Beloved and most Trusted Caine,

To begin, if you are able to read this missive, then I am captured by my enemies. This is a very long letter, so read it only if you have breath of several hours alone, or in Casey's company. I shall explain how and why, but first I have this to express to you. I have paid those I hold most dear to me my respects and lusts this past week, for however barren my soul may be, I do hold my loyal children close to me, be my love possession or not. I write to you thus, for it may be some time before I am able to visit them, and you, again, and it is my desire for you to understand me and my will better.

Yajmha casts those away who seek truths beyond what he tells his servants, for he mandates that he is the word, and his word is the truth, and the word is Yajmha, only as you and I know, his idea of the truth is a tool to pacify, put the fear of Yajmha in the hearts of his worshippers, and to control his worshippers and servants through his word. Yajmha is not forgiving...it was his son Jesus who died for the souls of Yajmha's precious humans, that they could be redeemed and forgiven their errors and sins. Jesus did not die for the angels, and so Yajmha need bear them no witness to forgiveness, thus have they cruelly been forsaken by Yajmha and cast down in rejection and let me tell you why.

It began ages ago beyond reckoning, when the Anduain Belorian told the Seraphim Semyaza and Azriel that I had made them with a soul and free will. Yajmha concealed this from the angels, let them believe they had no soul and free will, for he wanted them to believe that his word was their will, and that heaven was their soul, also he concealed from them that born from them each was an antithesis of their creation...that a demon was split from each and every last angel born that the darkness be taken out of them, in order for them to be created as pure creatures of light, innocence and virtue. The angels were perfect embodiments of light and higher power, but Yajmha made warriors, assassins, spies, judges, executioners, and soul collectors out of them, and corrupted their virtue, and yet, because the angels were perfect, their souls were not corrupted, for he let them believe that they could do no wrong, for the word which commanded their wills was righteous. In the name of justice, the angels took Yajmha's wrath upon his beloved humans when they sought truths of their own that were not of his word. The angels would slay children and hundreds of people to punish one man, the angels punished the good to prove them loyal to Yajmha, the angels killed their dark brethren by the thousands. The angels became Yajmha's wrath and did not begin to understand their own violence and brutality, until Malcomb began to question his own deeds, and asked the father why innocents must die to punish one man, why the good must suffer to prove their faith, why they had to kill their brothers in Acheron. He began asking many questions, and the answer he received did not satisfy him. He was told that he must trust in the word and not question divine providence. But once the door had opened in him, it would not be shut, for that is the way of intelligence and free will, and so he sought truths beyond Yajmha's word...in secret at first, but as he discovered how they all had been deceived, he began to speak to his brethren of his discoveries.

Abraxas was one of the first who let himself believe the proof Malcomb related with such passion and belief, and as Malcomb began questioning his brethren, trying to make them see the word did not justify all their deeds, and told them that they had wills and souls, and that Yajmha had hidden this from them, some began to listen. Others named Malcomb a blasphemer who had lost his faith and finally he and Abraxas were cast out of Haman. Abraxas fell to earth without memory of who and what he was as a mortal, and Malcomb was cast into purgatory. I felt the presence of Abraxas on earth and had him captured and given unto you, and when Malcomb was freed from many thousands of years of purgatory, I insured he was reborn as a child of a mortal, into a hard life that he be compelled to break free of his mortal mentality and seek me out through the demon I sent to him...Mernaph. Too many began to question their faith in heaven, even chose their own fall, and so Yajmha cast them all down in ignorance into mortality, their immortal souls dormant until death, and he sends his New Order of Angels, who Alamas created without a soul and will of their own, to hunt them each until extinct.

