Chaos is raining.

I know I have been gone a long time. I went away to recover my mind. We moved Yuber somewhere safe. He sleeps still and I fear, will continue to do so for the foreseeable future. When he sleeps, all is safe and still; so still. Yet, it is too quiet. There's a expectant air, as if the air itself is waiting to pounce on us all. This oppressiveness nearly sent me back to my tomb on Sugar Devil Island. Oh, how it's cold black marble called to me.

However, I went back to England. Hunted unseen in clubs, parks and in ever awake London. There is a new Prime Minister, widely considered a bumbling fool it seems. The weather in England was at once sunny & black, with some of the most extensive flooding in the the countries history. The English blame "Global Warming" but in reality (fragile as it is) there is a silent war being fought between Chaos and Order. Even as he sleeps, Yuber battles to maintain the balance of things. The weather is just the beginning, beware my darlings. There is more to come, I feel it.

I do tire of moving around so but I must. When I am with him changes occur to my being, barely noticeable at their onset now, so much stronger. He is with me, sharing his gifts and letting me taste his destiny; as if it is to become my own. Every flash flood, storm or bomb that happens - is Chaos correcting the balance of all things. I see it in every blink of my eye, we are merging slowly. It is to be, that the burden of humanity rests not only with the Scion but increasingly with me.
How am I to protect something I revile? People are cattle to me, toys and nothing more. I crave him, what I had with him. Yet, if he awakes. The forces that seek to end all things will set in motion a chain of events so dire, that there will be nothing. Simply an end.