#this one killed me it took me out it absolutely annihilated me i am deceased i hurt more than i realise too

[flowercrowngods]

"Stevie," Eddie says, wincing at the stale air in the room. It's almost pitch black, except for the lamp in the corner that colours everything dark blue, and the glow stars on the ceiling that they'd put up together, making pretend constellations in pretend galaxies.

"Go 'way," Steve mutters, head buried beneath two pillows and hands clasped tight around them, as though that will be the thing that fixes him, that keeps the bad away. Eddie sighs, not at Steve, but at the awfulness of it all. He fiddles with the blister pack in his fingers, and allows the condensation from the water bottle in his other hand to soak his palm.

"Please, baby," Eddie says. "You need to take your meds. The doctor said - "

"Fuck the doctor," Steve curses angrily, muffled.

"Maybe later, once you've taken your meds," Eddie says calmly, or aiming for calm. He hates seeing Steve hurting, and Steve hurts a lot. More than he'd like. More than he knows he realises.

Steve emerges from his pillow prison slowly, blinking like it hurts him to do so, and Eddie knows it does, so he just holds out the water bottle, cap off, and Steve drinks greedily, throat working hard, whilst Eddie pops out two pills. Steve makes a pitiful noise as Eddie hands them over, but reluctantly takes them, screwing up his eyes against the taste before swallowing down more water.

"You did so good," Eddie says. Steve shakes his head then moans. "It's okay," Eddie says. "Back under the pillows now. The pills will work soon."

"I hate this," Steve says. "I hate that you have to see this."

"I know you do. I hate seeing it. But only because it's my favourite person in the whole world suffering. Not for any other reason. Please don't think it's for any other reason," Eddie says softly. Steve makes a small noise, already piling the pillows back over his face. Eddie reaches out and strokes the back of his hand.

Steve's hands clench, then unclench, before relaxing.

"I'll be around, if you need me," Eddie says, before standing. He pauses at the door. He looks at Steve's prone form, the invisible war in his head. "It's not rotten work, you know? Never, actually."

He pulls the door to, but doesn't close it entirely, just to make sure he can hear Steve if he needs to. He never, ever wants Steve to think he's a burden. Not when he loves that boy more than breathing. Not if it's you, not if it's me.

not if it’s us

[morbid-n-macabre]

Fayetteville, Georgia-

40 year old Chris Benoit was a famous WWE wrestler and family annihilator. The "Canadian Crippler", as he was known in the wrestling world, murdered his wife, Nancy, their 7 year old son, Daniel, then committed suicide during the 3 day weekend of June 22nd through the 25th of 2007.

On Friday Nancy lost her life. She was killed in a second story room; her limbs had been bound, a cord wrapped around her throat, and she was strangled. There were bruises on her stomach and back where Chris had presumably pressed his knee into her, and at some point she suffered a blow to the head. When she was deceased, Nancy was covered with a towel and a Bible was place near her body. Toxicology later proved that Vicodin and Xanax were in her system, but sources claim that these were her everyday medications.

It's believed that someone during Saturday night little Daniel was murdered in his bed. It's thought that Chris drugged his son with Xanax ahead of time, then suffocated him; many believe that Chris used his famous signature wrestling move, the Crippler Crossface, to end his child's life. As with his mother, a Bible was discovered in very close proximity to Daniel's corpse.

Throughout this weekend Chris had been in contact with his close friend and fellow wrestler, Chavo Guerrero. Chris had missed a show, which was very much out of character for him; Chris explained that both Nancy and Daniel both had a nasty case of food poisoning and he may need to take them to the hospital.

On Sunday, Chavo and a a few other wrestlers received text messages from Chris's phone. These messages named the Benoit family's full street address, stated that the garage door was open, and the dogs were chained up in the back yard.

Since I try to be as factually correct as humanly possible, I'm not real sure as to who initially discovered the bodies. Most sources state that the police were called to conduct a wellness check, but others say that the Benoit's neighbor, Holly Schrepfer, was sent to the home to check on the dogs thereby stumbling upon the crime scene. Chris had passed away from apparent suicide just after he sent those texts to his buddies. He'd gone into his workout room, stacked on 240 pounds, and rigged the weight machine to hang himself; the wrestler's neck had been broken. The home computer's search history showed that someone had recently researched "the quickest and easiest way to break a neck".

