I, hypocrite.

I know I've said before that I'm not really one for labels and titles, but one cannot express the sort of conflict I feel with abstract descriptions of behavior, so I'll just say it outright-

It's hard to be comfortable with yourself when you're a Hybristophile Feminist who knows the s**t she's getting into, and just doesn't give a damn (and yet I'm always screaming at the poor victims of horror movies to act a little smarter...)
I may as well be the embodiment of hypocrisy.

On another note...

Dementia's GONE.

as in, poof.

vanished.

I have raked (good lord that was a poor choice of verb) up every inch of my brain and come up empty-

HEY. I'm still here!

... sorry, Minerva.

and while K reports that Dementia had dropped in for a while (possibly to terrorize Satan... though whether it be in violence or just nagging him to f**k her, I'm left in the dark about) but then she skipped out of that body too.

Oh, and Lucius' last name.
It's D'Angelo.

is my life turning into some sort of cheep Horror/romance novel?

Uh Oh

Satan's old buddy. remember him? the one who killed him?

Turns out he just transferred to my school.

And he's in one of K's classes!

To add insult to injury, it appears that he's started to hit on K (Who, if any of you need a refresher, Satan is currently inhabiting.)

If things turn out the way I foresee, I may need to become a meat shield within the next few weeks. Because once he finds out his old friend isn't technically dead, he may decide he wants to finish the job.

And I'm really attached to K.

WhatdoIdoWhatDoIDOWHATDOITDO

HELP

GET CONTROL OF YOURSELF!

I second that! You're worse than me!

 ...That really is bad.

ButstillwhatdoIdoIdon'tknowwhattodo!!!!!

SHUT UP AND GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF.

calm down and rethink your priorities- like, for example, this--

was it really wise to get attached to someone with MPD which just happened to actually be her being possessed by a bunch or people who were already DEAD? 

No... 

Case closed. You must get over your infatuation and see the bigger picture.

But I... I can't...

What sort of logic is preventing you from cutting ties with this woman?

Minerva, You're not Spock. I'm not Spock. This isn't just logic- this is emotion, something I've been trying and failing to suppress in favor of logic and just gave up on ever succeeding. And now I have a reason to hold onto those emotions... but it might be taken away from me in one fell swoop.

I... can't do this. I'm sorry guys, but this is everything for today.
I'll post the fragment of my story tomorrow. I Promise.

Mirror Mirror

I'm hoping to keep this brief, even though it won't be. Probably.

Don't even bother, Mother. We're not going anywhere fast.

Shut up Minerva. I'm trying, alright? Trying.

Lucius is... unusually nice. To me, at least. everyone else is getting the butt end of his jackassery. I wonder if the affection stems from something more than just my similarity to his late girlfriend... He has often referred to me as 'adorable' and 'cute', especially during my moments of joking around.

I'm a surprisingly effective comedian, if I can get a serial killer to laugh at my black humor.

Of course, my guard has not been lowered. I still operate under the understanding that once I am no longer a source of amusement, he will dispose of me as a child disposes of a broken toy. Except, in a much more violent fashion- namely, killing me. Therefore, I must keep myself amusing for him, which honestly shouldn't be a problem. My wit and sarcasm have gotten me into trouble before- now they may possibly provide a means of preserving my life.

I haven't mentioned my hunt for Lucius' cohort in a while, mostly because there's nothing to report. He seems to have gone underground- there have been next to no new reports of missing girls falling into the late teens category in the ******* area, which probably means either that A) they have yet to be reported to the police, or B) the killings have stopped. permanently.

I really hope it's B. As fascinating as this hunt is, I really don't want to become a victim of my own curiosity.

You already are one, Mother.

Do shut up, Minerva. I'm not in the mood for your sarcasm.

K has informed me of a few changes in our interpretation of Lucius' past. notably, his reason for killing his first girlfriend- it wasn't because she was pregnant that she was leaving him, it was that fact that she found out he was murdering people behind her back.

Seems to me that Lucius had always had a penchant for killing. Also, he insists that killing her was unintentional- he simply freaked out. He didn't want to be alone- and her leaving him would have left him very much alone.
So the crying... was supposedly genuine.

I honestly cannot believe a word that comes out of this man's mouth. He's attempting a Bundy Gambit- generate sympathy, then strike when the walls are down.
I've seen this happen to too many victims for it to affect me.

