The child's eyes went wide when realizing he were no longer of use. One of ours became one of the broken; my presence brought no comfort to him. I entered his mind and took the information needed. Mister Creevey had corrupted another; if Lenore and Thuggee weren't bad enough already. This creature did worse; Lenore manipulated proxies beyond the point of redemption, until they were just shells. Thuggee slaughtered them without a second thought. Mister Creevey, so it seems; crawls within and destroys them from the core.
This is problematic; the parasite is not destroying them for a reason. It's feeding, a similar yet different method than my own. It left irreversible damage yet left the thing still alive; intriguing development. What is the point of allowing it to live? The thing was once of use and now appears shriveled and pathetic. I found out during my activities in his mind; Mister Creevey wished to leave a message. It is no one's business as to what that message was. I did it a favor by preventing others from witnessing it in such a poor state; by relieving it of its position.
Good news, I have some free time on my hands; if that was not yet obvious. The Cultist's arm was snapped and she has taken it as a chance to hide; working silently no doubt. A definite lead has come up in regards to the artifact; now I wait. All there is to do is my job; in comparison to the other tasks it's far simpler. Trying to eliminate Gallows and Graves isn't trying in the least either.
I have some personal interests I have been watching. One of the newest, Swan and Fracture; such a delightful and witty pair. I am going to enjoy them; Fracture has proven to be exactly what I have observed him to be.
The most notable; the third being an unknown boy whom I've been speaking with nearly the length of my time on here. I consider the child a favorite.
Intriguing creatures so far. The Dreamers have been a lively bunch recently. Even the Lady has been dreaming more frequently; as if I haven't noticed, thing.
There was a boy who loathed his family. His mother was leaving his father, who drank on account of her nightly visits to the beds of other men. The boy's elder brother beat the child constantly as a means to relieve stress. His sister ignored him as if he was human trash. The boy wished for companionship, he got nothing. I offered him a means to escape everything one night; he accepted. Awakening from the dream he found his family deceased throughout the house. Without any ties left he became one of His.
A teenager that has always been indecisive finally made a choice all on her own. With a small nudge, give or take. She had never been given a voice of her own, born silent she had others often speak for her. She found it distasteful; felt as if her individuality was taken from her. I was the first to hear her speak; though it did not come from her mouth it meant just as much. It was the first conversation she had; the first choice given she could freely answer. The thing wept joyfully before accepting my offer; once more silenced as she became one of His.
I don't make a habit of keeping proxies; other than 269 and 85. Especially after Lenore's lure; seeing as she is destined to die soon I decided to keep these two. I thought a certain few would enjoy that news. Welcome, male Proxy 519 and female Proxy 523.
Until next time.