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"I was becoming engrossed by their teachings, what started off as horror and disgust slowly morphed into a appreciation for the Priests of the Church of Extinction. A paradoxical question I had when I began writing this journal was “why would they dedicate themselves to saving and prolonging the lives of their followers? After all if the goal was total human death, it would seem rather contradictive.” I was so naïve back in those days. No one can appreciate the gift of death, the release from life’s grip, without suffering. Only when one is truly worn down to the bone, can they fully embrace oblivion.

I trusted them, and with their guiding hands I am not ashamed to admit this, I released many street urchins and ladies of the night from their existence. They thanked me Josef, I saw happiness in their eyes. I left you all the proof you would need of my deeds brother, this is a confession, not of guilt, but of overwhelming mirth. Maybe you will learn too. As to my whereabouts, you need not worry, I have gone on a pilgrimage to the pit of Azakov far north of our beloved Anglican Commonwealth.

I promise you, and my beloved Martha, that I will return, blessed in the form of sulfur, Iron, and Frost. Inhale the smell of ammonia, you will know me then. "

A link to my Webcomic
www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/…

Plus a link to a Commission Sheet if you want art done by me.

COMMISSONS AND COMIC

Description

"I was becoming engrossed by their teachings, what started off as horror and disgust slowly morphed into a appreciation for the Priests of the Church of Extinction. A paradoxical question I had when I began writing this journal was “why would they dedicate themselves to saving and prolonging the lives of their followers? After all if the goal was total human death, it would seem rather contradictive.” I was so naïve back in those days. No one can appreciate the gift of death, the release from life’s grip, without suffering. Only when one is truly worn down to the bone, can they fully embrace oblivion.

I trusted them, and with their guiding hands I am not ashamed to admit this, I released many street urchins and ladies of the night from their existence. They thanked me Josef, I saw happiness in their eyes. I left you all the proof you would need of my deeds brother, this is a confession, not of guilt, but of overwhelming mirth. Maybe you will learn too. As to my whereabouts, you need not worry, I have gone on a pilgrimage to the pit of Azakov far north of our beloved Anglican Commonwealth.

I promise you, and my beloved Martha, that I will return, blessed in the form of sulfur, Iron, and Frost. Inhale the smell of ammonia, you will know me then. "

A link to my Webcomic
www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/…

Plus a link to a Commission Sheet if you want art done by me.

COMMISSONS AND COMIC