April 4, 1958

Back in the States now and trying to rebuild the life I had before the world went and tried to end itself. A therapist told me that starting a journal would be therapeutic for the trauma I suffered in the war. So, I will give it a sincere go. I am to ask myself, what has the war done to me… I think that is all for now.

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April 5, 1958

What has the war done to me? What has it done to all of us? The world may see us as saviors of humanity but the war took that away from us. I, we, are the living ghost of the horrors of man. 

 

April 6, 1958

I find it impossible and tedious to write my mind everyday. A weekly entry will have to do. I figure once a month would make it easy for me to forget and quit this journaling. As I’ve learned, I am not a quitter, to a fault.

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April 7, 1958

I dreamt of Anna last night. It felt so real, like that was my life and the life I live during the day are my nightmares. She was the best thing that has happened to me if only for a brief moment in time.

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April 13, 1958

It’s been almost a year being home. My foot locker holds the best and worst of men. I fear to open it. What emotions will drown me, if I still had them. And what if it awakes? There is unfinished business and it haunts me. I’ve tried hard to forget that night. The mission that changed everything, and I mean everything for everyone.

 

April 29, 1958

It’s been longer than a week, but it is my birthday today. I celebrate the brave souls that made it possible for me to see another year. I also curse them.

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June 6, 1958

14 years ago today the “Mighty Endeavor”. I was not part of that endeavor, ours was more biblical, mythical even. I have not forgotten the treasures I had brought home from the war. Only a fool would call them treasures but isn’t that what I have become? The years I have spent continuing the search and collecting on my own. The burden I have put on my shoulders to assure these things are never found by man again. Evil searched and scorched the Earth for these articles. Sgt. Burton, I continue this quest I swore on oath to.

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June 13, 1958

Today I remembered the fascination and inspiration that filled me, the time I swiped from a dead Field Marshall, an article for Division13. It had reinvigorated my enthusiasm for the unknown. Although, I feel a sense of betrayal resurrecting passion for my oath to Division13. 

 

June 20, 1958

It is with luck that I am able to remember that some good in the world. I witnessed a young man carry groceries for an elderly woman. I thought, maybe there are still good humans left in the world. The young man then killed a bird and watched it die. Maybe I was wrong.

 

June 27, 1958

My dreams and thoughts are pulling me back to my mission. I am consumed with cautious delight. My renewed interest, has given me my path forward. 

 

June 30, 1958

I was overwhelmed with the opening of my footlocker and  satchel. I found more than I packed away. Some of the things make more sense to me, after all these years. The unsolved riddles and ciphers that were given to me, I know my calling is to continue my search.

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July 4, 1958

Happy birthday America. I will become a professor of history perhaps I will find the next apostle.

 

July 7, 1958

I don’t know if any of my findings will bear fruit. Decades of research and collecting has led me a lonely and bitter life. The hope of quenching my thirst for the forbidden keeps me pressing on. Dark alleys and dark souls are all I have yet to find. 

 

July 14, 1958

More than a hollowed day for me.

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July 30, 1958

Nearly cut my throat this morning shaving. It wasn’t me in the mirror, it paid me a visit. Almost as acknowledgment that my plan of action is on the right course. 

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August 17, 1958

Spoke with the administration office and pointed me in the right direction, and I will be enrolling in class after the summer concludes. I will finish with my Masters that I left undone because of the war.

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September 20, 1958

Our professor is young and filled with ideals not align with the real world. I hate myself that I despise his optimism but the others enjoy it. I am sure we will have great and wonderful arguments, I look forward to them. 

 

September 30 1958

Picking up where I left off is not easy. It is harder that I had thought, changing. Change does not come easy to someone who spent years seeing the world for what it really is. No one has a clue about the evils that lurk and hover over this world. I am content to not disclose what I know. Yet.

 

October 9, 1958

I have found a clue in one of the riddles that will lead me to another article, here in the States. The great invasion of the States that never happened, I know what they would be looking for. Winter break, I will be traveling to Nevada. Side note, it is becoming tedious to journal with all that I have on my plate. I fear my entries will become less and less.

 

November 24, 1958

Thanksgiving dinner. I am not alone, a cat has found its way into my house. It doesn’t bother me and I don’t bother it. It’s an ideal relationship. It is free to come and go as it pleases. I am glad its here.

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December 23, 1958

Class it out and tomorrow I will be on my way to a new adventure. I am eager and excited to go. Adventure has its allure.

 

December 24, 1958

I was awaken to knocks on my front door. G-men wanted to talk to me about my trip. I don’t know how they knew about it but I figure that is what the CIA is about. Working Ops here in the States, I should feel honored. Being a former member of Division13, I will always have friend in the government, at least that is how they put it. 