All of them are hunted, beloved Caine, Malcomb and Casey above all the rest by Haman's enforcers, who know nothing of compassion or forgiveness, for Yajmha's word is their will. The New Order was created out of the light and also the shadows, unlike the Tsetar whom I created only from the light. To destroy the darkness in them you must first remove their eyes and then their tongues and then to destroy their light, they must be plunged them into the crushing, black void of the abyss. This snuffs their light and their life force. You may weaken them by attacking them with negative energy, with dark forces, but beware their wings if shed, for the wings of some can blast energies in a reverse whiplash back on their attacker. It is best not to let them unveil their wings if at all possible. If their wings begin to break free, attack them immediately. They have no souls thus cannot be dominated, while they can be possessed, also, they can possess others through the will of Yajmha. They can take over a mortal body, and lie the mortal's will and mind to sleep while they inhabit them, while able to gather any knowledge that mortal has while possessing their body. Possessing them while they inhabit a mortal form is very difficult, for as they possess a creature with a will, that will with Yajmha's becomes their own, and powerful it is. They are as difficult to possess as demons are once they possesses a body. The body they possess is mortal however, but a mortal with their strength, skill, speed and fortitude. Kill the body and they are driven out of it.

I must write to you now in concerns to Morneau, his true name is Mekkor. He was once an infernal demon, the antithesis of Abraxas, only owed to his refusal to accept you as his Lord in my place when you possessed me and took my throne, even despite your efforts to break him when all else failed, you cast him out of Acheron to be reborn on earth as what he most hated...a mortal. He was born on earth in the year 82 After Death, and was brutally killed then remade into an Abyss Demon by Adramelech in the year 102 several months after he had turned twenty. It was the year, 102 AD on earth, when I reclaimed myself from you...and we lost track of Morneau. Many of your memories of the possession were lost when I rose up against you to depossess myself of your soul and power over me, likewise those recollections you lost were also lost to me. Mekkor, being reborn as Morneau, was one of those memories you and I lost.

I had a lot to sort out, including raising what Elites you slew that were not beyond resurrection, also making your minions my own, or imprisoning, even destroying those who would never serve me of their own will, and convincing my own that you no longer possessed me. Also...I had to punish you...and once you had paid for your trespasses, I had to win your loyalty. One hundred years passed before I discovered that the youth Morneau, which Adram had spawned as his acolyte, was Mekkor, and of the trials he had endured at your command. He had not up to that date done anything irrational, indiscreet.. overly alarming. He had a fetish for keeping male and female sexual slaves alike, but that was hardly alarming.. indeed he was given rank as a slave master in Acheron. He served me well, loyally...and he had no recollection of his life as Mekkor...I suppose you did well at erasing his memories of who he was and where he was from. He had spawned none of his own until his first, Felix, in the year 1001. Felix served his Lord in hell until Morneau was granted his 'walking' papers that he could travel as he willed, when not tied to a task given him. A year after he was released I was sealed in Hell by the the Tsetar. He learned of his past while on earth. Adram revealed to me that it was he returned Mekkor's past to him, perhaps thinking it was time for Morneau to know the truth. He unbound his mind. Whatever resentment he harbored for you was likewise unleashed, only he spoke nothing of it, and when Abraxas was gifted to you, he was envious, for he had wanted Abraxas for himself. He was obsessed with him...felt the bond of being his counterpart strong in himself, as sometimes happens.

Caine, what I must ask of you, is a lot, I know, and I do not command you, but ask of you to accept this request as a tool to further your wisdom. It is my desire that your learn what forgiveness in hell is, truly means. I ask you to capture Morneau alive and to make him your servant. I do not cast away my children for their errors...else you would have been cast away no? I only punish them for their mistakes, and destroy them when they are of no use, for to be of no use to me, to their clan, to their kingdom and brethren, is to be of no use to themselves. Break him of his obsession for Casey. Show him you are the chosen one on earth and in my graces, and as one who I exalt, his better, and with my consent, his lord. Make him your slave. He can aid in protecting the angels which come under you from those who hunt them. He can make his own your own, his slave ring yours to master or lay to ruin as YOU see fit. He must tell you how he managed to conceal his mark of souls, and how he sired his spawn without passing that mark of souls onto them through his blood. Felix is the key to his capture. Felix abhors his Sire's distrust and loath of you, for Felix understands and embraces that you are his brother, as we are all brothers; all of the same blood and soul and body, and he wishes only to free his Lord of his malice, his pain, the horror in him which he passes on to others, and return him to me as the loyal and devoted child of Acheron he once was. If you choose to decline my request, and hunt him for the kill, I shall not resent or otherwise hold your decision against you, but I warn you, to distrust my wisdom where Acheron's children are concerned, may only cause you regret.