As for Chris's motive, some think that Chris murdered Daniel because he suffered from "Fragile X Syndrome", but doctors say that the boy did not have this condition. It's said that Daniel had needle track marks on his arms at the time of his death, that Chris had deemed Daniel small for his age so he was treating the 7 year old with growth hormone injections. It's also said that Daniel had been having a hard time in school, and was being held back a grade; it must be mentioned that the boy's teachers say this is absolutely not true. As for Nancy, it's rumored that there had been some recent problems in the Benoit marriage. The relationship had been a passionate one; at one time the couple had separated and Nancy had filed for divorce, but according to friends those troubled times had seemed to be behind them. Furthermore, the shape of Chris's brain definitely needs mentioning. The man had been a superb wrestler, willing to perform stunts in which few others would dare attempt. Due to this, Chris's brain had been severely damaged; he'd suffered multiple untreated concussions, a broken neck in '01, and the steroid abuse certainly hadn't helped his condition. During autopsy the athlete had ten times the level of testosterone in his system, and his brain was comparable to that of an 85 year old Alzheimer's patient. Matter of fact, had this tragedy not occurred, doctors say that Chris would've had maybe 10 months left to live.

Those close to the wrestler say that Chris had been acting increasingly strange before that tragic weekend. He'd been quoting scripture and seen with a rosary around his neck. The wrestler had not been a religious man, yet Bibles were found next to all 3 corpse; a note which read, "I'm preparing to leave this Earth" was discovered inside one Bible. He'd been having strange nightmares, and kept a diary in which he wrote to his recently deceased best friend, Eddie Guerrero. Chris had become paranoid, thought people were following him, he wouldn't even take his trash out to the curb for fear that someone would rifle through it. Chris wouldn't allow his son to play in the yard, he had began taking detours on his way home, and was adamant that Nancy not stay out late after dark. The man had been terrified that someone was watching him, planning something sinister against him.

For many, these are little signs that all was not well in Chris's mind; for others, it's proof that he truly had been in trouble. Maybe someone really had been following him, meant to do him harm. Some believe that Chris and his family were murdered, and yes it does sound preposterous, but there is some evidence which points towards it.

The most popular theory is that fellow wrestler Kevin Sullivan murdered the family, and he did have some pretty serious motive! Back in the day Kevin and Chris were very close friends who played adversaries in the ring; during this time, Kevin and Nancy had been married. You know how the wrestlers have their storylines? Well, the Chris/Kevin story eventually lead to Nancy, who played a character known simply as "Woman" in the wrestling industry, had been having an affair with Chris. Kevin, Nancy's then husband, was not only cool with this fantasy, but he helped to write the story! In order to make it more realistic, Nancy and Chris were seen hanging out alone, they were often purposely discovered out in public on romantic dates, etc. Well, eventually this pretend affair turned into the real deal; the pair fell in love. Nancy divorced Kevin and married Chris, understandably creating a rift between the three. Kevin always blamed his former friend for the disillusion of his marriage. So, knowing this, there are some things which do not sit right.

First, and this is chalked up to coincidence, but at 12:01 am on Sunday morning, before anyone was aware of the murders, Nancy's death was announced on a wiki page. This has been explained away as a silly fan prank, but it's still odd. More worrisome are the statements from Chavo, which have made many people question the whole thing. We've already discussed that he had been in contact with Chris throughout the weekend. He's stated that during an early weekend call with Chris, someone came to the door; Chavo listened to what he would later describe as a scuffle, then the call disconnected. A few hours later Chris contacted his good buddy to say that all was well, and he ended the conversation with "I love you Chavo". This unnerved Chavo; he said that Chris sounded tired, and he was concerned for his friend. Again, Chavo and Chris had been very close, they hung out all the time. One of Chris's final texts to Chavo read, "My physical address is 130 Green Meadow Lane, Fayetteville Georgia. 30215". Why would Chris send his best buddy his address when Chavo knew exactly where he lived? Though I can not confirm this, it is reported that some of these texts were sent after Chris was already dead. Another bothersome fact, there were empty beer cans found near Chris's corpse, but autopsy concluded that the wrestler had not been drinking. So, who drank all of that beer? And do you remember the neighbor lady, Holly Schrepfer? She claims to have seen another wrestler near the Benoit home during this weekend, a wrestler who had absolutely no reason to be there. If all of this weren't enough, these murders took place on the 10th anniversary of Kevin and Nancy's divorce!