 

December 25, 1958

Christmas morning. This is the day that fills me with regrets. I regret that I had taken the assignment in Division13. Yes, it kept me off the frontlines but I lost my identity. The man I was no longer exists. I cannot in good conscious contact any relatives. I know my parents had passed while I was over there. The other family members, I will stay gone and perhaps dead. Christmas is not a joyous day for me. It is lonely and cold. Thank whatever god exists for this cat on my lap.

 

January 3, 1959

It is cold in Nevada. Not much here. Not much for the start of the new year. I found the stone that I was looking for. After days of searching, the powerful article was sitting in a thrift store in a rock collection pile. It is mind numbing to think that the power of this stone was out in public. It would be like having the atom bomb inside Macy’s next to appliances. Unreal.

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January 7, 1959

Back to school. Fortunately I only needed a semester to have enough credits to finish with my Masters. I will have more time to continue my search and find a job.

 

May 12, 1959

It’s been a while. I am deep in the rabbit hole. I am having trouble sleeping. I am tired. 

 

August 1, 1959

I am moving to Nebraska. The last of my family has passed and left property. A new start is just want I need. I have mixed feelings returning to my childhood home. Maybe a feeling of home is what I need. I hope the cat will come along.

 

August 5, 1959 

I am here inside the place I grew up in. It is eerie to be here. I was thinking of selling it and moving across town but the cat seems to like it here. I guess his wants have weight to them.

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August 27, 1959

This will be my last entry for some time. I promise that I will continue with it and with my oaths. I have found work as a history teacher in the local high school. This is a good thing. I have spotted agents in the field observing me. This is not a good thing. So with this, all of my files, articles, and this journal will be put to hiding. These are not righteous agents. My specs have shown me their true nature. There are secrets contained inside this journal that can never be placed in the hands of man. Time to go dark. 

 

January 1, 1984

It’s been twenty five years. There is too much that has happened that I could not possibly catch this journal up. There is hope. The work I have completed and riddles I have solved have delivered wondrous results. It feels strange to journal again. The years have taken its toll on me. I’ve new hips now. Walking is much easier, though I have no one to walk with any longer. My best friend died a few years ago. My lap will never be warm again. 

The obstacles that I was facing during my last entry has given way and no longer present a danger to me, more accurate, to the world. I still see it in the mirror. Its as though it senses my time is drawing nearer. 

My patience has endured to find my successor. I have had harmless articles in my classroom, for years no one has picked up on its presence till this year. There are 10 of them. There must be one amongst them worthy to take up the oath. 

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February 1, 1984

I have put into motion the great wheel. I have assured that the 10 will in some capacity be in my classes. Time will tell who will be the one. By their senior year, I will know.

  

March 1, 1984

I have found the last of the Summoning Stones. They are still a mystery as to their purpose. A student named Sera is particularly drawn to it. There is almost a connection. She is much smarter than some of the faculty, she is brilliant. She is the leading candidate. 

 

April 1, 1984

I have suffered a mild heart attack. I must find away to keep in touch with their whereabouts though to don’t know how. The doctor told me that I needed to reduce the amount of stress in my life, if only he knew what I knew. I won’t give up red meat and whiskey so I guess stress is the one thing I’ll have to give up. 

 

May 1 1984

A new furry friend was found on my doorstep in a cardboard box. A small black and white cat with a note that read, “I need a new home, I lost mine.” I brought it in the house immediately and poured some milk in a saucer for it. You cannot imagine the joy I felt when it climbed into my lap and washed its face to sleep. One never realizes how deep the void until it is filled again. Thank you Maddie.

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June 1, 1984

I received word that one of the 10 will be moving away. I am saddened and relived that it isn’t Sera or Maddie. Their hearts are pure.

 

September 12, 1984

I have been unwell for a while now. I was hoping to return to class by the start of the school year. I am afraid that I will miss the first week. I believe that I have come across an article that is too much for my older body to handle. I have learned another valuable lesson in growing old. It sucks to do most things.

 

January 19, 1985

I have uncovered the true meaning of the Syrolyan Codex. To embed onto an item, the will and magic of the beholder. I may have come up with a failsafe.

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March 14, 1985

The amount of power needed to replicate the rift, is beyond my ability at this time. I don’t what it was about Deckard that night but I believe it had more to do with Gabriel and the Summoning Stone. I cannot, and will not, be part of any sacrifice to accomplish this mission. War is hell and I actually saw it.

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June 8, 1985

Today would have been Anna’s birthday. I try to relive the happy memories of our short time together. It only saddens me more. The time I spent searching for articles while we were together, should have been spent in her arms instead. Again, the war and the oath, still takes from me. Today it takes my joy.

 

September 17, 1985

This year I have 3 of the remaining 8 students in my class. The subtitles of a small high school is to have the same students throughout the years. The oldest brother is strong and passionate. He along with Sera are the strongest candidate. I cannot believe his younger brother has the gift, he is incredibly vexing at times.

