, unlike you. B’sides, Zarry here and ‘ole Ishtar the lovely Babylonian…..
By and by, Ishtar swears that she doesn’t hold a grudge that you still hold sway over so many of her deviously forked-tongued succubusesess heart’s and triple tits still. She agrees that you should return to her forum for a romp! She swears she won’t judge you for coming on by for some carnal recovery!
And yes, I am tempting you, I am a devil after all! Har! Zareil keep judging me with your side-eye and I swear I’ll gouge them OUT!
Forgive me, where was I? Yes, anyway, ahem….
I should inform you that there’s an increasing need and a formal request for you at my court. The brazen Enemy have unveiled a certain panache to fight on multiple fronts for a change while the demon’s come belching out of the Abyss simultaneously. I mean, I am not concerned, but this shits a singularity of pandemonium and fun that we’ve not seen in quite some time. Zariel, General Zarry stiff pants came in all huffin’ and a puffin’ about “the sky is falling, the SsssSKY IS LITERALLY FALLING!” And I’m all like, “Oh, so good you’re here , Zarry. Could you please sit and take a note for me?” Can you imagine! Oh the hue of plum on his scaly-face that had fresh dregs still dripping from it! Har! We should laugh on that morsel for a spell.
…were you here, however. I’m not bitter. You had better be nailed to a Laconian fucking cross though because even my patience has limits, asshole.
Slurringly, your patient peer.
Ob Nixilus”
*****
“Amun,
I fear that you must forgive my trembling pejorativity, but the dusk draws so close. Indeed, it has been quite some time since the sting of lonesome trepidation quakes my once roaring voice. The battle was a feint. A very good ruse set into motion by your little Nemesis. She has been quite intimate indeed, for I hold in my hand a cleaved horn from my head.
Such an insult has never been placed before one such as the mighty Ob Nixilus.
‘Alas, poor Yorick’, am I right? As I ponder mortality as a literal fucking immortal? This little bitch will indeed find me quite formable foe to attempt to fell me in my place of power. The nerve!
I clutch this pedantic trophy, ruined as it is, in utter shock. If you read this as me suddenly sober after so many of days writing out to you, well yes, it is quite a thing this one has done and I underestimated her finesse.
Yes, my assailant’s form presents as female, so mush as my once wavering visage discerned from behind the bejeweled chalice. I could not believe the offense, yet here it is in my red palm while I write for what may be the last for awhile in our handy pocket realm. So good that you have kept it going all of this time as a place to collect myself, though it should really be with your company. Will you not come to my aid now, in my time of need?
Gravely Sincere.
Ob”