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(These are the remaining pages that have been found of the journals from the demon known as The Puppet Master. They have been preserved for multiple reasons for this runaway is still at large. As we uncover more of the burnt pages, we shall attempt to try to share them with the world as a warning. Any and every information about this demon would be greatly appreciated and you should contact local authorities. And now, the first entry of the burnt journal of The Puppet Master.)

Forgive me father, for I have.. What am I talking about.

Who cares. Nothing can save me from what I am, the demon that was given no choice in the matter to do nothing but rot. And people wonder why demons tend to be evil.

Today? I am currently three thousand seven hundred and thirty-six years old, and not a day goes by unnoticed. I have broken away from my realm of.. other demons and I pretty much work alone now, on my own accord..

They call me The Puppet Master. I have the.. rare ability to create a soulless body, an empty jar. Why not? There are ones that can create souls, why are demons that can create random bodies rare? Only because they were killed off. We weren't only able to create the bodies, but we can learn to -control- bodies as well. Only a power a god should have, they would say.

So I escaped the massacre. I lived through hard times. And now, I'm back for my revenge on the mortals of this world. I will collect souls from anyone.. Everyone.. I've already started harvesting...

So far, my total is 3. Three new wonderful puppets in my collection, wonderful dolls I can control.. No one is at my mercy. Just fall into my trap and we shall see.

But I as I write, I grow bored. I shall find my next lovely puppet soon.

So I warn the world in the silence of my words on these stained pages, that I -am- coming. I am going to have my revenge for the chance I was never given. I am going to have my place in this world.

Can you find the Puppet Master? You better hope not.

(The words on the page would abruptly end as the bottom of the page is slightly burnt...)

(These are the remaining pages that have been found of the journals from the demon known as The Puppet Master. They have been preserved for multiple reasons for this runaway is still at large. As we uncover more of the burnt pages, we shall attempt to try to share them with the world as a warning. Any and every information about this demon would be greatly appreciated and you should contact local authorities. And now, the first entry of the burnt journal of The Puppet Master.)

(The page would seem to start in the middle, the other part of the page was ripped and burned...)

...This time.

Mercy. The meaning of the word?

Is to kick a man in the balls when they are down. To take the child of a dying woman. To smash the most loved toy of a child when they are tied down. Instead of finishing them off, you just seem to make them suffer more. That's what I've had to endure over the years. What mortals called.. 'mercy'.

Yet I've been asked to show a different type of.. mercy to the ones that have been falling in my hands..

As of today I have collected....(there is a burn hole in this part of the page..)

That is my plan. And now no one can stop me. No one.

The Puppet Master isn't found. I find you.

(These are the remaining pages that have been found of the journals from the demon known as The Puppet Master. They have been preserved for multiple reasons for this runaway is still at large. As we uncover more of the burnt pages, we shall attempt to try to share them with the world as a warning. Any and every information about this demon would be greatly appreciated and you should contact local authorities. And now, the first entry of the burnt journal of The Puppet Master.)

Today I have found something interesting. There was a demon today. Not just an ordinary one, but he had the same aura as I did.

Can it be possible that there is another out there like me? One that had shared the same fate, but escaped death's claws?

I was actually in trouble today. Some of the higher demons have found my trail and caught up with me and were about to do me in when.. He appeared out of no where and saved me. I thought I was dreaming, but he had his puppet and his golden strings..

I didn't get to catch a name, nor did he stay. When I asked him to wait all he would say is that in time I would understand...

Understand? How could I understand the -only- surviving male I have seen in thousands of years would abandoned the only female I've seen in years? I mean seriously. We can't save the population but would could very well keep each other company..

So I'm alone again, but not alone in the world. I have been tracking him though, his last known whereabouts were...(part of the page was blotted out with ink...)

It doesn't change a thing though. I will continue my mission.

I've lost a puppet today. The poor soul was used in sacrifice to try to save me. Oh well.

The Puppet Master will rise again...

(These are the remaining pages that have been found of the journals from the demon known as The Puppet Master. They have been preserved for multiple reasons for this runaway is still at large. As we uncover more of the burnt pages, we shall attempt to try to share them with the world as a warning. Any and every information about this demon would be greatly appreciated and you should contact local authorities. And now, the entry of the burnt journal of The Puppet Master.)

I found him again.. And he gave me a name this time. (Ironically his name has been burnt out as if done intentionally)

He told me we could never be together, as we would draw too much attention to ourselves.. Too much attention? I'm the most allusive being there is in this world. With the gift of the golden tongue. But I guess what he said is true, I don't know how, but for now I will leave him alone. Though its hard to, he looks so good and his aura.. Its intoxicating..

