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Ok so here's how I got the nickname mistress Kevil....I used to be a dominatrix so hence the mistress. The Kevil part comes from a joke my best friends started about me being the ruler of Kell with the address 665 right next door to hell. The letters in my name come to 665, so close to the number that marks one of the beast chosen.



God, the Devil, Jesus, and myself play cards for souls every year, but we cheat yes even God has a since of humor or else he wouldn't have let the Devil have so much reign now would he?



Jesus gets punked everytime we play becasue God just like to hear him say,"fater why hast thou forshaken me?" Everyone has a good laugh, then it's off to our daily business of who get to rule mankind when armagedon comes.



Kell is a place where those chosen by me can live out thier after life doing what ever they see fit to do, but mind you don't cross The Kevil for my wrath is worse than Gods'.

One blissfull night I saw him sitting there, hands upon his face staring into midair. I wondered as to what you were thinking of. Maybe trivialities of the human species, or the modern technological gadgets that have now mesmerize and entrapped the world as if a spell had been cast over the whole of mankind.



I wanted to ask you but hesitated, but then something happened. He looked at me with a knowing face a smile upon his lips. I took a deep breath as you watched me, and said hello trying not to let you hear the fear in my voice

He stood up from your chair grabbed my hand, and told me "don't fear me". "I know who you are and what you desire of me."



With that a chill ran down my spine, as if from so unforseen force had touched me. Now feeling quite dizzy from this experience, my mind whirled as if I was on an amuzement ride. He laughed at me, come sit down he beckoned. I did as I was told, never thinking this day could be my last. My own unduing because of myself.



You search for the answer to what you are, and why you have come to find me here. "Well for one question answered you'll pay a price, and there will be no going back to who you once were." After a long silience he spoke again. "Are you ready my little darling," he said to me. "Yes," I answered with out anymore hesitation. At long last I will know the answer to the many question that have plaged my life since age thirteen.



He bid me come, and walk with him. The destination unknown to me, but I followed anyway.We started out,"we shall take my car" he said to me. I looked upon the horizon trying my best not to stare. Mindfull of not asking too much too soon I started to engage in conversation,"where are we going?" "Just wait," he answered."We are headed to a place that may jog some of your hidden memories. Hidden memories, I thought to myself. What does he mean?



As we drove along he pulled the car to the edge of a forest. Turning the car off he looked at me as if to say something, but no words came out. Now getting out of the car he walked over to my side of the car and open the door."Are you sure you are ready?" "I know you are but I want to make sure, this will be your last chance to leave and never remember this day."

Once again the familes are being joined again for the battle of who will rule the clans and lead them to victory.Well this is my story.



I belong to a family that has ruled eons they're are called the Bloodson's. We have started finding each other at first by two's and now by more than I can keep up with.



My task is as a teacher, a healer, and as a wife who is betrothe. My husband to be is always at my side but this life time I do not have him.My children I have found, or they have found me. My students come to me they live with me at times.



We are gathering together because we know something big is about to happen. The worlds and dementions are all starting to collide into one. The spirits seem more restless than normal more of them seeking out channelers, and mediums to give the word of things to come.



I can feel it, that something of a large scale is going on. When we don't know but we all feel the urgency to train both our minds and our bodies to be ready for whatever is to come.



Alas the dream comes again. It always starts off the same, I'm riding horse back into a field of withered corpses hung and metal and wooden spikes stuck into the ground. The earth is charred like something had burned it to the very rock beneath several layers of soil. No life except me and those who ride along with me.



This is a journey we know we must take, although we are being hunted by creatures who seek our blood to destroy what is left of mankind. Those who survived the catostophic demise of of most of human kind now live beneath the surface in a sheltered world of caverns and caves fortified by those who forsaw the end coming.



My task is that of a protector, so that mankind can have a chance again. I always question this to myself do they really deserve to live? For it was their kind that destroyed the lands, and gave birth to what now hunts them. I shake this off quiet quickly because with out them I could not live.