Dear Diary,

Five years ago, my life was saved by the most remarkable girl I had ever met. I didn't know what kind of impact she would have on me, but now, I do.

She showed me the light. And for that, I will be eternally grateful.

I wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her just what I thought of the gift she had bestowed upon me... the gift of renewed life. But the feeling was short-lived as the clinic supervisors quickly descended upon the scene and dragged us to our rooms...

...I spent the next five years doing what I could to repay her. Alice showed me the world of Wicca, what it could do to transform me and my life into what I had always dreamed. She brought my world to life and filled my days with Magick. She was the best 'kid sister' a guy could ask for.

When I was a boy, I lived in Donaghue County, Ireland, a small, rural village known by very few. It was a splendid, beautiful town with rolling hills, shimmering streams, and gorgeous oakwoods. Houses made from old cobblestone brick, roads still unpaved, people roaming the town with smiles on their faces masking their troubles. Every Wednesday my dad and I would head for the local malt shop and simply chat over a chocolate shake and the topics running through our heads, like wrestling, baseball and the local penny arcade.

They weren't terrible but to call my mom and dad 'the best' would be a huge stretch, personally speaking. My parents were strict Catholics, who shoveled 'the word' down my throat every day, and ten fold on Sundays. I tried desperately to break free from the rule that the church held over my family, but it wasn't till I was ten, five years after we moved to America, that I managed to finally shake the shackles.

I had suffered from depression since I was born, along with the effects of bi-polar and borderline schizophrenia. I felt an outcast from my family, my school, and everyone around me... but at age 10, I finally found a flock of people who shared my same viewpoint on life.

A group of kids, from 8-18, who wore the kind of clothes I was drawn to, listened to the kind of music I adored, and held the same beliefs I clung to. They knew as I did;

The world is a vampire, fangs bared at all times, creeping along at every corner, always ready and waiting to drain the life from you. People are ignorant. It's a simple fact of life, something most are too ashamed to admit. They need guidance, and thank heavens I have found my voice to become a leader. I'd say thank God, but let's face it boys and girls...

...I am God.

I am above you. You, as in the person reading this right now. You are ignorant to the facts of life and the Truth in its purest of forms, but fortunately, you have me. And from now on? This online journal will be your roadmap down the path to immortality, to live as I live, to be free as I am free. A new day has dawned and you have me to thank, not Alice, not Vinnie Lane or Trax or Rebel Star or any other member of the XWF roster, and DAMNED sure not yourself, for you are asleep.

Allow this to be your wake up call.

I sat on that floor, scalpel in my hand, the tenth day in the mental clinic. I had lost it, lost control of my mind, my senses, my emotions. I was lost in the mental hell I had spiraled into like a train derailing and plummeting off a cliff. I needed relief, and I felt I'd find it through bloodshed... my own.

I didn't want to draw attention to myself. I slipped a scalpel into my pocket while one of the clinicians had their head turned, I stepped into the nearest, darkest room and readied myself. But as if she had some sense of telepathy, Alice charged in and recited an incantation... causing me to gently remove the blade from my wrist and to place it in her palm.

That was the beginning of it all. The beginning of our relationship, our friendship, our kinship. She began to learn about me as I learned about her, and we grew together. Spending each day watching our favorite movies together, playing video games with one another, enjoying pizza and burgers and spaghetti and everything we prepared for eachother or procured from our favorite resteraunts.

Again, she truly was the best 'kid sister' I could ask for... which makes it hard to say this, but...
...she had to die. She had to sacrifice herself for the greater good.

You see, she was an angel. Not metaphorically speaking, but an actual, honest to god angel. She had hit rock bottom, took her life, and returned from death to earth to watch over me. And I feel within my heart that she knew I had a destiny... to be a prophet to my own followers, to prophesize the Truth that only I could bestow upon the planet's lost souls.