I have gained another puppet along the way, though its not a human creature as many of my 'dolls' have been so far. In fact this one is different and I'm surprised I could even control the mind of this fascinating creature. Though I never reveal the secrets of what kind of dolls I have, not even in my writings for one day this journal will fall to the hands of those who want to destroy me. And I always love having secrets up my sleeves..

I also ran by this lovely little side village, ones with several different warriors in the place.. I shall venture further into this (The part of the page is burned as well.)

The days are shortening and the night air is getting crispier. Winter is on its way and my powers will be at its strongest. I will use this to my every advantage especially on th-- (This page has been burnt the rest of the way, any other information this page could have held has been lost. We apologize sincerely.)

(These are the remaining pages that have been found of the journals from the demon known as The Puppet Master. They have been preserved for multiple reasons for this runaway is still at large. As we uncover more of the burnt pages, we shall attempt to try to share them with the world as a warning. Any and every information about this demon would be greatly appreciated and you should contact local authorities. And now, the entry of the burnt journal of The Puppet Master.)

(Several pages were burnt beyond translation, but we picked it up where we could.)

I'm dead. I'm literally going to die soon. They have caught up to me again, I feel them near. Why would the 'Judges' of the world convict me to a life that I had no part of before any of this had happened? Just because of who and what I am, I was created to be a jar maker, given the powers I needed and was made into a demon.. Now I'm convicted for being evil for being born a demon, judged on what I have been given despite it all not being my fault. What am I suppose to do?

I was never even given a chance to prove myself. And now I'm on the run for my life.

And because I'm convicted for my powers, I am going to give them an excuse to kill me one day. I'm going to make sure everything living being I come across suffers, every -single- living being. I won't threaten them with death, no no.. That's too instant. No, what I will give is something much much worse.. They will see everything that they do, they will become my puppets just to turn on their families, their friends.. Yet they will have no ability to stop themselves before they lose themselves into the dark realm of their mind. One day I will release them, and we'll see how screwed up they will be.

Yes, that is what I'll do. But for now, I must run. They will be here before the sun rises and I feel it will be sooner than I realize. For those who will read my journal once I am gone, you may or may not have escaped my wrath, but know this. I am not sorry for what I am about to do. Nor do I want forgiveness. I don't care any more, my soul can not and will not be saved.

The Puppet Master.

(These are the remaining pages that have been found of the journals from the demon known as The Puppet Master. They have been preserved for multiple reasons for this runaway is still at large. As we uncover more of the burnt pages, we shall attempt to try to share them with the world as a warning. Any and every information about this demon would be greatly appreciated and you should contact local authorities. And now, the entry of the burnt journal of The Puppet Master.)

Winter is here. I am surprised I have made it this far and thus, I have collected many dolls along the way. Demons, humans, animals, even an angel has fallen into my collection.

I am exceptionally pleased with my new discovery though. They can not find me when I cannot be seen. That's right, they are blind to me when I am invisible to the world.

I do believe that is what has kept me alive this long, and I plan to use this to my every advantage. My powers are slowly becoming stronger; I can control my dolls outside of the rooms they are in now. That way I don't have to pretend to be some random person in the room other than the doll and the new victim.

I..-- (This section has been burned completely.)

(These are the remaining pages that have been found of the journals from the demon known as The Puppet Master. They have been preserved for multiple reasons for this runaway is still at large. As we uncover more of the burnt pages, we shall attempt to try to share them with the world as a warning. Any and every information about this demon would be greatly appreciated and you should contact local authorities. And now, the entry of the burnt journal of The Puppet Master.)

..No hope. None for them, now that I'm slowly mastering what--(This page has been badly burned, and thus leaves huge gaps in between the information. We apologize, but this is the best we could come up with.)

...Days wear on. The dead of winter is almost here, and they are long gone off my tracks now. I felt like I have gotten away with what I was convicted of, even if I never committed a crime in the first place. Why is it that only way humans can think, that all things they don't understand is evil?...

(More space in between..)

..the day is coming..

The Puppet Master

(These are the remaining pages that have been found of the journals from the demon known as The Puppet Master. They have been preserved for multiple reasons for this runaway is still at large. As we uncover more of the burnt pages, we shall attempt to try to share them with the world as a warning. Any and every information about this demon would be greatly appreciated and you should contact local authorities. And now, the entry of the burnt journal of The Puppet Master.)

.. I found a music box. Such a simple thing, but it has attracted my attention. It plays such a bitter sweet tune, and at times can almost be.. sinister.. dark.. Like someone who had been hurt deeply and it festers..

It has attracted me and I shall keep it for my purposes, as I am sure I can figure out lots of uses for it.. It is my most prized possession...

(These are the remaining pages that have been found of the journals from the demon known as The Puppet Master. They have been preserved for multiple reasons for this runaway is still at large. As we uncover more of the burnt pages, we shall attempt to try to share them with the world as a warning. Any and every information about this demon would be greatly appreciated and you should contact local authorities. And now, the entry of the burnt journal of The Puppet Master.)