Now I'm not giving my opinion on this case, just telling you what I found during my research. That said, one thing is for sure: it doesn't appear that police conducted a thorough investigation of the case. It was automatically deemed a family annihilator situation, and that was that; Nancy's family claims that the police had left behind suitcases of steroids; these definitely should've been seized during the a search of the home. If they missed illegal substances, what else didn't they pick up on?

http://www.ign.com/boards/threads/24-reasons-that-will-prove-that-chris-benoit-is-innocent.453787849/

Out of this entire case, one fact chilled me to the bone when researching this case. You'll find very little mention of it, but young Daniel had a large kitchen knife tucked under his pillow at the time of his death. Why would a 7 year old boy be sleeping with a knife? Was he afraid, and if he was, of who? What did that child know, what had he witnessed during this weekend of hell? Had he been aware of his mama's murder, was he aware that he was next?

*There's much, much more to this, I could be here writing for a few more days but I wanna go ahead and post this. If you'd like to jump down this vast rabbit hole with me, here's a link to get you started. You gotta check the facts with links like these, but this one will get you started. Let me know what you think!

[fragmentedshards]

The Final Curtain, Chapter One

A Shocking Revelation and Several Changes

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The room was full of people all looking at each other sorrowfully, adding to the nervous atmosphere hovering above them. Lau and Ran Mao stood by the window, exchanging confused glances. Elizabeth sat on the piano bench and sobbed on Paula's shoulder, prompting Agni and Prince Soma, who had been mourning nearby, to join in the attempt to comfort her. Tanaka, Bardroy, Mei Rin, and Finnian stood together nearest to the door, each with furrowed brows and dejected auras. At one point, Finnian squeezed his eyes shut, and tears began streaming down his face. Mei Rin pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and began to dry the boy's tears, while Tanaka rested his hands on the boy's shoulders in a fatherly fashion and Bard gently rubbed the boy's head. Even the Undertaker was there, standing alone next to a small end table, looking almost like a lost puppy. It was, perhaps, the most solemn wake anyone could imagine, though the wake of the deceased Earl Ciel Phantomhive had passed several days ago.

Sebastian took a turn about the room, speaking to each person briefly. His talk with the Undertaker took a little bit longer than the others. When he reached the other Phantomhive servants, he spoke to them in low, gentle tones, as he had done to the rest of the visitors. Finally, he gave Bard and Tanaka each light pats on their shoulders, raised Finnian's head, and cupped Mei Rin's face before striding to the center of the room, calling everyone to attention. He glanced at his pocket watch and sighed, putting it away as if it were irrelevant. This action on his part only served to further the queasy foreboding the others felt. Taking a deep breath, Sebastian said, "I don't suppose there's any use dawdling, nor do I believe there is any easy, clean way to go about this endeavor. I have brought you all here today because someone wishes to speak to you."

With that, the door near the servants opened, and in walked none other than Ciel Phantomhive.

The resulting buzz from the rest of the people in the room ranged from joy to panic. Even Lau and Ran Mao seemed caught off guard. Only the Undertaker kept his composure, merely raising and tilting his head in curiosity and near amusement. Ciel held up his hand to the small crowd, refusing to look at them. "Silence," he said, in just as irritated a tone as ever. "I have something to tell all of you.”

A fearful and anticipatory silence settled over the whole room. Although Ciel had clearly tried to keep his normal aloof attitude, he could not help it when that mask fell and was replaced by something that could almost be mistaken for guilt. Standing with his back to Sebastian and his face towards the rest, he began to speak.

"When I disappeared after the death of my parents and the destruction of my home, I was, in reality, captured by an underground cult. I still to this day do not have a clear picture of their purpose, although fairly recent interactions with the remains of this cult have given me a decent clue. During my time there, they branded me, tortured me, and nearly killed me. It wasn't until the moment before I would have died that I resorted to what is called the Faustian contract."

Ciel paused a moment, debating the diction of his next sentence, ignoring the horrified gasps from various people in the miniature crowd.

"Moments later, I found my enemies lying dead all around me, and myself restored and bound to a demon who would act as my butler until the day I avenged my parents. On that day, he would devour my soul."

Bard, Mei Rin, and Finnian all glanced at each other briefly, so many past experiences suddenly making sense. Mei Rin stared at Sebastian blankly. At length, Sebastian looked her way, prompting her to look emotionlessly at her shoes. Sebastian, in turn, did the same, holding his head lower than normal.

