The order just came in from Ahriman. Tonight, the kill team goes in to eliminate Silent Bob.

I saw the orders when he handed them over. Dumas was listed under “Expendable.” I got a sick feeling in my gut when I saw that, and it hasn’t gone away since.

When Sky heard the news, she ran over to my computer and started typing. I stopped her before she could post it, but after reading over it, I’ve decided to include it at the end of this post. I think I might have read it before on the internet, but I’m not sure where. Whether I have or haven’t, it definitely isn’t helping that sick feeling.

“With fists like atom bombs, he walks on the thorny warpath to the heavens, masked in blood and bathed in fire. Beware the man who would kill a god, the choir whispers, for he will never know peace, and he will drag the whole universe into war to keep him merry company along the way. He will stand before the throne, look the void in the eye and laugh. He cannot bear to live in a world where he is not sovereign of his own soul. He would rip his teeth into divine flesh and swallow the universe whole. He wants the apocalypse and the wasteland that will follow in the wake of the gods, that humanity might rise and rise again as their own gods, without sin or fate or fear. And so he rises, knife in hand, to make himself holy and unholy. He has nothing but murder in his mind, nothing but desire in his body, and nothing but truth singing from his tongue. The gods are his prey.

He is every child who ever wanted to hold the universe in the palm of their hand, and every man who wanted to take the throne. He is every woman who tore the kingdom of god apart with her body, and every mortal who stared into the sun and wanted to burn down everything that stood between them and that light. There is nothing left to their story but this: to kill to kill to kill.”