Exu Letter

From SentryOutpost

Dearest Jorma Anwell Gustev,

For the last forty-six years I've watched and waited, hidden from your view. I've bided my time until that moment came when you threw away what you stole from me, but still lusted after what I stole from you. For nearly half a century I've known that my life would come to this work, and I've embraced it. Your greed has provided an occultation for my plots! My time is now.

I've seen your dreams, the ones where you long for the relics you did not take with you from Yian-ho! I have taken these relics from your dreams and put them beyond your grasp. I have deciphered the mysteries of the Buch von Versteckt, used it to open the gate with the silver key, and poured through the secrets of the Temple of Yian-Ho that you've lusted centuries to find again.

If I wanted to, I could supplant you and no one would be the wiser, because I still posses the face you stole from me. You? You have been falsely comforted by a rock in your stomach. But I am not you, as certainly as you are not me, even though our murderous intents certainly mirror each others. All your plans, I will unravel. All your goals, I will now thwart. All your bargains, I will now undo.

You will thrash in despair, you will gnash your teeth in furstration, you will claw at the dirt of the grave I have dug for you, and you will look on your failed words and weep. Your reign is at an end, father. The son you thought you killed has returned for vengeance, and I know more of your secrets than you fear I might.

In joyous patricide, I remain still Anwell Barierascu