Group Blog 2

Sebastian Michaelis

Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
O, but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,
That have profaned their scarlet ornaments
And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents.
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lovest those
Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee:
Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
By self-example mayst thou be denied!

Jazebel Keehl

Gabriel, I named him. I can't say where I "found" him, because it is strictly confidential information. Cambion says I should let Malphas have him- but I can't let that happen. Yet, if I don't, I have to tell Cambion where this little angel came from. And I can't do that either, master or not. It's a bit personal for me. What's worse- he may just make me kill Gabriel. And I cannot have that happen. As much as I love Cambion, I've realised, what is the point in trying to sell a person something they will never buy? This contract is going to take its toll on me, and I know it. I do believe now that Mello was correct. But, if this all happens, I won't be the only one who is hurt. What am I to do? What am I to do with my master? ...Nothing. And that is how it has to be. I must sit here, and watch this play out, only taking action when Cambion tells me to. If he does make me kill this baby- now that I know where it came from- I can fully ensure my heart will be broken. And not just by the loss of Gabriel.

Nameless

I made my way to Sunbury two days ago. I've also manipulated my body to age to sixteen years old, so that it would not seem a twelve year old boy with strange eyes and strange hair and innocent features- Well, actually, I suppose it doesn't make much of a difference. The world outside is probably about as messed up as it was back at the manor houses. But the only true reason I regret leaving is because of my children. And at the same time, I don't know if I could even stand to look at them right now. Bambi, especially- he looks a bit more like Skye. These children were but the result of me being used. As a sex toy, as a baby machine. And they, quite frankly, disgust me on a certain level when I think of this. I don't want to look at them. I don't want to go back. There is no reason to whatsoever. This is where I'm going to be selfish and not care. I refuse to be hurt again. It's absolutely unnecessary.

L. Lawliet

I finally gave Mello what he wanted last night. Even though I was exhausted. Why? ...To make the long story short, I simply despise angel anatomy. This is ridiculous. It doesn't even make sense. But it happened. I doubt Mello would be pleased... That aside, I've entrusted Jazz with this "problem" for the time being. Yes, I know: Why would an angel trust a demon? < That's actually a very stupid question I feel should not have to be answered. Come on, people, use your goddamned brains.

Keaira Dimitri Trancy

A little rabbit followed me around the woods yesterday on my way back home. I see these guys often, but this one was just a little too different... Yes, it had a black pelt and her its were a shade of burgundy, much like Sebastian's. I suppose it's nothing, really. Anyway, I also had a paper sac with some pregnancy tests in it for Claude (we're going to try for another baby, I think), and a cookie in another small bag for Aurelei. I'm guessing the rabbit must have smelled the cookie, because it tore up the bag and then crawled back out, looking hungry. When I picked it up, it cuddled into and purred, but as soon as I explained to it that the cookie was for my daughter (for some reason, it could understand me...) it went quiet, licked my cheek, leapt out of my arms, and ran off. I find this peculiar, and I most certainly will be looking forward to seeing it again. This is something I believe needs to be looked into.

Malphas Mephisto Trancy

ONE MORE DAYYYYYYY. *dies*

Lecea Seleby Michaelis-Phantomhive

I do believe a war has started between myself and Cambion. Unfortunately, it does not seem that he cares much about the target I pinpointed last night- Miss Jazebel. Which really is a shame. That, or he really does not believe I will come out victorious. He really needn't be so confident; such will be his downfall. Whether he cares about Miss Keehl or not doesn't matter to me. In the end, I will kill her. My next target, I suppose, must be my own father, unfortunately... And we were getting along so well. But... anything to win, yes? After all, these are all but my pawns to manipulate (except Bambi, of course. He's the only person I love in this world at all.).

Fin.