Unless something interesting actually happens, don't any new posts for the next week or too. I'd love to fill this blog with unless logs about Miss Rivera's daily routine, really, but I doubt I'd be able to keep my sanity.
...Don't even think about responding to that.
Anyway, I decided to reveal to all you delusional lackwits who think you actually have a chance the true purpose of this blog. Master wishes for the secrets of His fellows to be spilled out for all to see. He wishes for tales of the Archangel, the Cold Boy, the Wooden Girl, the Plague Doctor, the Convocation, the Empty City, the Rake, the Choir-- all of them-- to spread out and propagate, in much the same way that his tales have.
You see, the true purpose of this blog is to let you all know that, even if you manage to break the laws of reality and actually harm Him, you will not be free. The purpose of this blog is to let you know just how well and truly fucked you all are.
Which brings me to Emily Rivera: she doesn't blog.
That, in a nut shell, is what makes her so interesting. Many of you have felt it-- the compulsion to tell your stories in a public forum. The need to share your tales of Master with all you can. Even those of you who believe that He becomes stronger as you do continue to blog, continue to succumb to that compulsion. Even I felt it, before I realized the inevitable and was accepted into Master's service.
Emily does not blog. She remains, for the most part, unaware of these blogs. Which means that either she's immune to the Compulsion, or it has never been projected onto her.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention: the Compulsion? Master's not the one who sends it out.