GEC04
[BRANCH] PALM BEACH
[SERVER] EMPLOYEE NO. 1313
[DATE] 10/11/22
[INDEX ID] GEC04
[SECURITY] DINER
No. 5 concealed the will of Fate and now it would seem we are running rather late. Three new cohorts of the Lord of Wrath await to meet their predetermined death date. While on paper this may seem great, to pay three tabs in full will always bear a heavy weight. However, there is little we can do to avoid this forced checkmate. Fate wants blood in the water at any rate. Even when the debt comes due—Fate will pay to have their heads served on a silver plate. Why these three would Fate's bloodlust sate? I cannot say—though if they remain, they must obstruct the path which Fate would like to go straight. After all, twists and turns are what the Sovereign of Certainty certainly hates.
I've seen the prophecy No. 5 tried to conceal, and I am not quite certain how it makes me feel. There is a sense of overwhelming dread now at the wheel. It could never be a bloodless affair to break the seals. But why then would these three make such a gruesome deal? What could they possibly have to gain from being fodder for Fate's unholy meal? Or perhaps there is some sort of zeal in those who steel themselves among the teal waiting for the Debt to make his steal and set us on a path perhaps more "real."
Blood pays blood and blood alone,
Come forth fire, come forth brimstone.
Thirteen regents come as one,
Until they die the job is not yet done.
Born and bound by hellish fee,
In his books they hold his key.
By the words they are thusly bound,
Blood pays blood, up, down, and all-around.
For their service they will be paid,
As Fate thanks those whose parts were played.
When the clock strikes its darkest hour,
Thirteen will rise to great new power.
Rise above their lowly station,
As they rule their new hellish nation.
Death, is, at worst a minor setback,
As the First falls into the sinking black.
Upon their death there is no going back,
As the Gate bends, breaks, and finally cracks.