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Journal Entry #12
Living in the Terran Accord isn’t really as bad as some people like to claim it is. Really I can’t understand why people online seem to think that working to make a living is some horrible thing.
Honestly sometimes I think that this war with the Weeds is causing people to get such weird ideas into their head. How can people talk as if capitalism is some great demon trying to ensnare your soul. Sure some things can be expensive, but who really needs to be living in luxury all the time?
You have to earn things, not just have them handed to you on a silver platter. Strife is what builds your character and allows you to bolster your faith. Take me for example, I had to work hard to get where I am now, Assistant to Father Davidson. It has taken me many years to be able to reach this point in life.
Years of studying and learning the word of God, as well as everything required to help run our small farming colony. Trials and tests put before me by our Lord made to reinforce my faith in Him. Even something as small as looking in the mirror is a test He has made for us, we are made in his image and as such we must understand that He chose this form for us.
The Devil whispering thoughts into my ear about this form being wrong can sometimes feel as if they are drowning out everything else. The silent yet horribly loud shouting in my mind that what I am seeing is not who I am meant to be. But it is in those moments that I must draw upon my faith and reject the Devil in my mind.
This war we have with the Weeds is just the Devil's newest plot to send our souls into damnation. Even out here in our remote farming colony I hear whispers at work about the propaganda that the Weeds are putting out. It saddens me to hear that not everyone who has seen it doesn’t see it for what it really is. A glimpse at a society of hedonists and Sin made to tempt and corrupt those weak in spirit.
It gives me such an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach with every image I see of abilities the Weeds have. Images of the transformations that people have undergone that seem impossible caused a huge stir in the colony, large enough Father Davidson held a sermon where he told us that yes everything the Weeds have claimed they are able to do is true. After all through God all things are possible and the Devil was once one of God's favorites before His fall.
In that same sermon Father Davidson told us that we should not feel despair for those who have fallen to such temptations, that such people clearly had no love for God in their hearts. Truly how can these people be swayed by such clear demonic temptation. It’s obvious to me that these Weeds are a test put forth to us by God to stand firm against. Every planet and system that falls to them simply means that they do not have faith and as such God will give them exactly what they want.
A few years of sinful indulgence before they meet their end and realize that what their flesh craved pales in comparison to the eternal love of God. But they will not know His love for they have forsaken him and as such will spend their eternity bathing in the fires of Hell to repent.
I’m just worrying that the war will cause people to lose their faith as the Weeds grow closer to our colony. According to reports that Father Davidson has gotten recently the Weeds seem to be making their way on a straight path to us. It seems the Devil knows that he must strike at God's most faithful.
I can only hope that our faith is able to repel these Demonic Agents.
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With a large sigh I set my pen down upon my desk, before closing my leather journal. Tensed muscles strain against me as I raise myself from the hunched over position I often take when writing. Sadly I don’t get any time to stretch out before there’s frantic pounding against my door.
“If the Thompson twins have managed to break something again…” I mutter while I make my way to the door to my office. The frantic knocking doesn’t end until I begin opening my door to the sight of Father Davidson's new secretary, whose name I hadn’t had the chance to learn yet. Her black hair clinging to her sweat soaked head, her face flushed as if the Devil himself was chasing her down. The question of what’s going on isn’t able to escape my mouth before she begins talking.
“The Weeds just landed and barged their way into Father Davidson’s office!” she practically shouts as I get the door all the way open. Any thoughts I had of the headache the Thompson twins cause me vanish, leaving me with no real response as my mouth gapes open. Before I can even begin to collect my thoughts a vine lashes out from down the hall into her neck, her eyes rolling up as she collapses into an embrace of dark vines that glisten with red sap.
Oh the Devil was chasing her. That’s the last thought that goes through my head before a vine darts out of the darkness and then the lightest pinch on my neck. Immediately my legs give out from underneath me while my vision begins to darken.
“Rest well Petal, you’re safe now.” A melodic voice whispers to me, wrapping me in its dulcet tones as the last bits of my awareness fade away.