My thoughts exactly. I found a simple use for my musicbox, as it has become a rather successful charm for children. Like the piper in the nursery rhymes you hear about. However it seems only the more innocent, pure souled children can become dolls.. The others, they tend to find a weakness in my strings and pluck at it. Something about their stained souls...(There is a huge ink splotch as if someone messed up in the translation...)

I have 3 new dolls to add to my collection. Though, honestly I should -stop- writing down how many I have. I know that one day that this simple book, my words will come back to haunt me and will be used against me. I have splayed my life, my feelings down page by page hoping that someone, out there (Hopefully stronger than I) will understand why I am forced to do such deeds to this world and maybe- just maybe- I will be granted a little mercy. Though it is highly doubtful, it is still nice to wish upon that star.

My range has increased, though I do not know if it is because of the winter months or if it is because of my training has improved my skill. But for now, I do know I do not need to even be in the same building as the doll any more. The strings I have attached to them are no longer visible except when seen closer to myself. I rather like this idea, as it gives my own body the impression of being an doll myself to a beginner puppeteer. I think I shall practice with my acting to see if I can pretend to be more like one as well..

Though, if I am to do that, I think I must find a way to make a doll of myself..

Today I killed 42 people. A huge number to my count, seeing they were a group sent to execute me. I refuse to die, and so in order to live, those lives had to be severed short. Poor pathetic fools, following their so called.. 'god'. I would have let them live if it had not been for him.

I think a few escaped however, and I'm on their trail. I can't let them escape now and let the others know how powerful I have gotten. It's not time for them to know. Not yet. They will -all- know soon enough..

There is a problem-- (The rest of the page is burned off...)

(These are the remaining pages that have been found of the journals from the demon known as The Puppet Master. They have been preserved for multiple reasons for this runaway is still at large. As we uncover more of the burnt pages, we shall attempt to try to share them with the world as a warning. Any and every information about this demon would be greatly appreciated and you should contact local authorities. And now, the entry of the burnt journal of The Puppet Master.)

I have collected the rest of the poor fools that decided to run. They, too, are now dead, bringing my total from yesterday to 59. The last one, I was able to make into a doll for my collection.

Its bad however, they are back on my trail. I made too big of a mess for it to not go unnoticed, so it is no big surprise they have found my tracks. I will lose them soon enough, and keeping my head low could do me a world of wonder...

However the day is coming closer, the day of Judgment.. And no matter what is presented, my head will be on that silver platter for the world to see. There must be a way around this punishment I did not earn...

I have heard of other doomed races escaping their fates. Why can't I do the same?

(This middle part has been burned thoroughly, as though it was intended on purpose...)

I found him again today.. Today he came with a warning.. A warning that if I didn't start behaving, he would come after me himself to finish me off... Hmph! The nerve! To think I ever had feelings for a stuck up BOY like him. He has said that he would use every bit of his power to bring me down if he must. Its too bad that I am far more powerful than he could ever wish to be...

No one can harm The Puppet Master...

TPM

(These are the remaining pages that have been found of the journals from the demon known as The Puppet Master. They have been preserved for multiple reasons for this runaway is still at large. As we uncover more of the burnt pages, we shall attempt to try to share them with the world as a warning. Any and every information about this demon would be greatly appreciated and you should contact local authorities. And now, the entry of the burnt journal of The Puppet Master.)

(Much of the top half of this page was lost due do an accident one of the translators had. Please accept our apologizes and know that we are now banning coffee from the office. Thank you.)

..... The winter solstice is here. The day where my powers are most fine tuned, and the night where I am at my most powerful. There is nothing that is safe for this evening, and nothing will harm me. But I do not wish to cause havoc like so many people have predicted I would. Instead, I just want to find a bed, find some food and for once try to have a normal night, like a normal person. But I'd never be normal.. So I guess the best way to say it is as normal as possible.

I found out that my powers limit is greater than anything I can ever imagine on this one night. I do not even have to be in the same city. I can be miles away and still be able to control a doll... But if it is possible for this one night to be able to do so, what is to stop me from learning how to do it at this distance every day, and every winter solstice, that amount would increase.. wouldn't it? I would think then, there would become no limit to how far my powers can reach..

I think this is why the judges fear me. Because I -do- realize I potentially do not have a limit. If I can find what locks me in, then I can find out how to break out of my shell and slowly stretch out my wings for the very first time..

Then maybe, just maybe.. I can prove that I won't turn power hungry and evil afterward... But who am I fooling. No one obviously, since everyone who actually knows what I am fears me more than the devil himself.

The night is young, and I want a normal night.

TPM