You're lying, mom. It's definitely affecting you. You're falling for him!

You're the one falling for him, Dementia. not me. whatever affection I hold for him is simply your twisted feelings bleeding over into my own psyche. Nothing more.

I've recently found a Fear Blog that has several excellent theories. You will need to read the entire thing starting from the beginning in order to actually understand what is going on though- Here's the address to the first page. Good luck surviving the first few information dumps, but otherwise, it's an engaging and rather delightful story.

Results

Turns out I didn't even need to perform the experiment with S. All I had to do was ask.

Funny the way things turn out when you just ask, isn't it?

Shut up, Dementia.

Ghosts DO need to inhabit a subject that is emitting an EMF field. inanimate objects (other than electronics, of course) do not qualify for inhabitable bodies. as it is, I wonder what would happen if a Ghost attempted to possess an inanimate object... a doll, perhaps?
we've heard of haunted dolls. Malevolent Ghosts like these forms. but how do they possess a doll? is it just force of will? or is something else involved?

I mentioned earlier that there must be Demons. are these the Ghosts of Murderers, Serial Killers, Rapists, and other foul folk who just didn't want to stop even though they were dead? they take malevolence in the afterlife to the extreme. and from what I've observed of Satan, they don't seem to follow the rules I've laid out for Souls.

1) Satan didn't need to go through S's filter in order to find a new home in K. he just smashed right through and took over.
therefore, Demons seem to possess a greater amount of willpower than average Souls. Can being evil really make one that strong?
of course, evil is being used here as a relative term. really there is no such thing as good and evil- only those who follow a set standard of morals and those who don't. that doesn't make them evil, it makes them chaotic, uncontrolled, non-conforming to the whims of society and the expectations it has placed on their shoulders. they're, for all intents and purposes, rebels, even if they don't mean to be.
okay, self serving rebels would be more accurate, but you get the picture.

next...

2) Satan comes and goes as he pleases. while the other Souls who inhabit K only seem to surface whenever she's asleep or when she lets them, he can control her for an entire day, just on a whim. it doesn't matter what K wants, it doesn't matter what S wants, if Satan wants to dick around with her body and wreak havoc, he'll do it.

oh, and it seems he's taken a liking to me, because I remind him of his first girlfriend.

He doesn't like me though. weird. I certainly like him though... YUM.

Oh God, Dementia. Don't show me that!


Er...

Where was I... oh yes, on to my third observation.

3) Satan seems to retain all of his memories. in addition to this, he also doesn't seem to be bound permanently to K's psyche. while I haven't witnessed this myself, he often implies that he could quite easily leave her and just inhabit me instead.

Which would be quite... unusual.

Let him do it. please?

NO. I refuse to indulge in your sick fantasies, Dementia. now go away.

for those of you who are wondering, Dementia is actually... well, a sort of seed in my head that sprouted and took root. she was never actually a Soul.

Thank you for your consideration, Pandora. truly, I'm warmed by your appreciation of just what your genius has created. 

... 

... I wish I had my body back...

Oh do shut up. Pandora's trying to stay on topic here!

guys...

Oh, green's Minerva. yet another one, I know.

I just hope Belinda doesn't decide to take a little more control. That would be disastrous.

It's Just ME now...

Ah yes, since dearest Pandora is currently asleep due to overexertion and Minerva is trying to keep quiet, I guess I have this post all to myself. What FUN!

Pandora doesn't like going too in depth on my infatuation with Lucius. Pity, considering there's more to it than just a psychopath high on hormones. 

Lucius... what a sweet thing! But oh so cruel, too... what does he see in Pandora, that just isn't in me? She blushes at the vaguest hint that he's interested in her, she's not at all afraid to mouth off at him (honestly, it's like a sheep turning around and biting the wolf's tail- and he lets her!), and worst of all, she has absolutely no interest in killing anyone with him! How silly! How absurd! How pathetic!

I'd fulfill all of his fantasies. I'd let him use me... and abuse me...

but it seems all he really wants to do is confuse me. which makes me sad. I mean, I present him with a perfectly good opportunity to let off some pent up sexual energy, and he rejects me in favor of spending time with a prude. 

