What a glorious evening this has been! It began in the Elysium, where myself and Mr. Spire walked in, fully armed, to witness the Keeper of the Elysium, Madam Paisley, destroying what many people would call “art”. These paintings of Elvis “The King” Presley had been hung earlier in the evening, and she felt the need to remove them from her walls, destroying them in the process. Later, I found myself again in the Elysium, cloaked by Sgt Major Vital, only to receive news regarding the Primogen meeting. Upon exiting the Elysium, I was disrespected by a trio of unacknowledged Ventrue, who felt the need to instruct me, a deputy for fuck’s sake, on the laws of the Elysium. After they found out who I was and that I could, if I so wished, remove them from this city, this Earth and this plane of fucking existence, they fell back into the safety of Elysium, dragging their tails behind them. Fucking cowards.
Primogen meeting went fairly uneventfully, except that Spire found out that it was apparently Icarus who felt the need to remove the front third or so of his car. That one ain’t gonna be pretty when Spire find him. After the meeting, we went back to Elysium, and proudly welcomed our newest member into the clan, Sgt Major Lukav Vital, formerly of Clan Nosferatu. I can still remember the look on Helen Troy’s face when she heard. Looked like someone pissed in her Cheerios. After that, myself, Mr. Spire and Sgt Major Vital accompanied Dr. Orrano, acting prince and current Seneschal, on a stealth mission to ensure that Archon Bishop made it safely off his plane. Under a mental cloak, and with the doctor in a mist form, we made our way into the jetway, and followed the Archon into the terminal. There he met with several of his clanmates, the Brujah, and, of course, they were attacked. While the Brujah absorbed bullets and feigned injuries, the rest of us took up positions that were safe to reappear at, and proceded to quickly shoot these attackers into torpor. Stupid Sabbat, always thinkin’ they’re the smart ones. Heh. We ambushed the ambushers, no one is as clever as a snake. So we take the bodies back to Elysium, no sense in leaving evidence of our kind sitting on the floor, right? After that, myself and Spire took Vital into the temple to begin training him in the ways of the Serpent God of Darkness, Great Set.

Anthony Francis Luchesio
Follower of Set
Acknowledged, Trustworthy

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Last I remembered, I saw that crazy Russian, Vlad, torturing me until I apparently died. Now I’m in a room with Reverend Eddie, whom I know is dead, Edmond Dauntes, who I watched the Don Johnsons kill, Baron Von Carstein, who claims to have been killed by Nicholas Wolfwood, and Vernon Peabody, who is still alive. We were brought back, apparently, by a Lord Koffin, who claims to be a “Samedi”. Never heard of them myself. Apparantly he’s been hangin’ people or having someone hang people as part of a sacrifice, and he burned the deed to the Sanctuary, which somehow killed a ghost of Alessandra Chatfield. He said this was some kind of ritual, and boy, it pissed something off! The skies turned red, these huge ropes grew out of the ground, and everything else kind of disappeared. He, Koffin that is, gathered all the kindred in an area, many familiar faces there, including some that I remember standing around while that Russian bastard killed me. He, again, Koffin, claimed to have fulfilled a prophecy, probably has something to do with that slideshow at the Toreador Ball, with the guy with all the watches and shit. He says we can live in peace and harmony and shit. Some guys tried to give him some shit, but we dead folks dealt with them. Still, its good to be back, seeing all these smiling, idiotic, confused as fuck faces. I missed ‘em.

Douglas St. John, not so recently deceased.