Author: Aarman Fidel

There was once a naive child with gifts he didn't understand that believed he could use them to make Arcadia a better place. That he could dispel the darkness with a little emotion, that he could nullify the vile and

Aarman looks up at the chains, slowly stroking one hand over the chains with that same shit eating grin plastered upon his face. It's funny the lengths one will go to get what they desire. The pain, the suffering, the indignity

Even before the gods graced us with their presence, when the first walls of Arcadia were crafted by the cruel and deviant monsters known as the Elders, the very few who found misfortunate living under their tyranny searched for some

Every predator, no matter what their method of destruction, no matter who they feed off or how many bodies lie in their wake remember that single white whale that was just out of your reach and that defining moment when

We slowly fade into the Red Light District, which over the past few weeks has had a bloody swathe cut right through it yet seeing the large crowd surround the soon to be reopened Eden, you'd think nothing of the

We fade into the interior of Eden. It looks slightly better then it did a few weeks prior, the corpses of Fidel's men having been transported to the Mortuary and most of the blood and gore has been cleaned yet

Well we're moving up to that deluxe apartment in the sky, we finally got a piece of that pie It's a desire everyone in Arcadia shares, and every single favor revolves around it. Whether it's money, power, control, we're all clambering

The balance of Karma is a fickle mistress sometimes. I've never feared retribution for the evil I commit, never cast a second thought to vengeance brought down upon me because I considered them little more then fuel for the fire.

We fade into the interior of Eden, usually lush and vibrant, now the stench and decay of death poisons it's very nature. Bodies litter the floor of the victims of Nergal as not a soul is seen, aside from the

Every child in Arcadia is taught a simple rule when they are young, how to wish upon a star and the risks of who may hear your plea. What God upon high would give them what they truly desired? Not Zeus