Antennas to Heaven

Confessions of a Witch 2: Oathbreaker

You give everything you got to something, and you think it’s enough. Enough for them, enough for you. And then it ain’t, and you start learning shit about yourself you never knew, and before you know it you’re slamming your own head into a lamppost and wondering why your mind-reading mentor was so gung-ho about recruiting a professional killer who loves his job a little too much.

No? Just me? Figures.

You’d think I’d learn my lesson, but here I am giving everything I got all over again to a new bunch of suits with enough secrets to fill a fuckin five-star Beverly Hills douchebag factory. But as much as I could count what I know about Porter on one hand, I believe him when he says he wants to take this city back from the Seers and pound them til they break. And I think he really does believe in the Elemental Precepts. And that’s enough for me.

Though if you ask Fate, it won’t always be enough.

Jesus Christ, I should’ve known breaking shit in Arcadia like that would come back to bite me in the ass. I gotta find somebody who knows something about blood magic, gotta figure out what the family’s really up to. It won’t make any difference to Fate, but it will to me. And it’ll sure as fuck make a difference to Alfonso, when I rip his spine out of his ass and beat him to death with it. Taking this to the mattress alone is a piss-poor idea but who else am I supposed to trust? I might be a traitor but I’m no rat, I got my pride. And I got the Supernal on my side, which ain’t nothin. Plus, Jack’s right, I got resources now. The Ladder’s got all kinds of records on bloodlines, could be the Giovannis show up somewhere in there.

You know what, if Destiny thinks I’m gonna bend over and take it til my own friends put me out of my misery, it’s got another thing comin. This witch has teeth, you blind motherfucker. I’m gonna find a way to make sure Fate doesn’t do to anybody else what it did to me. If I’m the hand of Arcadia in this city of fucked dreams, then I got every right to decide who wins and who loses. Not like it’ll be tough to hear what they really want, just gotta open the mind’s floodgates and let it through. And who knows. Maybe if I show Destiny how justice is supposed to work, I can change its mind about me too.

Confessions of a Witch 1: Sword of the Traitor

Gotta say, I didn’t see this coming. First hit for the soldier who bought autonomy by lopping off the king’s head, and it’s some sleazebag schoolteacher. It’s like I can hear the court yelling ‘traitor’ at me all over again. Let em – this perverted sack of shit was doing the job Vinny gave him, and I know the drill. If it came down from Vinny then it came down from the don. No question. Is this what he meant by challenging me?

Test flunked, looks like. Nice of this human stain to give up names just like that, although truth be told I couldn’t’ve stopped him from dumping his diarrhea of the mind into my head anyway. Either way, now I know who to warn off. Recruiting’s one thing but this? It’s supposed to be an honor, not a fuckin life sentence. What is wrong with the LA family?

…what is wrong with the LA family? I’m guessing it rhymes with “Malfonso.” Shame he’s into some kind of death cult shit, I kinda liked him. Guess I pulled off Butterfly a little too well, if they thought I was the one to groom to replace him. Why was he so hung up on our being such close blood? Gives me the chills if I’m being honest. What with the magic blood slavery thing. Is that what these chains are all about? This destiny, bound to these fuckers forever because I’m my father’s son? Jesus Christ. I broke em though…at least, I thought I did, before my impromptu vacation to the other Death Valley.

Fuck. What does this mean for Cara?

Well, one problem solved, this skeezeball’s dust. But what now? Am I supposed to waltz back in there and tell him where he can shove his freaky bondage meth? On the one hand, hell no, I should disappear right the fuck yesterday. On the other hand, I can’t just shut my eyes and pretend there’s not a dozen other assholes doing the same thing this dickbag was doing. If I can stop it…shouldn’t I?

Kingslayer, right? Seems like there’s no shortage of tyrannical jerkoffs that need beheading. Maybe that’s how I break those chains for good.

Jack said I foresaw how that coin was gonna land, like a damned prophecy or something. If I can see the future, maybe I can get an idea of just how fucked I’d be if I went back and pushed on this. Time to get flipping…


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