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Donathan

With heightened senses near.
I taste an XWF that is bitter.
I feel an XWF clinging hard.
I hear an XWF screaming.
I see an XWF in turmoil.
I smell an XWF in fear.
So I take off my hat.

allisachievable

Soar _Deep as you ^Dream W i d e

Wisdom--Reason--Peace

scrolls

will

reveal

hidden

truths

Vision-9

Have at your

command

the wisdom

of the ages

Fortune-3

Look and understand

before

you jump

Guidance-9.5

Prize truth--beauty--love

seeking harmony

with the infinite

Be not

a cancer

on the Earth

leave room for nature

leave room for nature.

Seek-Demand-Excel-Find
May an Age of Reason and Illumination be your guide
Most will never see--> A TRUTH
Most don't know my angel is your angel
Sheckler doesn't know how deep she is truly buried

Once upon a time in a land far, far away there was an artifact. This artifact was said to be the key to▬no? We're not doing that one today? What a shame..

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The following airtime has been paid for in full by Donathan Alphonse Francois

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$ He exists in a world beyond your world $
~beyond angels or devils~

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Making his way down the stairs of one of his estates▬Donathan Alphonse Francois De Sade.

Toward Mr. Steve Sayors he descends just moments after Mr. Sayors had been let into this not-so-humble abode by the loveliest of Persian maids.

Oh Steven, Steven, Steven; you're looking as modest as ever, states Donathan with energy in his voice and a sparkle in his eye; and I thank you for coming to deliver the news that I fully expected to receive this week.

Before Sayors can respond, Donathan walks past him and flips his fedora onto his head; smile beaming▬teeth gleaming▬sheer control and possession of all existence in this room.

You know something, Steven? presents inquisitive Donathan as Steve's eyes wander off to the side to give off the impression he's about to think of the answer. Sheckler made her decision looong before

made the announcement; there was never any question about this one. There wasn't a fraction of a second that I believed I, or my client Mister Mystery, could possibly be chosen as her poison and do you know why that is?

Steve, at long last, gets a word in edgewise: So you already know who she chose to face? but Donathan merely chuckles as his eyes gently shut - the compounding nonsensical deduction in Steve's answer nearly brushing Donathan back like a gust of hot wind. I know who she's >not< chosen and it's both Mistery Mystery 17 31707 1 and his associate Donathan Alphonse Francois De Sade. I also know that it was never going to be Unknown Soldier. How do I know this, you ask?

Donathan waits▬literally pauses▬peering deep within Sayors in hopes of an answer comprised with even a small percentage of intelligence. Steve's eventual response is the complete opposite of that: Why? as Donathan cocks his head to the side and smiles once again in the same fashion he would present himself to a small child in a stroller. It breaks down to the most basic and predictable of the human core's functions, Steven; and that would be▬Fear.

As he walks away from Steven and heads toward the exit of his own home, Donathan concludes: No need for an elaborate explanation or in depth dissection of her psyche; no no, Steven. She's performing an age old technique in that she's sticking with the >Devil She Knows< rather than venturing into the grasps of those she does not know. Donathan turns back toward Steven with that beaming smile before walking out of the door and leaving Sayors behind. Of course she was always going to choose the man she's already faced in combat▬of course it was always going to be "My" Angel.

Donathan walks out the door as his words grow distant, leaving Steven alone in Donathan's home with Donathan's lovely maid. It's just too bad she had no idea who and what My Angel really was. Help yourself to a drink, Steven - I'm sure Darakhshan will make you feel very at home if you'd like to wait for my return to discuss this further.

Darakhshan Aher
Highest ranking▬most prized of all in his class of servants

Miss Aher has been working for Donathan longer than any of the others and is rumored to be the one and only person alive who may know his source of origin and true identity. The loyalty this female exhibits toward her master is unlike anything typically seen in today's day and age. Her skill-set vastly outmatches any other servant as she has been trained to handle any and all circumstances with passion▬faith▬tradition tempered with reason above all else. She has sworn to be by his side until her dying night.

The door shuts behind Donathan as his presence no longer fills the room. Steve turns to Donathan's maid and seems unsure of what to even say or ask. Darakhshan simply smiles at him and says: Will you be staying?

If only Steve Sayors were the main point of interest in this story, we might know what he ended up choosing.

Instead we arrive along with Donathan as he greets a man in a long, dark coat. The man's hair is long and white.

The time and location of this meeting is not quite as apparent as the previous encounter involving Steve Sayors, although one may presume that we're very close to what your limited intellects would perceive as ▬>TODAY<▬ the very day of Saturday Night Impact.

Donathan never makes physical contact with this man, but let's cut right to the chase and deliver unto you a visual that will answer many of your questions. {or at the very least, it should begin to do just that}

There is a man who keeps his eyes locked with Donathan's and if we could see Donathan's face, we'd probably realize this man even seems to blink in unison with Donathan. Instead, we only see the shadowy silhouette of Donathan, for he is not the focus of this scene. The man with Donathan is a man we've seen before; though shrouded in mystery and cloaked in the annals of time would be the perception he's embed within your understanding of his ever-presence.

