I'm currently burning time while I wait to observe a pack of Rakechildren I found in the outskirts of Pittsburgh. The biggest advantage of being stuck in accelerated time is its biggest disadvantage. I have more time to see them in more detail. In the same way, I have much longer to wait for them.
I suppose now's as good a time as any to take some old advice I got from a friend. Actually tell some about myself on this.
My name is Clark Minh. I am either twenty or around sixty years of age, depending on whether you measure the time my body's been on Earth, or how much time I have experienced. I am what is called an occultist, though my beliefs are open and diverse. My greatest drive in life is to discover what is truth and fiction from the legends of the past. I have already proven glyph magic to be real, as well as sentient creatures made of clay. I have, however, given up on most of that magic now.
As a child, I was the designated pariah since day one. The first day I went to school it was as though every other student saw me and made the conscious decision to make my life there miserable. At the age of twelve, I was diagnosed with mild schizophrenia, which had a history in my family, but was thought to be brought out by my isolation. This served to give my classmates a concrete reason to exclude me. Not that I minded. I was used to it by then, and chose to read rather than let it bother me.
I made my first friend when I was twelve. He had just moved into the school and knew no-one, and hadn't had enough time to hear all the rumors of my numerous (falsified) murder sprees. In other words, he actually took the time to get to know me. We were fast friends. His name was Tony.
Tony, my parents, and I got along wonderfully. He really was a sibling to me, and my parents saw him as their own son. It was really fitting that after I lost my parents and my legs when I was fifteen, that Tony would be the one to help care for me.
Fast forward four years, and I made this blog with the intent of investigating gods of all cultures, and I made my second friend. Since my blog's day one, there had been a person following it, but for some reason, I couldn't see the name. It took a while before I found out who it was. It was someone who took an interest in my work, and we hit off amazingly well. A little too well, in retrospect, but all retrospect is perfect. That was how I met Lucia.
My ill-fated relationship with Lucia has been detailed elsewhere, so I won't go into detail here.
At one point, my interest turned toward one of my projects from elementary school. Specifically the Goetic demons. A tradition of some Christian schools of thought that speaks of a number of demons that can be summoned to grant boons to mortals. One in particular, Vassago, takes in promising students at no cost to them, and is even known to be very kind by human standards. I chose to ask him to teach me. And I was successful.
The resulting power allowed my research to take massive strides. Among my creations were a pocket dimension large enough to house four yet could be carried in my pocket, and a living, feeling, sentient creature sculpted from clay, based off of the model of the Prometheans of Greek mythology.
While all this was going on, a strange creature who went by the name of Zwei pestered us. He often made various threats against everyone he spoke to. The last I've heard of him, though, was this last January, when he sent me an unnerving message hinting at the existence of a sword able to cut through any supernatural thing. Considering the weight of threats around us at the time, such a sword was worth looking for, even if it was all a twisted trick by Zwei. But the sword was real. I still have it today. I don't know what to do with it anymore, though.
Since then, I've been wandering the world, stuck in a semi-spell that has locked my perception of time so that for every week that passes, I experience two years (by my estimates). If I were to say that much of that time was spent productively, I would be lying. Much of my time was spent either depressed over the messy breakup between Lucia and I, or trying to take my mind off of it by watching the world pass by slowly.
But now... I feel a need to become involved with the world I left behind. I won't be making contact with anyone, I accept that I'm far too removed from it now. I don't plan on seeking out Lucia or Ryan. I won't dwell anymore. Instead, I'll observe what happened to Tony, and these new creatures, the Rakeproxies. And, if it still exists, if I can find it, I may seek out the Promethean.