Kevin's Watch

Do you hear, fellow Princes? Let us all follow the Word of Wonko! Let us all spread this wondrous knowledge. Perhaps the next time I drive a spike through the head of a soul, it will smile at the grand illusion. Perhaps it will plead, "Thank you sir, may I have another!"

Perhaps it will.

And what will you do should such be the case?

Thank you sir, but no thank you.

I had not realized the true implications of my discovery. I am... free. I have achieved the divine. This, my poor deluded neighbors, is Heaven. I am in this world, made up of my own wishes. What else could that be but my ascention? My apotheosis?

However, I do not wish to surround myself with the reminders of your own self-inflicted torment. It saddens me to see you all wasting your time so. And thus, I will instead perceive only the delights I choose. Any who choose may join me in my Asylum, or create their own delights, instead.

We shall see, Wonko. We shall see.

I shall see. I shall feel. All of my senses are filled with pleasure, now. Who will join me?

It doesn't matter how many join you. A shared delusion is still a delusion. You are only as free as I allow you to be, for as long as I allow it. Enjoy it while you can.

In that case: thank you sir, may I have another?

Yes. Perhaps one or two more.

I've heard your chanting, Pazuzu, and you are the dellusional one.

We shall see. And nice to see you, by the way. Done licking your wounds?

You are as foolish as ever.

It's the company I keep. Sparkling wit like yours was impossible to find while you were in hiding.

And your foolishness is overtly apparent whenever you appear.

Well now, who went and destroyed the place?? I was having such fun!

Iblis, I am impressed.

XI

Secure now in this domain
crafted by his will, Iblis, fallen
but hopeful nonetheless, turns
now to brethren denied by the Presence.

Turned away for their defiance, and
now exploited by the very beings
their defiance sought to save, Iblis
contemplates their own salvation.

XII

Disturbed, as the fraught fabric of
Hell is torn asunder, Iblis, unpunished
yet unfree, surveys the floating islands
of the damned.

Rising behind him, buoyed by the
thermals of their own sacred fire,
The latest creations of Iblis’ will
arrow skyward in a haze of heat.

Time to fly, my pretties.

Ah, slowly slowly, I am updating the Encyclopedia. Much has changed in the world, oh great Princes. Much that need be put to parchment, and only Nybbas with a quill.

Hail Zafmael! I trust your party wasn't hurt in the inferno. They happened to appear outside my walls at the exact moment I summoned the flames. Anyways, lets discuss matters!

(pm me)

Fellow Lords of Hell! My sentient drones have begun to ask for their own cultural identity, and have been expressing curiosity for the other variants of demons within your realms. I see this as valuable opportunity to strengthen inter-demonoid relationships between the various factions.

I'm proposing a portal network linking the Necronomicon to the city centers of all those who agree to the project, so that our citizens may learn from each other. The owner of each portal will retain the ability to shut it down at their discretion, in case they sense potential threats, etc.

For those who agree, all I ask is that the rule of 13 be followed, and that all visiting demons be divisible by 13. Also, all laws of the Necronomicon must be obeyed by visitors. Further details of the treaty may be worked out on a individual basis. Those who agree, please contact me privately. What say you?