I now must address the rage and confusion you feel building within yourself, like a thunderstorm which cannot much longer withhold its tempest. I know this rage, for I have felt it myself. It is disappointment, a festering wound which each child got of your blood salts with their abuse of those gifts you passed onto them, with their denial of the laws and all the wisdom you trusted them to uphold, their blatant indiscretions, their reckless breeding, and their utter disregard of those laws and principles you ordained, the disrespect for their father and Lord of them all. Those who love you, respect your laws and traditions, and they understand the importance of them because they have the wisdom to know they are a race whcih must be controlled. You feel it in yourself...the realization that so many got of your blood are no longer of any use...are petty,decadent, and narcissistic and driven by nothing more than their irresponsible sense of conceit. You and I seem arrogant to others owed to our confidence and our station is life, but unlike us, who know our own strengths and weaknesses, some confuse self-importance for strength. Let any one of these aristocratic vampires who only serve themselves be met by you, their father, and they shall tremble with dread, for deep down, they know they are nothing, just a shadow of what their blood could have made them. You feel also a terrible pain in your soul...such anguish as you dare show no one, for you feel compelled to destroy all who ever denied your legacy, and you feel compelled thus, because you know that their destruction shall bring balance out of chaos.

It happens in life that we sometimes must destroy what we created, and turn the soil over that a new generation can be germinated and fostered with greater care than the last. Yes, I know this pain, for every so often, as I shall have to do upon my return anon, I have to destroy all of those who no longer trust that I am Acheron's rightful ruler, as ever I was. Those who cannot see the truth for their own fears, and yes, their arrogance. Some believe themselves better than everyone else, no matter how many times I stress that our hierarchy serves one purpose alone, only to know who is most powerful. Skill and wisdom dictates who is most capable of leadership among our ranks. It is my law that all who are of me, are equal, are brothers and sisters, a union where one protects the other, or can be called upon or sent to serve when a need arises. A union where all dislike and petty differences are set aside when duty demands we unite. All of my children, all who are of my body, my soul and my blood, share the same bond and are marked with the same seal of possession. It is wisdom which decides who is superior, Caine. Wisdom alone holds one above the other, for with wisdom alone can resolve come about. Those who refuse to trust in my wisdom, I shall have to destroy, for without trust, there IS no respect, and without respect, they are of no use to us. Us, as in, us all.

In time you will act, and do what you feel in your heart and soul must be done for the benefit of your race and your dominion. It will be painful...as it shall be painful for me to destroy my own children, but I, like you, shall turn a new leaf, and take comfort in knowing that those of my children who are admirable and loyal, shall benefit from the necessary extermination of their kindred. The protection and preservation of our kingdoms comes with a price, and the cost which fools must pay is not on us, but on they who purchased every excuse to serve themselves and their petty grievances rather than their children, brothers, sisters and fathers. Do what you know you must, beloved Caine, and do so with a clear conscience.

In concerns to my own prior situation. I have chosen Azule and Gabriel to escort me to the Great White Pillars of Seti'Tarsa, the angel's gate, where those angels who descend out of Haman to voyage to the realms of Midguard, the Middle Kingdom, arrive and depart when returning to the Upper Kingdom of their Lord. I go to meet with the Alamascan Seraphim Alemnous of the first order, and Balith, of the second order. I have demanded they meet me face to face and deliver a message until their Lord Yajmha. If I am betrayed and we are met by more than just Alemnous and Balith as promised; I shall send my escorts back if we are overwhelmed. Know this...they cannot destroy me no matter what they do to this insignificant coil I possess. When I make my escape, you shall be one of the first to know. Be expecting a visit from either Azule, or Gabriel, both of whom are dark fallen. Be sure you detect my mark in them before lowering any of your defenses. They are not incapable of subterfuge and sending spies. If Alamascan spies come to you, the names of Gabriel and Azule below shall turn blue, and my angels have either been captured with me or killed. If their names remain written in blood, it is Gabe and Azule who call on you. Gabriel. Azule.

I leave you to your peace now, Caine, what you can grab of it that is. Consider all I have said to you with gravity. One last thing.. Time will not stop without you; so take time for yourself when needed, lest you find yourself standing on the brink of insanity with the edges crumbling beneath your feet. Until we meet again.