Ciel continued to speak to the small crowd. "Doubtless this is connecting many inexplicable events in your minds. At any rate, there's more. The fire that ravaged this city - the one that Pluto caused - that was the day I got my revenge. The exact details are too complicated for me to explain to you lot at this moment, but the long and short of it is, an angel of massacre had corrupted Queen Victoria and led her to attempt to cleanse the country. That resulted, in part, with the annihilation of the Phantomhives, or at least that was the intention." Ciel paused to shudder at the thought of what had really happened to his parents.

"However, after my family had been avenged, complications arose. Sebastian found himself unable to devour my soul, as an injury sustained during the avenging battle caused the temporary loss of our contract seal." At this, Ciel removed his eyepatch and Sebastian slid the glove off of his hand with his teeth, both of them revealing the contract seal. The others all gasped once more. "This allowed another demon, this one rather a miscreant, to tamper with my soul. Once again, I'll not labor through the details of this with you. The result of that struggle ended with my becoming a demon and Sebastian remaining my butler." Ciel allowed his eyes to glow red in order to demonstrate, garnering more gasps from the rest of the people in the room.

Ciel's eyes returned to their normal midnight blue, and he once again donned the eyepatch. Sebastian followed suit with his glove, white as ever. "As it seems Sebastian is bound to me forever, and I do not appear to be dying unless killed in a certain way, I have decided to continue running Funtom as a demon. Obviously my - species, I suppose - is not a fact that anyone else need know. And besides, why let a perfectly successful and expanding company go to ruin like that? I will also continue to operate as the Queen's Guard Dog; no sense in letting England's Underworld go without proper control either. For all intents and purposes, I am back and I am staying - except, I realize, for one particular circumstance which is beyond my control, and I must mend that.”

Ciel paused and took a deep breath.

"Soma. Lizzy. Please come forward.”

Elizabeth and Prince Soma both obliged, looking bewildered and a little dazed. They reached Ciel, who held out his hand to each. He held Soma's wrist, palm facing upwards, and placed Elizabeth's palm down on it gently, grasping them together. There was a moment of solemn silence before Elizabeth's eyes grew wide.

"Ciel, no!" she tried to remove her hand, but it would not budge.

“Lizzy-"

"I don't care if you're a demon, I don't care about all the things you and Sebastian have done!" Elizabeth exclaimed, her voice rife with desperation. "I love you, Ciel, please don’t-"

"Lizzy!" Ciel's voice, previously a weary one, now silenced the entire room once more. "This is the best, I promise you. You have to trust me. I know things you do not know." He turned to Soma, who was standing as still and as shocked as if he had been turned into stone, his golden eyes wide and his lip nearly trembling.

"Ciel..." Soma began, as if to make absolutely certain of the earl's decision. Ciel just slightly nodded his head, somber as ever.

"Take care of each other," he instructed them. "And rest assured that this is the right way of things. I promise." He gave their hands a firm yet affectionate squeeze before releasing them. "Now then," he said, closing his eyes and running his hand through his hair to fix it. "I have things to do. Life will resume as usual, more or less. You may now all go about your daily business. Oh, and you four -" the young earl looked at Bard, Mei Rin, Finnian, and Tanaka, who still seemed to be processing the entirety of what had just happened. "I believe Sebastian will want a word with you soon." And with that, the earl departed from the room, followed by a Sebastian with a slightly changed demeanor.

Author’s Note: hey everyone! I’m starting to post my stories on here finally, so that’s exciting... I’m sorry if the formatting is off, I’m currently mobile. As soon as I can figure out how to log back in on my laptop I’ll try to make better posts. Meanwhile, you’ll probably have a deluge of chapters on this story. Enjoy!

[yeshuah-yahveh-blog]

The Harrowing of Helland.

Prologue

You better be careful what you wish for, because sometimes it comes true. They wanted this, and now they are burning alive in the inferno they so deeply wished for, and accuse others for their misfortune. Many hope that this experiment will show, once and for all, that they were wrong. But for them to accept that they were wrong, that may be too much to hope for. What gave birth to this Hell? Well, it all began with the illogical, false and outright dangerous demands of a certain group called “Black Lives Matter” and their followers. They screamed from the top of their lungs that all white people are racists, that all black people are being oppressed, and that the judicial system (police in particular) were being discriminative against them, and made black people their own “hunting targets”. They wanted the government (and all white people) to let them be, to let them do what they want, because doing otherwise would be racist and must be annihilated. Attacking anyone that was not black was seen as a sort of justified vengeance, something that nothing should stand against.

