Day the second. I swear dear Angel I felt your breasts upon my face in the night. It felt right like my faith was rewarded but I did still know fear and I still do. I am a man dear Helen of Troy I am not a perfect Docktor but you have my trust. it felt good to love you and I may be deeply insane but I am not in pain. We have spent years trying to beat our addictions yet one I can never overcome is the yearning for the flesh of your flesh and the bones of your bones.

On this murder case The prince has paid me to solve I have made swift allies with devils and known the scorn of Angels. I pray not only that when I make this right my Prince will not only pardon the devils but appease the angels so they do not come on the war path after my allies who have valued my council. Learning humanity must survive and adapt but not loose itself to the horrors and terror that befallen us. I feel like I am part devil and part angel.

like as my pains return my body aches but I feel safer. Knowing my prince did guard my life and he even breathed for me when my life was being lost to me. Hope remains my scars are intact no mask survived the holy burning of my princes just flames. He sought me ought despite my rage he honors me with his name and I am welcome in his house as my house is now his are all house returned to his father the one true king. He says I may belong once more and I am blessed to have met his son. The murder is odd but I have a hunch as to who is responsible but I will discover the truth at all cost.