And after she saved me, she had but one purpose... She was annoying. And I find it in my heart, that she showed this side so that eventually, I would become sick and tired of her ditzy, mentally-inferior and incredulously sophomoric personality. She sounded like a 14 year old girl, acted like an 8 year old and was as hard to put up with as a crack-addicted spider monkey.

She HAD to die... to feed my aura, to free me once again from another set of shackles... her shackles of inferiority. She KNEW I was better than her, and that I needed someone better...

...I found Ann-Thraxxx, friend of Alice's friend raYne. For those who don't know [fortunately for you], raYne was a member of the XWF for a short spell in late 2013, during the month of September. He was just as annoying as Alice or the old Ann, only perhaps moreso. His look, his personality, his voice and everything about him was guady and loud. Ann was a thorn in many people's sides, but backstage she was about the only person willing to put up with raYne's shit because she was just as bad as he was... or at least some what close.

I took Ann under my wing, helped her transform from someone like Alice into the hard-nosed, militant bitch she is today. No more bullshit, no nonsense, simply focus and willingness to do whatever it takes to get the job done. I had Ann do to my 'sister' what I could not. I had her load up a platinum bullet, and send that pest back to heaven with a one way ticket splattered with a spot of blood and a patch of brain matter.

My sister knew it was coming, this I know. She knew she was a girl whose purpose had run its course and whose use had come to an end. And she knew she'd been replaced by a REAL woman. Alice WAS the most remarkable gal I'd ever met... up to this point. She knew, and so I am vindicated. I know that what I had Ann do was for the best. The best thing that could ever happen to the XWF.

I am God.

Ann is your Goddess.

Dual deities, just as in Wicca, the most powerful force known to man.

And together, we shall lead the XWF into an era of unsurpassed fortune.

Believe, my friends.
And pray.

~ O.M.

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We open to Ophelia finishing his latest blog entry, posting, and cracking his knuckles. Soon after, two hands come from behind to cover his eyes.

"Guess who?"

Ophelia: Lemme guess... Ringo Starr?

"Not even close."

The soft hands remove themselves from his eyes before turning the desk chair around, as Ann gazes into Ophelia's eyes, one dark black, the other light grey. Ann sits on Ophelia's lap, running her trimmed nails through his ravenesque hair, kissing him gently on the cheek.

"You make me feel real... like I have purpose. To do more than simply drift through this existance and go through the motions.", Ophelia exclaims under his breath, a deep, passionate sigh escaping his lips.

Ann pulls back and smiles, "The same, my darling."

Ophelia: I have to thank you, dear. Without you ridding me of that nuisance, I'd have never managed to regain the focus I need to succeed. That petulant brat was holding me back. How on earth were you ever like that?

Ann: Well, I didn't have a sensei, master, teacher, preacher and so much more like you to guide me. You've been there for every step of my transformation... I owe the new me to you, Ophie.

Ophelia: If only the others were so quick to listen, learn, pay attention, take in and accept the word of Truth... You're an example, beautiful. You're better than them now, a higher plataue. The moment you pulled that trigger and rid the world of Alice the Obnoxious Angel was the moment you gained your own set of wings. Darkened, charred, and as black as our shared heart.

Ann: I want you to win, Ophie, clearly. And I'll do anything to bring about a change in your career, just as you brought change in my life. You truly are a Savior, you know?

"But of course." Ophelia says with a charming smile, kissing Ann on the lips, before lifting a goblet from its rest on a nearby table. Ann does the same with another goblet, filled with who knows what. Ophelia continues, "To the end of she who shall no longer be named, for her ridding me of the urge to off myself, for introducing me to the power of Wicca..... and for her selflessly giving her (second) life to the cause of change and truth. May she forever be remembered as a nobody that became somebody for a moment, before quickly fading away. Cheers."

Ann: Cheers.

The couple entertwine their arms, sipping from eachother's goblet, smiling and lovingly sharing a glance, losing themselves in one another's eyes, as the camera fades...


|blessed be|