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『26 Salvatore Boarding House,
Mystic Falls, Virginia
JANUARY 14TH 2010

DEAR DAMON

A new year is upon us.

Some people start the new year on a good note, but, no. not me. It's never on a good note for me. I spent my New Year locked in a mental asylum.

Why, you ask? Well, once again, I attempted to take my life. I did not succeed. . . Unfortunately. I wish I did. Life has proven to be futile to me.

Oh, oh.

Do you know what adds salt to my sugar? The Organisation said I was a liability. So, they let me go. Dark Creator said that he would allow me back if I worked on myself. A raise was also in question. I said no. I would rather not come back. I needed a break. Even though work kept me somewhat sane. It also ruined me.

Everything is a blur.

it was only last week, that I assumed a demon broke into my suite and possessed my private nurse. Turns out I wasn't so crazy after all. She intended to sacrifice me to Destroyer's teeth.

The thing is. . . Had my mother; the Goddess Hades Underwood not interfered and killed the demon. I would have allowed the demon to kill me. After the incident, my mother took me home, saying she would look after me herself.

Why does she have to be so dramatic?

I would have fought. . . Mentally. But she knows me better than I know myself. She said I was her baby no matter my age, and losing me would destroy her. I never thought about it like that.

Now I understand her worries. She'd seen me at my absolute worst, drowning myself in whatever would numb me. I understand now.

it's been nine years now. Nine years since you left me. I try not to use that term. LEFT ME. If you think about it, we never broke up. You didn't say we should see other people. You said you needed a break. Whatever that meant.

I never stopped thinking about the fates bringing us together and separating us. It seems whatever I touch turns to ashes, including you. You're not ashes yet, I hope.

  Anyways, moving on.

Yesterday, I found my mother snooping through the journals I told her were private. I didn't want anyone to know what I wrote. That was my wish. Celestials have their ways with wishes. It's respected. Given they worship the stars.

My aunt insisted I join a pottery class. She said it would take my mind away from life and, well, you. But, you're my life, Damon.

She's the aunt who often tries to persuade my mother to send me to The Dark Universe for battle. I said no. I wouldn't fight against the Dark Universe. Not even my mother had a death wish to betray and make an enemy of the Dark Universe, no matter how powerful she was. Her powers unmatched his.

Somehow, my aunt is averse to The Organisation. She's always hated my father. Often trying to get my mother to leave him. Says the woman whose husband cheats on her every day and has many bastard children.

I still think she's so jealous my mother found a love that respects and adores her, so she mocks us. Mocks the loyalty to the S'Phérę and Dark Universe.

Of course, it stems from the fact my mother defected from Destroyer's Teeth.

SIGH

Enough about that traitorous bitch.

Wherever you may find yourself, I pray happiness finds you. It has to be better than how I'm doing. I wish to warn you to stay clear of Destroyer's teeth. I pissed off my aunt.

She's investigating how to make me suffer. That's if she can be creative enough. And, by the way, the pottery class my aunt suggested was thrilling. Fantastic is the best way to put it.  I made a vase; those types with the flowery design.

Oh, Damon. You should have been there to see it.

Magnificent. Wonderful.

I placed your favorite flowers inside.

Well, it was vervain, but you get my point.

  Hello again,

It has been a week since my last entry. You can tell I'm coming down from a low. I signed up for swimming, and I did not drown. On the bright side. I made a new friend.

Her name is Bliss Cortese.

What a unique name. She's also a demon. Well, not that I am surprised. The Organisations are very diverse in who works for them and who they hunt. She didn't know who I was because of a cute little pearl necklace I wore. Most demons hate Grimms, and we hate demons. We're mortal enemies.

I told her my name was Elliot Jamesen, a human having a middle crisis. For hours, Bliss and I talked and talked. She loved slow RnB like me. She listens to souls. She and I had much more in common than I thought.

In the following weeks, we attended pottery classes together.

She even took me to the beach, saying it would be fun to put my lessons to use. We visited museums and she talked about wanting to explore art like her father, but she didn't talk about him. She only said that he was away and she was visiting family in town.

I, of course, felt guilty for pretending about who I was. I had to. Somehow I wasn't averse to her, repulsed by her. Not that I would recoil. It's a matter of snarling and saying words that lead to one thing. It's not so nice.

So I told her my mother travels a lot- Not a lie. I also said I was an only child. Okay, I lied there. My siblings would hiss at her first and retaliate. So, no, thank you. She's the first demon that I haven't called a scum and a vermin while threatening to kill them. The next few weeks were fun. That was until she came knocking at my door at six am begging for my help.

I told her to enter and offered to take her to the police. When I reached for my phone, she grabbed my butter knife from my table, snarling at me. She knew who I was.

She said my pearl necklace was useless because she had been tracking me for a long time. She knew where I would be and said she needed my help. I was the only one who could help her.

She used me.

She wasn't my friend.

While the idea of a hunt was thrilling again, the thought that she wasn't my friend hurt. Now I wanted to snarl and cuss at her, but I couldn't.

For weeks, we worked together to find her sister and for weeks she tried to apologize. I told her I forgave her, and I did. I understood where she was coming from. I would have done the same for my siblings. Unfortunately.

When we finally found her sister. It turned out she worked for Destroyer's teeth. She defected.

Bliss begged me not to say anything. I said I would help her, but when I learned this was a mission to take out Dark Creator. I had to stop them, even if it meant betraying Bliss. I told her I had to tell Dark Creator and if she tried to stop me, I would go through her and everyone who stood in my way.

Thereafter, she attempted to join her foolish sister.

I left to inform Dark Creator, so Bliss came with me. When we arrived at The Organisation, Grimms who weren't familiar with her snarled. She snarled right back. We found Dark Creator and told him everything.

He said he had to inform his uncle.

An hour later, Dark Creator said his uncle was going to end Destroyer's Teeth finally. Bliss and I rushed there, but once we found Bliss' sister. Destroyer's Teeth used her as a sacrifice.

Nothing made sense. Next thing Bliss and I knew, mighty Dragonfire engulfed our surroundings. In an instant, Bliss took me and teleported us out before we became fried chicken.

The Organisation excommunicated anyone who worked or defected to Destroyer's Teeth. My aunt was now on the run along with her bastard husband and their betraying vermin they call children.

  The Organisation asked for my return. I said no. I wanted to try something new for a while. I wanted to find out the truth. I told my parents I would be traveling the world, trying to live my dreams, and they believed me. Not Dark Creator. I don't think my parents did either.

And Bliss, well, she joined Satan's kingdom and now works as his number one henchman. She's doing well for herself. That is a good thing.

On occasion, when she would visit, we hunted together. it brought back old fun memories. We kicked ass together.

Merry Christmas, Damon.

I received the gift you sent. No return address. Smart of you to take care of the delivery boy before I could bribe him into giving me answers.

Well, happy New Year, Damon.

I do miss you. I hope that one day, we'll see each other again.

Until then!

LOVE,
MICAH UNDERWOOD.

P.S. YOU ARE A GENIUS.