I am amused.
Splendid, your show of detective code and conduct. Damien Abelard Beaufort, you are truly a man of honor for solving those four mysteries of life. You have read my intention all over the place and took control of it in a matter of months. Most people I have dragged into this kind of fantasy drunk in it for millennia without resolving their matters at all.
Who are you?
I can’t see your face clearly. It is covered in illuminations, rather too bright for my eyes I have to close it down before they burn.
Don’t be afraid.
I am your angel.
People of your civilization called me such a beautiful phrase. For you, I am the guidance for all sort of post-death experience and freedom of salvation. I am the light at the end of the tunnel. For who’s sinful, I am the adjudicator who