 

December 31 1985

Last day of the year has me in deep reflection. Perhaps it is because I know the time is nearing for me to take the next step. I am becoming increasingly impatient and reckless in my preparedness. Taking bold chances in my experimentations. The Syrolyan Codex is just about mastered, soon I will have my things imprinted upon it the powers I will need incase I fail. And I have come to the conclusion that I will need all 8 of them to aid me.

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March 19, 1986

My hands are becoming arthritic and difficult for me to write. My entries will be less but with more importance to its contents. I was hoping that in someway, this journal would be more than just helpful guide. I wanted the reader to truly understand what it was I was fighting and fighting for. It would never be the apology needed to wipe away the terribly things that I caused you all. But maybe you could forgive me in some small way.

 

August 4, 1986

I have spent the summer collecting all the articles and documents that I have hid across this country that I have fought and given my soul to. You will need these articles in case I fail. You will all be compelled to search for answers that elude your troubling mind. You won’t know why but you all will come together. I am sorry for the terrors that I will fill your minds but it is necessary.

 

October 24, 1986

Ghost and goblins, monsters and ghouls, run amok this time of year. Soon, I will be among the real demons in their natal habitat. The creature visits me more and more each day and night. I see it everywhere. In every reflection. There is a great wrong because of me. Of what I did back then. 

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February 14, 1987

With a heavy heart and great guilt, that I have imprinted on, the troubles you will fight throughout your lives will be my fault. I hope you all come together sooner rather than later to take the next step. I will be in hell and waiting for your rescue. I know that you will not have come to my saving if you knew this ahead of time. But in this deed, you will find salvation.

 

March 10, 1987

There are answers to your questions in this journal. Find my specs. Look into the Aether. There are potions to aide you.

 

April 15, 1987

I find great happiness in not filing a tax return this year. Where I am going maybe I will visit the home office off the IRS. 

 

June 12, 1987

Graduation day. And this is my last entry. You all have completed your unknowing conditioning to the underworld. Your sensitivity to magical things will be your compass. Brad, Sera, Maddie, Martin, Trish, Michael, Sadie, and yes even you Billy, your importance to this quest I have placed upon you is paramount. Nothing you do in your life will be as important as what you are under taking now. Surely by now you know what I mean. If not, re-read the passages. 

It is for you that I begin writing this journal again. You, reading this, will know my struggles and the great burden now on your shoulders. It is for the world that we take this oath. Every important piece of information I have will be in this journal, in plain sight or hidden. (Aether) Together with my possessions given to you, you will have enough power to save humanity or destroy it.

 

There is a Great War at hand. I go unnoticed among the demons and the dead. Hell is hot, however there is a fire that burns hotter than Hades itself.

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Entry 1

I don’t know where to start but I did it. I was successful in opening the rift. The monster that has haunted me since the war has a name, Mazorok. What I did in ’45 inadvertently started another war inside the war between Heaven and Hell. I broke the natural order of things. 

I saw Heaven. I was casted away by an Angel and shackled in Hell. Now I am between existences in the Great Void. I am in complete nothingness. Not even time exists here, only I do. 

I can observe many worlds through rips in the fabric of the veil. I do not know how long I have been here. The world, eternity, has new meaning to me. It is a tremendously heavy word. This is the curse of all curses. I can only ponder if the failsafe I have worked so hard to deploy actually works. 

There is nothing greater to my sanity than this journal that I keep. I do know at some point I will have to let go of it with hopes that one of you 8 find it. Not all plans go without hiccups. Know that even now I am planning for your success in hopes that I can thank you in person and together correct this mistake. I believe it will include a rescue of the Devil himself. 

I will put as much information in here for you before I hide it among the realms for you to find. It cannot be found by Mazorok or any of his followers. Save me and save existence. 

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Entry No. 2

I feel as though I am changing. Something happening to me here inside the void .

 

Journal Entry No. 44

The Watchers are still bound and I would like to keep it that way. The end of days must be denied. 

 

Journal Entry No. 76

They know I am here, an intruder. It is not my time and yet I am behind the veil. The seven princes are real and Lucifer is cunning. I have found the great hall called Pandemonium. The war continues, we are its pawns.

 

Journal Entry No. 88

The Purgatory Beast is keen. The hunt is always on for fresh torment for those that land in Purgatory. 

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Journal Entry No. 126

Not a moment goes by that I don’t think my mind, my perception, is changing. I fear that I may become one of those things. 

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Journal Entry No. 130

I have finally decoded the language of the Elders. There is much hidden throughout.

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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 

 

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Journal Entry No. 131

Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, it's only part of the equation of existence. The Gateways are doors into other worlds, other existences. These "realms" are Heaven and Hell but for other life forms. What we would call alien. 

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Journal Entry No. 135

I know what I must do. I don't suspect that I will mark anymore entries into this journal. I will scatter these few pages throughout the realms in hopes to bread crumb my saviors in finding the truth, in finding me.

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Journal Entry No. 147

Today is the last day...

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My Articles must be found in order to escape.

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