Viewers▬minions▬gatherers - lay your eyes upon OUR Angel; the one who has come to ordain unfathomed adjustments of insurrection into the otherwise mundane and bland taste of life itself.

We continue to only be given view of Donathan's back; shrouded in shadow and nearly off camera altogether as OUR Angel begins to speak directly to Donathan and Donathan alone: They've never come so close to seeing truth behind truth. They come with hands held out and asking for more~more~more but what do their minds allow them to take in? The finest disintegration of an all encompassing
^less~less~_less and they cast down their shallow blame on any soul or being but themselves.

Our Angel▬Your Angel▬Every Angel; whether for or against matters not as his message rings out but a warning only the sharpest of intellects can decipher. Many do not know that Lucifer himself is and was an "angel" ~ another of 'our' angels to be precise in the so-called Kingdom of a God; a spectacular place that Lucifer is proud to know has been denounced by a massive portion of the humanoid population. For without belief in the Lord himself, one cannot believe in nor prepare for the deliverance of ultimate evil personified as His maleficent contrast within "the All" that so few of us could even begin to comprehend internally. You will find no claims of "Satan" guiding these lights that illuminate the halls of your tormented futures. You will feel no gripping claws of a devil's hand around your throats or within your very heart of hearts. Instead, you will fall victim only to your own true self.

A true sense of self is all we ever did need; don't you see? It's the only curse we've ever required since birth. It's our shield.

Lexi Sheckler ~ just like all of you ~ can't seem to understand the difference{similarities} between the devil she knows, and the devil she doesn't know. How could she? How could any of you? Even the combined efforts of Donathan Alphone Francois De Sade and Your Angel could not possibly bring you to turn your attention in the actual direction of true understanding's destination. Donathan himself has tried for years to bring people into the light; to illuminate▬enlighten▬guide beyond limitation of body and mind. Your Angel has come from a very different realm and, in his own way, attempted the very same.

Now bring other major players into the picture if you will: Mr. Satellite ~ Mister Mystery 17 31707 1 ~ Unknown Soldier.

The picture become much clearer, does it not? No, not to you; none of you. Only to "us" and "them" along with any sentient being that has ever or will ever exist in this beautifully constructed canvas of love and hate; the true two bases of any and every intention among mankind.

Stand in awe as you watch Donathan now reach forward and attempt to 'shake' the hand of Your▬His▬Our Angel.

*glass shielding separates them*

Both men did reach toward one another at the same time ~ both men did fail to clasp hand on hand as one.

That's when it happens.

He turns.

So does he.

Both toward an effervescent, overflowing curiosity that cannot be calmed by mere words. This pure illumination upon Your Angel has deceived. The extreme brightness each time he would arrive in an arena has cleansed the senses so deeply that it was never apparent to anyone.

Donathan's quest for illumination and the gift of enlightenment onto any soul who would accept him is shadowed in this scene. We've only seen a darkened silhouette as Your Angel has clearly been depicted.

My my, children...

Do I need to s-p-e-l-l out the effects of this spell to you directly?

Do you still not realize that there IS no angel at all? No savior▬no supernatural force▬no time traveling deity from a place beyond our touch.

Do you still not realize Donathan never left?

Do you still not see his reflection in that mirror?

He speaks once more: Congratulate Lexi Sheckler for falling into the pit of hell as she would perceive it. Be it heaven ~ purgatory ~ limbo or a place beyond understanding to any of us, it's a place she has no choice but to descend to if she chooses to fight this course of destiny. The inane title of "Shove It" is very appropriate on this significant piece of history's puzzle; for it was the day that Lexi Sheckler was shoved so easily into the enlightenment of a very valuable lesson...

NEVER run from the angel you >>>don't<<< know, just to cling to the devil you THINK you do.

Never run face first, arms spread wide, embracing the most obvious mirror of a trap's disguise because when you do - you crash through and you BURN!

Donathan sends his fist through the mirror in front of him as its pieces crumble to the ground in slow motion. The frame of the mirror is engulfed in flames as Donathan now turns directly toward the camera, removing his white wig and wiping the make up from his face. He throws down the long blade of "His Angel" and removes the long black coat of sinister guise that Lexi Sheckler failed to recognize. Lexi Sheckler - former North Korean Champion - recently undefeated; newly obliterated warrior queen of King Karver's Black Circle. The flames around him turn everything red; even his face and even the glistening teeth confined within his eerily welcoming smile. He holds his hand out toward the camera as he finishes: Take my hand, Lexi. Take my hand and let me enlighten you. You've clearly shown us all here this week that you▬more than anyone else▬need me.

Remember tomorrow when all is past and deliverance is history ~ you HAD a choice in this matter.

Donathan slowly raises his fedora past his face and gently plants it onto his head as a NEW vision flashes across our screen ever so briefly.

Is that, is that Lexi's NEW future? Or is it but a ghost of what she so foolishly threw away on her way down into oblivion on this 2nd day of March in the year 2013?

Think how much better you'd be... ... ...as one of ^"us" instead of one of _them.

The preceding airtime has been paid for in full by Donathan Alphonse Francois

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