 The pressure rose to such a degree, that there was only one solution that, hope against hope, may end this rising inferno that was devouring the rest of the nation. And that was to create a city, aye, a county even, with its borders walled, and let all these black people do what they want. This project took many years to complete, and during that time their wrath showed no mercy. The streets of many cities were in absolute chaos. When the activity of the police rose, in order to quell this wildfire, they roared about racism and oppression. The situation was intolerable. When the county finally was prepared, the police, with the help of the military, forcibly moved these deviants into this county of solitude. Everything they possibly could need were there. They were able to grow food, they were able to sustain the electrical needs, aye, they even had internet there, so they could whine online.

  Everything they could possibly need in order to create a peaceful and working anarchic society was at their fingertips. They no longer needed to “suffer” under the “tyranny” of the white people and the “brain washed” black people who “served their overlords”. The black paradise they so desperately wanted laid before them. Do you think they took this opportunity? No, they certainly did not. It was not because they were black, no, the reason was that their ranks were filled with aggressive people, flooded by criminals who wanted a shield to use against the law.

 Just after a few months their population were cut in half, and what remained was lorded over by blood soaked crime lords, fighting for territory. These crime lords and their gangs not only fought with each other, and those who did not want to have anything to do with them, but they also gave birth to a demonic corruption within the ranks of the “Wall-Guards”. This corruption was created in order to allow all the material needs a Blood-King and their murderous henchmen could possibly desire. The crime lords lived like gods, their inner circle like king, and the rest of the gangsters as knights, while those who suffered under their rule got nothing. That is not true, they were indeed given something; the beautiful present of slavery.

  The majority of the unaffiliated were enslaved, those who were “lucky” enough to escape such a fate had lives not even fit for vermin. The corpses of the deceased were, for the most part, never buried. They lied on the streets, in the buildings, aye, anywhere where they might have fallen, and rotted. This Walled County, nicknamed “Helland”, became the typical setting of a post-apocalyptic story. The account of a particular person, which the rest of the world might already know who it is, will be retold here. His statement of the life in Helland might hopefully help open the eyes of all those who believe that such a solution would be in their best interest.

 The Statement of Samuel Bell.

 I neither have time nor strength enough to account for everything that I experienced within Helland, but I will tell you the events that affected me the most. First off, I will introduce myself to whoever might read this; my name is Samuel Bell, and I am 17 years old during the time I am writing this. I will start when I was a mere slave to the gang known as 'Angelz of Heaven', led by the most brutal and horrifying of the “citizens” of Helland; Lord Jayhova. The Angelz of Heaven was the most powerful of all the gangs, they ruled approximately 80% of Helland, and Lord Jayhova was the God of Helland. No one dared go against them, and the other gangs existed by the grace of Lord Jayhova.

 Anyone who crossed the God of Helland would feel the full wrath of a very vengeful and jealous deity. The slaves of Angelz of Heaven were separated into 4 categories: Sex-slaves, Labour-slaves, Cooking-slave, and Domestic-slaves. There used to only be 3 different categories of slaves, but Lord Jayhova decided that food was far too important to be a part of the task of the Domestic-slaves. I belonged to the Labour-slaves category, and more specifically the subcategory of 'Job's Family'.

Job's Family is a subcategory whose task was to essentially be the “pawns” of Angelz of Heaven's chess game against other gangs and insurgents. The greatest threat against the dominance of Angelz of Heaven took place some time ago (it is hard to be specific, because time does not mean anything in Helland). It was when Anton Weathers, a former 'Archangel' of Lord Jayhova's council, decided that the time of his master and god had come. Anton started a rebellion against Lord Jayhova and the Angelz of Heaven, in order to usurp the divine throne of Helland. It was during this rebellion that Job's Family were used the most. We were sent into war zones, and our only objective was to confuse the enemy, so that the “real” soldiers, or 'angelz', could launch surprise attacks and ambushes.

 Many of my friends, yes, even my two brothers, were killed during the rebellion, and I somehow survived the ordeal. It was during the rebellion that I earned my “promotion” from being a mere slave to a fully-fledged member of Angelz of Heaven. The squad of Job's Family slaves that I was in during this battle, that would change everything, were launching a full front assault on the last refuge of Anton Weathers and his fellow rebels. We were armed with knives, baseball bats, crowbars, anything that could be used efficiently as a melee weapon. Firearms were never “wasted” on Job's Family slaves, because our lives mattered less than that of rats in the eyes of the Angelz of Heaven, and other non-slaves as well. During this chaotic battle I somehow managed to fight my way in to the room where Anton and his lieutenants were, waiting like the cowardly leaders they were. I pried a gun from the dead hands of one of Anton's fallen soldiers, and I used this weapon in my own surprise attack on Anton and his lieutenants.

