The line between gods and monsters is a shifting illusion created by one’s own mind.
Buckle up, twats, I’m back!
Unfathomable forces surrounded us, they surround you still. Don't worry about the great creators of the universe, because they're not worried about you. The circle spins whether you're on the ride or not.
Wolf or Evol, I, Emma Jane Alexander, longed for something real and worth protecting, somewhere I could just be myself with Lucas and our family. Retreat. Home. But, there was a skinless man in my dreams, a Veamon infestation, and that dick-swinging Bullfol.
Someone was up to no good.
As a slayer of assholes, the dildo of consequences rarely arrives lubed; it was musical mayhem time. Again.
Oh, and allow me introduce you to my son, Elijah, Sentinel ...
