Satan the Horned One accompanies his Priestess mournfully, as the time is getting ripe for a war among his flock of the likes which he has never seen.
The guilty though, they are guilty, even though they are hiding behind their Pacts.
Only the Innocent are Innocent.
What is coming cannot be stopped, it can only be delayed. By mere days. By weeks.
By springtime, everything will come to light.
“A toast to the truth… may the Truth set us free.”
“Grief, honest grief for all that we could have been, all that we could have done. For the recent century, and all the karma we leave behind.
“There is no going back – the path leads only forward now.
