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『26 Salvatore Boarding House,
Mystic Falls, Virginia
JUNE 10TH 2014

DEAR DAMON,

Today is our anniversary.

I have lost count of how many years it has been since you left. I wanted to spend the day thinking about you, but it's time I put a stop to my obsession. One would call it love with a sleepless night.

I needed a break.

At times, I blamed myself for everything. if I hadn't fought with you, things would have been different, but it's fated. I will soon drive myself to insanity with the endless thought of finding our enemy. If I can't sleep, neither should they.

The day peace becomes mine again will be the day you're back in my arms. I promised the Numens a great sacrifice if they answered my prayers. While I appreciate your abandoned clues, they can only help so much.

I promise you, Damon. Our enemy would see a different path of grief.

Revenge.

I won't sleep, I will never stop.

When I piece together the clues, I promise atonement will be a sin. The devil will love what I have installed. Do you remember when I said I would travel the world to fulfill my dreams? It seems those dreams will have to wait.

There's nothing far sweeter than revenge.

My mother fears my obsession will lead to my death. I understand it will break her, but the fates have made their choice. I won't allow our enemy to end my life. No, not yet. I still have things to live for. Not as big or small, but small things matter.

Like a speck of dust that spreads across the cosmos, gushing down my eyes, reminding me of my binding promise. I wipe the blood from my eyes. I wipe the tears from my soul. I won't stop. I won't rest.

Tell me, are Numens and high entities the only ones who abode happiness?

The winter storm passed in the blink of an eye, jutting through my body with blood slithering in my veins. it didn't stop biting until it tore me open. As time went on, the clues seemed more blinding than the truth, pushing again and again from the souls of reality.

It stands before me, but, I'll never see it until I open my eyes. Some would say I have lost my sanity to madness, some would say I am lost in the unknown. Only you and I will know the truth.

A few days ago, when I reached a new foundation of clues, Horned demonic beasts attacked me. I thought keeping myself balanced was working great. Follow a few dreams, live in a terrestrial world, and retire.

But it appears so little compared to the hunt for revenge. It was a mere miracle I escaped with my life still intact. I was half tempted to give up, then I wondered if this would be the end.

They don't want me gone. No, this is something else. Something big.

They went as far as tearing you and me apart, sending idiots after me as though they were training me,

Oh, Numens. What if they are, Damon? Am I a feast before I'm thrown into the lion's den? I won't let that happen. If I have to slaughter them and everyone, I will.

After I took care of my little attack, I prayed for strength for what I was about to do. When I went home, I didn't bother cleaning the blood. I sat on the floor until my doorbell rang.

There she was. . . My old demon friend.

Bliss was clutching her stomach. She informed me of her attackers, and the description of the horned beast told me all I needed to know. They were the same ones I killed with Charlotte.

I helped her with bandaging her wound before I left to find those monsters. It seems they had no idea who I was, I would do so to imprint that into their thick skull for all of eternity.

When those beasts attacked, I never expected more demons to come out to play.

Hmm! An army was waiting to take me out like a lion's prey.

Hungry, dangerous lions ready to assail.

I prayed, not for myself, for them. If I died, I would drag them all down with me. As many as Charlotte could claim. Their souls would enter the eternal hall of death. Death Von Death and Daeril Death will bless me for bringing forth new souls to them.

So I asked those horned beasts to count their blessings. They would soon meet their maker. They all charged at me, yelling cursive demonic words that didn't hold sway over me. I ran Charlotte through them, breathing the murky air as she claimed their souls.

By the end, I wondered how I went through hundreds of elite demons. Their strength was now mine.

Funny.

They couldn't be elite if they were defeated with ease. Although not so easy, they were dead.

When I arrived home, Bliss was gone. The house was a mess. There was blood everywhere, but she put up a fight.

That's when I realized. They used Bliss to lure me out.

First, I ran to my locker, where I stored all the clues you left. They were gone. Everything destroyed. That was when I smelled it. I sprinted to my room fast and grabbed the journal before jumping out the window and I ran.

It took less than a minute before the house exploded behind me.

Damon, whoever these people are, they wish for me to stop sniffing around.

As I watched my home— our home burn down along with everything inside. I learned to close my heart

This is not over.

LOVE,
MICAH UNDERWOOD

PS DON'T LEAVE ANY CLUES PUBLICLY. THEY ARE WATCHING YOU!