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The Adventures of Hector Salman
Entry 003:
There is no excuse for leaving a man to die alone in pain, Even if no-one died. I still left a man to die while I didn't even have a single scratch on me, It has been a rough couple of days ever since that Contract, yet I still carry a heavy heart. The Pain in Lucien's eyes as he had to watch the one person who could've saved him from going out in a painful way as he were being burnt alive, run for the stairs, pathetically, selfishly.. for what? Until now, I still do not know myself.
I haven't left my home ever since the contract, been spending more time in the private gym, or attending online therapy.. I have done things to people that one could never imagine, but for some reason, leaving a man to die who relied on me is the toughest thing I have felt and done. Even if I wasn't required to get therapy as the matter wasn't serious, I still took it just in case.. During I might've learnt something as well, or perhaps it was another gift from the Inquisition themselves but it could prove helpful for those around me. Maybe they have seen that I have been nothing but selfish and wanted me to atone for my mistakes and help those around me more.
But for whatever the intension or meaning behind the gift, I know I will need it eventually because The Inquisition only gifts the necessary. I am trying to keep my head clear for any up-coming contracts or worse, an attempt on my life. The Vatican's phone call a few weeks prior is sticking to my head, So to prepare myself for what is to come, I must try to keep a clear conscious, I must bring the world to justice, I must be strong, I must be handsome, I must be capable, I MUST BE HECTOR SALMAN.
Downtime
The Legacy of Hector Desaltez Salman.
Final Entry:
I do not recall how long I have been down here, suffering for all that I have done as well as for the things I haven't done. But all I do know that regardless if the talk of being resurrected is true or not.. I do not want to leave this place and give my Daughter more false hope. How much more times should I ask her to open up to me, to believe in me, that I am a better man and will stay with her this time... As much as I wish to see her one last time, As much as I want to be there for her. I must protect her by not giving her hope, I am not fit to be in her life. My dearest Desaphina, I know it was just a few months away from your quinceañera last you've seen me. Nothing plagues my heart and mind knowing We cannot have that father-Daughter dance you spoke highly and fondly of. But my pure rose.. I'm sorry.. I really am. I left you a lot in my will, surely after 3 or 4 months in the real world, I will no longer be declared missing and now confirmed dead. My will- Will be read on an empty casket funeral.
I know I have no desire on leaving this place.. but upon hearing how excited the others are of the rumors of a second chance.. I knew I could at least help the others get back safely, even if it meant my own demise. I don't know how I'll do this or what may happen in this chance to get resurrected but what I do know- Is that they are making it out of here together. Even the new guy. The familiar door is now in the middle of the Room again, The others seem nervous, One last time Hector Salman. One last time.
The Book of the Apocalypse:
Entry 1:
IT HAS BEEN A WEEK SINCE THE VISION OF THE SENTINEL, ITS OBJECTIVE IS CLEAR. THY GREATNESS HAS BLESSED ME WITH A PERFECT BODY TO COMPLETE MY OBJECTIVE. THE WORLD SHALL SOON BE CLENSED OF ALL IMPERFECTIONS AND THOSE THAT WERE NOT CREATED IN GOD'S IMAGE. AS I BARE THE EYES OF THE SENTINEL, IT SADDENS ME TO SEE HOW FAR WE HAVE STRAYED AWAY FROM GOD'S IMAGE AND PLANS. I PAINS ME TO KNOW THAT NOT EVERYONE SHALL ENTER THROUGH THE TALL GOLDEN GATES, BUT IT IS NOT MY DUTY. MY DUTY IS TO WRITE THE FINAL CHAPTER OF MY FOES.
The Sons of Salem
We swear to secure our people against the wickedness and evil of the invisible world.
We swear to aid the afflicted.
We swear to stay ever vigilant and seek out the abominable witchcrafts committed in this country.
We humbly pray to be blessed by God to hold all those who consort with the Devil accountable. Amen
—Opening and closing prayer for Sons of Salem meetings.
The Sons of Salem is a loosely-organized conservative populist movement in the United States that preaches violent opposition to anything they perceive as witchcraft, demonic, or monstrous.
Blowhard podcaster Ted Gundy and former general of the mercenary group “Hognose,” Roland Rush, founded the movement in 2010 after a series of violent werewolf attacks and unexplained, supernatural murders in Tennessee. Memberships grew quickly, stoked by Ted’s fiery doomsday rhetoric on his podcast "Truth Seekers" and the aspiration of the masculine power embodied by Roland.
Although they speak of duty, honor, and maintaining the “natural order” of things, the Sons of Salem are driven by fear. They collect guns and appear at protests en-masse as a way of easing the all-consuming terror of their powerlessness. At the same time, they have conditioned themselves to respond to fear with “strength” (read: violence).