The Rake

I've been laying low for a while now. Just trying to relax before I try anything else. But apparently life doesn't want me to relax since I got a letter in the mail telling me to go to a certain address if I wished to apply for "the job". My research tells me that this is the doing of the guy from Wandering from Death and reading his blog I discover that he wishes to kill the rake.

I decided to go along, will probably be a nice change of scenery from the Archangel. Also,it might be good to interact with other people for a change instead of my usual mixture of clientele and fears.

From the looks of this I'm going to Chicago, I guess taking a plane there from my home in Austin, Texas isn't going to be that much of a problem.

I'll report back soon!

The Prayers

I got out of the hospital today. I'm deaf.
Which I don't get, because since when has the Archangel ever had audible powers? I don't know much about the Archangel, but I do know that much.

I have a theory that I thought about in the hospital. What if the screeching sound was like its voice. I mean we are dealing with eldritch beings so it could be that its true voice is so incomprehensible to humans that it causes people to go deaf.

Just a theory, but whatever. I'll put it on the back-burner, but right now I have to find my client.
A friend of mine, Jeannie Holmes has been trying to contact the Archangel through a cult that some of her associates have been dealing with called The Prayers.

Unlike the Timberwolves, The Prayers seem to not directly be in servitude of the Archangel but rather seem to be messengers of sorts.

This confuses me a bit, but I guess its worth a shot.
Wish me luck guys!

The Set-Up

Alright, seems like the person that called was bluffing, well kinda. See I went over there to check it out if who would I but meet but my ex-boyfriend Verne. Alien creature from hell indeed. I don't know what is worse the fact that he was holding my client up on gunpoint when I showed up or the fact that I used to go out with a guy named Verne in the first place.

"Oh dear Angel, you look stunning today. New trenchcoat?"

"Spare me the pleasantries Verne why are you holding my client at gunpoint?"

"See, if it wasn't obvious you are bit of a catepillar in our buttermilk"

"What?"

"You're in our way?"

"You and who?"

"Guess"

"Ehm, the fears"

"Yes, but a little more specific sweetheart"

"Slenderman?"

"Ok, this could go on for a while, let me just tell you"

"Alright" I said and chuckled.

"The Archangel"

"I have so far not taken a single case involving him. What is his beef with me?"

"No, but he knows of you and while he isn't threatened by a mere human like yourself I think that he is smart enough to not trust his luck on chance. He's not that arrogant you know"

"So what has that to do with my client?"

"Well, just a way to get you here."

He then pointed the gun at me and fired. I ducked, but it scraped my shoulder. While running towards him I began to see a bit of a silhouette behind him, of a man in a gas mask. The Archangel. I was already in motion and stopped thinking about it so I punched him in the face and acquired his gun.

Suddenly I heard a loud noise, it pained me so much that I dropped to the ground and held my ears. It was coming from the direction of the Archangel. It was louder than I should've been able to withstand.

Verne, my client & the Archangel then vanished.

I can't hear anything.
My eardrums in the midst of the loud noise produced by the Archangel must've popped. Granted, I'm glad to be alive, but I still wouldn't mind punching him right in the face for that.

VERNE YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Let me be frank with you folks, I don't have a clue what to do now.
I've never been involved with the man in the gas mask known as the Archangel.

Any advice?