And I can't even see the ending of the show.

...for there's a traitor in our midst.

There is a certain limit for beings such as I when it comes to giving, and gaining, trust. When I am your friend, I trust you as a friend.

And because I trusted you as a friend, I also trusted you that as a friend, you will not hurt me, for I will not do anything to hurt you in whatsoever way - unless the need arises.

But that is not the case. Everytime. In every incident.

This friend, did not only took advantage of my generosity, she'd climbed on my head to reach a higher place to get Power. Fame. Status. Recognition.

And in the process, left me broken. Cast away like a broken doll after being used.

The worst thing (and the one that truly infuriates me the most) was, this being will come back to the ground for you - and dance on your grave, above your broken bode, in innocent glee.

But as I've said before...thy soul, is much more resilient than your average mortal life. You may break its spirit once and again, but you CANNOT break its soul. The soul...of good and evil.

For a trickster god, we are the the doer of good and doer of evil, and sometimes, we commit good for a greater evil to play, or otherwise commit evil for the greater good to triumph.

However, because the good counterpart has been...mislaid, the evil counterpart now demands retribution, and a sacrifice of blood in order to be appeased. One way, or the other.

And near kins of thee can testify to Loki's wrath when yours truly does get so mad.

Including thy traitor. My good Iscariot.

Treacherous traitor notwithstanding, there's a war coming.

And my enemy has now become the enemy of my enemy. And thus, like the saying goes, "An enemy of my enemy is my friend."

However, after witnessing the failures of several of my human experiments for JUST this year, I decided not to put too much trust in this new friend of an enemy. Just as I've learn the truly bitter lesson that ALL humans cannot be trusted with, no matter how good or how close are they to you as can be.

BUT it is fun, pulling the right strings and moving the right pawns...to initiate the next round of Ragnarok - and on a larger scale, even. It is only a matter of time before the first blood-letting cry rings out, and I shall watch, from afar...

...pushing the right buttons, charting the right paths, and of course, going on my most favorite trip of all - killing spree, in the end, eventually. But not yet.

For now, the changed beast is coming. This pseudo-Garm, in collaboration with a wrathful Trickster God? Hel is on its way.

And no Jesus, nor Judas, or hell, All-Father, will save those who stand in MY way. I have suffered for too long. Let the Wheel of Retribution spin, and I shall watch how the so-called Great Tyrant and all her Bitches (truly, they're all female dogs, including that traitor o'mine) fall and burn and truly rot in the last level of Hell.

...Just you wait, mortals.

-Lammy-Loki-