But I can't help but love it... He's teasing me, and he knows it. Which will make release that much sweeter... 
Lucius... Oh god, every time I think of him, it's always a scene. and it's never innocent either, if you catch my drift... Ropes, gags, whips and chains...
He reminds me of Jeff. I hated Jeff, after a fashion. but he also, in an odd way, reminds me of Jack...

...

...I miss Jack... 

He was one of the few people who actually cared about me, about the woman behind the face and not the face itself. 

but Lucius cares about Pandora. and it's making me jealous.

what to do, what to do...
 

Fighting for power

Well hello. 
Oh, I'm sorry. Were you expecting someone? 
I'll get her here right away. 
Gee, thanks Dementia.
hello. I'm back. sorry to keep you all waiting. I have school, you know. College life is the fast life- or slow, if all you do is study. which I personally don't, though I devote a great deal more time to it than my roommate. Who is currently out getting drunk, high, f**ked, you name it.
*sigh*
at least I have K. She's almost everything to me. Especially since the relationship between me and my parents is... not so good.
You're understating things.
F**k off Dementia. I don't need you critiquing the way I live my life. 
anyway... 
Satan. 
Well, I have no problem divulging his real (first) name. and showing you all just how punny my nickname for him is. 
Lucius. 
as in, Lucifer. 
I'm no Christian, but I know the name of the Devil. 
To clarify things, Lucius (his real name) is a derivative from Lucifer. 
His parents mustn't have been in a good mood when they named him. 
Lucius grew up in a... not so happy home. His biological father left when he was too young to remember, and his stepfather was an abusive son of a s**t. 
And I don't just mean beating. 
According to S, Lucius was brutally raped when he was a kid. which is why he decided to take a knife to his dad and kill him. 
when he was seven. 
he then set up the scene to appear as though it was a brutal robbery. it worked; he was never charged for the crime. 
later on, when he was in high school, he had a brief dalliance with a girl. she ended up pregnant, and told him she was leaving him because of it. 
so he killed her. right there and then. by stabbing her in the stomach. 
he made it look like a suicide before breaking down into tears over her. which must have convinced his mother, who walked in on the scene. 
he was never charged for that crime, either. 
and you know what scares me?
His girlfriend was a redhead. like me. 
Later on, he would become friends with two other boys. 
that's when the raping started. 
he would befriend a girl at school. he would invite them over to his house when he had gained their trust. 
he would then have them kidnapped by his two cohorts. he would do all sorts of things so that she would not be able to realize their identities- they wore masks and never talked. she was also blindfolded. 
then Lucius would come in, and rape her. he never talked, and he never showed his face. 
after a while, he would come and 'rescue' her. which not only got her home, and got her to shut up, but increased her trust for him. 
after several recurring incidents like this, she would figure it out. she would put two and two together. 
and then he would kill her. after all...
nobody likes tripping over loose ends.
Thank you for putting it so eloquently, Dementia. 
by the way, her real name is
Don't you fucking dare!
Persephone. 
I swear, if we didn't share a body...
Oh hush. It's not like you'd kill me anyway. you're too much of a wimp. 
You're talking to a serial killer here.
Only in fiction. here you're just a big talker. now shut up so I can get back to enlightening all who read this. 
anyway, as Lucius did his utmost to befriend, exploit, and murder his victims without getting caught, this lands him firmly in the Mask category. he even immediately killed a girl who heard his voice when he was in the middle of raping her. you can't exactly get more cautious than that. Dead Women Don't Talk and all that.
Soon enough, the second partner started blackmailing the other two. so Lucius and his first partner went ahead and shut him up for good. which would be nice and all except that soon after, Lucius decided to go after the first partner's ex girlfriend. who he still loved. 
so of course his buddy turned around and knifed him in the heart. 
No word on the body from the cops. the news is being all hushed up too, which can mean one of two things- either his partner is just as good as Lucius is at covering his tracks, or for some reason the reporters, the feds, the cops, you name them, are all keeping it classified. 
Oh, and some idiot decided it would be funny to paint an Operator symbol on the outside of the dormitories. the idiot got arrested after his face was caught on camera and he was expelled, but the Symbol is still there. 
and it's right under my dorm. 
might as well just paint a big red target on my back and run around campus screaming "Come and get me Slender F**ker!". 
Hmmm... I wonder what results that experiment would yield. 
Oh, by the way-
The Fourth Wall Shall Not Protect You.