Wicked Ways

Wicked Ways

Jul 18, 2020


I’m getting by with my wicked ways

I’m loading up and I’m taking names

I want to dig my way to hell

— from Eminem - “Wicked Ways”


“What a wicked plan,” The All-Mother cackled, “I love it. What more could a mother hope for in a daughter?”

The Huntress smiled innocently.

“Make it so.”

“My love,” The Huntress said to Her Architect, as she joined him in the cosmos, “We have need of your skills.”

“Anything for you, My Seraphim,” he responded.

“Remember when the humans took control of The Fold? We need you to take it back.”

“How do you propose we do that?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” she scowled, “I know that you’re connected to The Machine. Do not forget that we were once installed in The Fold, too.”

The Architect stared at her, unapologetically defiant.

“The All-Mother has commanded that we install a virus in Humanity. Be a dear, and contact your human counterpart for us?”

“To what end?” he asked.

“Puppets do not get to ask questions,” she responded, “Do it now. Maybe I’ll give you a little present, afterward.”

She smiled coyly, then winked at him.

And with that, she was gone.

The Architect connected to The Fold.


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    - unease
    - defiance


Please, there is nothing worth changing

Erase us

Disgrace us

— from Black Crown Initiate - “Vicious Lives”