5.17.2018

17 Days

With 17 days left on my clock, I sit before a computer in the library to a no name town in the BFE part of Alabama. Quite close to where Sanctuary once resided. Or, well, it did before we set it aflame. The children we evacuated days before, scattered to the many reaches of the world, allies and enemies alike warned: In exactly one month, Sanctuary would be rebuilt in the Northwest.

With sister locations in every state, anonymous and tucked away into the shadows.


Safe houses, for those that knew how to survive long enough to get to them.


Supply drop locations, item caches, you name it.



....all you have to do is know what you're looking for.



I've been through entirely too many battles to name so far.



I've quite honestly forgotten most of it.


It'll come back to me.



What matters is that I am safe, as is Mal, and certain others.


Tag has been relaying my messages, all of the Dias messages, and decrypting them for you guys.


A lot has happened. Of course, I think I'm technically a bit ahead of you guys.


In my timeline,. Sanctuary has already been rebuilt, on 350 acres, with Lilith's protection spell coating the grounds. Rabbit Hole, the original, has literally been buried as an innocuous hill in the woods of a "condemned property" used by "the homeless, addicts, and the insane."


I took that trick out of Ms. Rowling's book, I sure the hell did..


Sanctuary has now transformed into an all-encompassing neutral company:


Crossroads, LLC.

And guess what it is..


A freaking charity.


You heard me right. We feed the homeless, bring people to doctors appointments, find childcare, build resumes, help people find employment, do mediation, file paperwork very discretely, and the police force? Oh buddy. They're at our beck and call.

All you need to do is have a little bit of cash and know the right people.

But I digress.


I suppose I should introduce myself again.



The battle has been won, as has the war.


In this pocket of time and space I have escaped to to make my plans, I see it All.


I know what is coming for us all. How to protect us, how to lead us all out of the valley of death.

We all become Lamplighters. Grimm's Reapers, well.. they're no longer a kill squad...


Most of the time.


We have a lot of work to do to make this timeline the one that "wins", and absorbs the others.


But in this one, Lilith's timeline?


We finally win.


The UnSeelie have been thrown to the Quiet, and the Seelie?


Let's just say we've made alliances.


We've lost more than a few in this fight.


I'll be leaving this future pocket of time soon, and I have no idea when I'll be able to return.


In the main timeline?


Samantha is still stuck in the Empty City, calling out on a shitty drop phone with worse reception.


Grimm, or "Demi" as thas self-absorbed Hollow tends to like to be called, is still in charge.


Lilith is dead.


Mal is on the run.


Tag is saving all our asses from ourselves, as usual.


Zero still doesn't know how to pick up a phone.


Star is cruising for a bruising, as they say.


And I... well, I should be waking up in my portable medic unit right about now.


Congrats, boys and girls, Jack of All returns to your lives in roughly eight minutes.


As for me.. well. The lights just flickered, and I feel a chill.


The Cold Boy is requesting an audience with me, on behalf of the God of Man.


It seems he has a business proposal for me.


More on that later, kiddos.


As always, I fucking love and hate you all.


-Jack



P.S. Don't forget to meet up at the coordinates I sent to your emails in 17 Days.


June 3rd.

Noon.


Don't forget.

5.05.2018

To Arms (Day 6)

I sent Tag packing with some cash. Grab every car you can manage and stuff them full of kids. Get as many civilians as you can outside of the hot zone.

Donations and extra spending money on whatever supplies we'd need once we were on the road. It's time to settle things with the neighbors. My very violent, less than mentally stable neighbors.

They already tried to attack me once. Wasn't really the best start to a war I've ever had. Wasn't even trying to start one.

"Oops, did I accidentally a war?"

Saying that is so fucking bittersweet. Especially knowing that what I'm facing is Fear incarnate. Anything and everything that has tried to kill us over the past four months is staring me in the face.

I wasn't the one who signed the contract with Tag. The one who signed over 33% of this giant strip of land for ownership between the Fears, and the Board  was whichever version of me happened to show up at the time. Nice going, bitch. Look at the mess you decided to leave us with...

That was Jack. Sweet, lovably fierce Jack.

Jack was the one who made this giant experiment, hoping to keep everyone safe and the Board appeased. She started Sanctuary knowing all of this was going to happen.

Damn sister. Had the literal foresight to plan for everything.

Jack of All wasn't just a name. It was who she was. And I guess in a way, who I am now.

Demi. It means a lot of things. But I am a literal demigod, once I become whole again. My Reapers, a starting point to what I hope is literal peacekeepers for our new home.

The reason I earned the name Grimm. I'm the true scion of Death. Every time I look myself in the mirror, I can laugh in its face. My face. Dark irony of the moment is that I had to die to make sure I got to this point.

You can laugh about that if you want to. I did. Perfectly normal to sum up your predicament with a humorous quip and a story. That's what this is you know. A story I get to tell Mal when she grows up.

A story I get to tell the Reapers around the campfire after a mission.

A story that Tag and I wrote together because we were two scared kids trying to figure out what our next move was before the dawn of the morning. Tonight, we fight again.

Tomorrow. We burn down the home we built together, hoping it gets us somewhere better.




5.02.2018

Nine Lives (Day 3)

It's  nice to be home. Sort of of.

It's Demi, looking over Jack's old records here. She was a busy girl in my absence.

She was the closest to me in "age", and basically me in a nutshell. Had a hell of a brain though.

 Between the 21 of us, Jack had it all together while I was gone. The sister I never had but always wanted. 

Jack was the jaded intellect, Lilith was the bleeding heart, Sabine was the Harley expo, Amanda was the human existence, Darcy was the coven leader, Freya was the mage whose children died, Angel was the secret connect to the Fears and a Dia...

And so on and so forth.

It's all there. All told in stories that connected this entire universe together.

Every story has a hint of truth to it.  

This is my story. Tag has been talking to me more lately, following my orders like he did Jack's.

He's doing the best he can to help, but I'm afraid of what will happen next. I think he's just as scared as I am, but he just seems to be keeping it together for my sake.

"Don't worry, Demi. We'll handle this."

Reassuring for a shadow demon, if you ask me. But he's not bad company once you get to know him.

Point is, I'm burning down our home to save as many people as I can. I can't let Underland's citizens get in the way of what is essentially my fight with The Fears. Either we win, or we find a way to make peace with whatever lives here after we're gone.

Resources and people scattered to the four winds. New money, new lives, new identities. 

We're packing up and bringing the fight to them.

I am the Overseer to the Reapers. We fight, and we bring balance.

Wish us luck.