Fortitudo Dei

A mortal man commits murder, it is his own fault. One considers his upbringing, true, is it the fault of the father? A dog bites a man, let it be deemed vicious. Do you inherity blame the breed? How about all dogs?

O City, won't you listen to yourself. Crimes have been committed, yes. And you have the audacity to begrudge the creator who has given you life itself because of the actions made by one other. You who slay for petty reasons, I will not step forth to defend this wayward one.

He answers to God. As do all of you. Punishment will be dealt for all in due time.

Private to Loki//Unhackable;
Fool.

Have you ever heard of subtly?  Look around and see what ensuing chaos. If you had more brains to have your will done by unseen hands than this would not fall back on Our Father. What on earth are you trying to accomplish?
This is not only shameful but crude. This is not what God's handiwork would look like.
End Filter;

Peculiar day, City. Of course it doesn't escape me that today is April Fool's Day. It isn't beyond you to celebrate it as a holiday. And what a disorganized, un-uniformed fashion.

Several of you are unchanged while others are carrying on in the most ridiculous of fashion. Even for a curse the results vary greatly.

The deities want to make a point that we are times prisoners, our John Constantine for example is literally captive. How do you fair, John?

And you, Tony?

Private to Lilith;

I haven't seen much of the man with his blasphemous new church. I trust you are well in all respects.

I have looked everywhere and John, the true John, is no where to be found. How disappointing. On the other hand, with this John there can be opportunity. He does have the same wayward streak. I imagine Father would want me to reach out and attempt to help. That gives room for my other plan.

Father, what would you say? I'm listening. Tell me.

The limits of my patience are greatly tested in this City. So many ungrateful, proud sinners. And to see and hear their thoughts...utterly consumed by the demands of the body. Do they not know that time will betray them, illness and age will lay it all to waste what they put so much effort and time into? Ah, mankind. Such gifts given. Near a waste.

I wonder if these two curses are meant to pit the sexes against one another. There is a large number of women in the City, solitary without a man. The men over all have taken to their own gender for comfort and needs. A sign of the times. There are so many people as it is. Copulation and infancy are not such hit or miss tasks.

The newer shelter dwellers don't wish to go to chapel. Perhaps if I were to give incentive...that would be much, much better. An empty stomach can motivate a mind. Ah, yes.