  I knew that Anton was to be captured alive, because Lord Jayhova himself wanted to end his life in a very hellish manner, so I purposefully avoided Anton while I gunned down those around him from the window behind them. They did not guard it because it was on the 3rd floor, and they did not think anyone would be able to ambush them from there, which was their fatal mistake. I killed his Lieutenants and forced Anton down on the ground and waited for the Angelz to come. Some time after this last battle of the rebellion, I was in the crowd that were there to witness the final execution of Anton Weathers, who became known as Judas Luzifer, the Betrayer of Helland.

 He had been tortured for quite some time, and this public execution was the final humiliation of Judas Luzifer, formely known as Anton Weathers. My contribution to the end of the rebellion was recognized, and, as previously stated, I was promoted to become a member of Angelz of Heaven. I rose through the ranks pretty quickly, and finally I was promoted to Archangel, taking Judas Luzifer's place at Lord Jayhova's council.

I did truly horrible things during my time as a member of Angelz of Heaven. I murdered, tortured, raped, and no one escaped my holy wrath. Men, women, children, no one was safe. The more brutal I was, the more I was admired and respected by the rest of the gang. I had completely forgotten my old life before Helland, and Lord Jayhova had banished the internet through his corrupted Wall-Guard minions, so that no one would be able to get in contact with the old world. He was God, and that was the way he wanted it to remain. His will was absolute, even I thought that during the majority of my life in Helland. It was my first mission to the wall that began my awakening to the hell that I called heaven. I met with the captain of the Wall-Guards, which was in Lord Jayhova's pocket, to give him Jayhova's orders for the week, or month, I don't truly know as time was lost on me, but it does not really matter.

  It was the first contact I had with the old world since I arrived in Helland. The captain was watching TV when I arrived, and it was that which resurrected my old life within me. I was astonished to how much we missed out on in Helland, and it was all petty things. I did not even think about the relative peace, freedom and harmony that we sold for what we thought would be a utopian anarchic society, but which turned out to be hell on earth. The thoughts on the old world and on all the things I missed out on continued to plague my mind for a long time, and I became distanced. This was brought to my attention when Lord Jayhova enquired what was wrong with me. Then I knew that I needed to be on my “best” behaviour around everyone. The more I went to the wall to deal with the captain, the more I began to long for the old world, the world beyond the wall. The day came when I decided that I wanted to leave Helland, that I wanted to close down this project, to erase it from the face of the earth.

 I wanted to live in the world beyond the wall once again. I was respected and feared enough to get the rest of the Archangels with me, as well as the other members of the Angelz of Heaven, but Lord Jayhova was another matter altogether. He would never give up his domain, he would never relinquish his godhood. So, there was only one thing I could do, something Judas Luzifer failed to do. Judas Luzifer (Anton Weathers) never tried to directly execute Lord Jayhova. Why? I dont know, but that was the case. But I would, that I decided. So, during the regular meeting the Archangels had with Lord Jayhova, where my place was at his right side, I took action. I pulled out my gun and shot Lord Jayhova through his right temple, and the God of Helland was no more. After this deicide I cut off his head with my knife, put it in a bag, and demanded that the Archangels and the rest of the Angelz of Heaven would follow and obey me. I heard no words against this, and off we went to the wall. I showed the captain the severed head of Lord Jayhova and demanded to be let out of Helland.

The captain made several calls, and we were put under guard in a storage facility during several days, if the guards and the captain is to be believed. I could not tell because there was no clocks nor windows, but it was peaceful. It was not just me who felt it. The military finally came, and they loaded us into buses, and off we went. I was later told that it took several weeks to completely empty Helland and ending this project. We were not allowed to be free and roam the streets, though. No, after all the atrocities that occurred in Helland, to which we were a big part of, we were all to be sentenced to jail according to the level of our engagement.

  I was though forced to, in a very morbid way, give the head of Lord Jayhova, wrapped in blankets and put in a box, to his mother. His real name apparently was Jayden Christo, which both made and made not sense, but that is not something I should be going into here. I apparently spent 3 years in Helland, and the things which I have written herein is absolutely nothing compared to the horror that took place there, and nothing I ever want to think about again. This is my statement, it may have no value nor be of any interest to any of you out there, and I agree. This statement is like a children's tale compared to what I could have written about, but, as I said, I want to forget all the horror that I experienced in Helland to be out of sight, out of mind.