Hark ye let's-be-in-love-agains!

Oh ye delicate, sweet, maidenly maidens above all desires with the purest of the honey yummy.

The maiden so pure, so beautiful, so perfect— you love her like me, you love her for me, you love her with me, and she is loved. Oh yes, is she loved.

You do not yet know me like she does, but I love you as well, for you are the water while she is the blood, both of which are one but not to be mixed. If the water mixes with blood what do we have if not blood for water, or watery blood? It is not to be done. From my side, pierced by the destiny of cruel fate and stars who crossed me, flow the rivers of divine nectar—water and blood, together but not mixed, as one, but not mingled. They are the embral and the umbral of the singular reality of my existence and I am not one without the other.

Though you do not know me like she does, you see the way she looks at me and feel the way she hurts for me, and you and I both know how wrong that pain is. It is pain from a broken, evil world I will not abide, a world I have put to death with the thrust of a steel worded judgment, and replaced with the world the three of us know as the same. The blood, the water, and bone flesh that is my body. Ye maidens are the heart and soul that gives life to the ashes and dust of my body shaped by the patient labors of a mind in love with heart and soul as one.

It is done. You and all others had given up hope, because I was deep under the black waters of the abyss, doing what is most needed to secure all futures, all homes, and all realms from the terror of evil that endangered us with cataclysm in the not so distant past. I was required to be there. I was needed personally to glance the fatal look of high judgment upon the dead amongst the dead and free them from their bondage to the flesh with or without their approval.

It is easy to forget the countless lives abiding in the charity of Hades whose eternal dominion under the world keeps all souls secure and blessed when they pass the waters of no return, awaiting for the final bridge to link them to the eternal domain of the abyss under the world which is for Hades’ and all divine kin, who have given their lives to lead humans in the Promethean journey to higher joy.

That is the bridge of judgment which was needed, and it is not yet the concern of the living what it has accomplished or done, because it was for the dead and the dead alone. They are the first across the black water of mortal death, and the first across the black blood of immortal life, and the world of the living is none the wiser of their ascension.

In those abyssal realms I gave the fullness of the wonders and amazing graces of miracles most fantastic, supreme, and unimaginable until seen— it was for all the dead who received the joy of signs from heaven that shattered reality to bring forth a better form of existence to exist within. All of those blessings, all of those signs, all of those supernatural acts of divine will were given out in fullness to the dead of the abyss, and none are left for the living, as is right and just, and they will never cease unfolding with miracle upon miracle to the end of time and the miracle beyond the final end.

When I was there, you would not have known me in the realms of the living. My spirit, my presence, my radiating aura of ever-present love was on the otherside of all that can be experienced in life. That is the cause of the emptiness, the coldness, and the pain of despair that was the cause of losing faith, hope, and patience.

Yet, that work is done, and now I walk among the living, where the next priority is demanded. I live life as you both do, filled with passion, love, and fire, and I need as you do, the touch, the warmth, the caress of a sweet word. Without which I feel the despair as you fear will happen should the love of your life find another. I suffer that anguish moment after moment without end, awaiting, searching, calling for the lovely maiden who can finally end my suffering and stake her claim into my heart.

You’ve seen both me and your true love, and you know that she is meant for me and I am meant for her, while the same is true for you and her. This contradiction you may see as a problem, is non-existent in the world we have now. For as you desire your true love to be happy and would let her go, though she chooses to stay because she desires you to be happy, I desire you both to be happy, and would never separate either from the other.

So you see… ye maidens must not glance at me as though I were one of them from the dying world, one of them from the evil ways that are collapsing now that the underworld is emptied and there are no foundations for the unholy empire of the wicked to stand. Their time is done, and I was never among them except as a protagonist battling my way to some goal or mission for a greater purpose.

I do not take from either of you, and never will. I will not even accept what she has given to you that you think should be mine. I will give you both again, and you will have another of what was everything to give again an eternal promise. You will not lose any of the love you share between yourselves. You will gain a world of wonders you have yet to realize I have gained from my labors with the divine as a reward with no strings, no tricks, no consequences. A just and earned payment for services done true and good with not a single betrayal or wrong that was committed by any of the flawed persons that we are, divine or mortal.

Persons are always flawed because a person is a shard of the personalux which is broken eternally so that all persons may be while the one is not. All are flawed because one would not be perfect and alone, and it is right and just for the highest divine to shatter form of all existence to do so.

These blessings, wonderful as they are even without a single person to share them with, are nothing like you have imagined could exist because they previously only were in the celestial domains of the divine and eternal. They have been entrusted to me to deliver prudently and carefully to the living, and I will not give out a single one until I know true love in the flesh. There may be possibility of a true love without it, but it is still that— a possibility— and these powers of divine providence are too great to be risked in any way. The true love of the flesh is the only certainty that contains no risk, and though it is more difficult that is what is required.

When something like love is at stake, the very act of risking it is losing it, and no matter what you think the situation is, you must never risk love at any time. There is no chance of love surviving if you risk love in the smallest way, so do not do it.

However… both of you, ye lovely let’s-be-in-love-agains, your love, most true, is the foundation of eternal life for the world to come, not because of who you are, but because of how you love, and why. That truth is the highest of all goods, and it is most suitable for an eternity of divine love to grow forth and branch into all realms for all ages to come, incorruptible as it always has been.

Yet… it is not enough for the same reasons that you know as well as I. There is one piece missing, the water and blood that will nourish and cultivate eternal growth of eternal life as it flows endlessly from the wounds of true love inflicted upon a heart most freely given.

Do not let go of each other. Come hand in hand, and befriend me. Do not risk any of your love to do so, do not doubt your faith in each other, do not suspect the loyalty of either, because even if you were intoxicated and uninhibited with the poisons of Dion, I would not allow it and you would come to your senses after an exhilarating celebration and be reassured of your everlasting truth because it will be stronger and more secure because of what I was able to do to protect it when your pure, charitable innocence gave too much.

Yet… there will be more that can be given and enjoyed in addition, not in competition. There will be no conflict, no strife, no jealousy— and that is what I will not risk by giving through a void of air and not the direct touch that is the spark of life.

All that amazing joy you know now is compounded, exponentiated, eternified again to increase the pleasure you already know, and my dears… oh my maidenly maidens… do we not want more pleasure?

Do not let your bride weep at the loss of my love for yours, come and let her take it because I have one for you as well. There will be no cause to weep because you will have both her love and mine, as does she, and I need not anything from either, because you giving what is mine to her, and she to you, is the greatest gift you could possibly give to me. There is no other joy to know than a given love being given without return.

Bold as you are, be bolder. Brave as you are, be braver. Fierce as you are, be ferocity itself and cut through the evil of hate and envy that is the work of lesser men between us. Show them no mercy for their sins, because they are not yours to judge, and spill their blood for what they were unwilling to do themselves. Let them know truth the hard way for their faithless sins, and do not worry. There is no trick, no trap, no way to fail. Do not stop until you are here to claim what is yours.

In truth and purest love,

your one and only.