Hello, <<First Name>>!
First, as always, All Glory to Sebastian, Lord of the Earth. Here in Sebastiachusetts we’re finally starting to see signs of spring, as the carnivorous toothflowers and stranglevines have started to poke their angry little heads up through the gray, dead ground. And I think I spotted two Achaieral demons making a nest in the ruins of my neighbor’s house yesterday!
Like so many of you, I’ve been locked in my basement for the past couple of weeks while Gaxorius, the Poisonous One, moved his army of Facemelter demons through what used to be New England. But they’ve moved on now, and the rain of carnivorous toads has cleared the view from my writing desk. So never fear! I have yet to be driven mad by the susurration of leathery wings upon my rooftop, and I’ve got deadlines to hit - City of Sebastian He’s Back From the Dead Again isn’t going to write itself.
In other news, Reginald has begun disappearing at odd hours and when he comes back he usually has patches of red-stained leather in his teeth and sometimes a knife or two. Once he brought back a finger. Is anyone else’s cat helping out like this?