The Journal Of Honesty Lowell
Dear Diary, I am fucked. I mean that in more ways than one. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Honesty Lowell, though if you're reading this, you probably already guessed that. I am 15 years old and go to Roman North High School in Olympus City. Or, I used to. I wasn't the best student; my best grade was a B-, and it was in P.E. I didn't have any F's, though, just a soft C- in Algebra.
I wasn't very socialable, I went to school, did Volleyball practice, then I spent all my free time at home. I didn't care much for making friends or dating. None of the boys were really my type, and all of the girls who weren't straight were all… I don't want to say bitchy, but yeah, they were pretty bitchy. Of course, I'm not all that myself. I'm not hot or pretty, but I'm not ugly. I stay in shape with volleyball and exercise at home.
I lived a quiet life with my brothers and my mom. And with my dad and my sisters every other week. I was okay with that. I had already chosen my path in life, and I was going to enter the Marine Corps when I was eligible. I probably would've done that too. But then I met HIM.
He showed up to our house, covered in rags and injured, asking to stay during a freak snowstorm. It was the middle of July, but I suppose that's climate change. I was the one who let him in to my dad's house. I remember every detail about him that day. The tattered hoodie he was wearing, the ripped jeans, his dark black hair that was littered with grime. His eyes, oh his eyes. They were violet, but it was more. It was like the violet of an eldritch being, the yellow of a king. I could hardly bring myself to look away.
"I am Lucien Ozymandias. You can call me Lucy. Sorry for the intrusion, but the shelter was full, and yours was the first house I saw with its lights on." My dad welcomed him and got him some blankets and pillows to sleep on the couch. I stuck by his side, and we watched some movies together. It was nice. I felt comfortable. Then he showed me his power. He snapped his fingers, and he summoned a small screen. It had his face on it, but it was a cleaner face. It showed his name, a "Level" bar with Infinity next to it, and a list of different "skills."
Some of them looked more powerful than others, and some I didn't understand, like "The White Rabbit Skill," and "Celestial Summoner." I was enamored with it. Then he spoke again. "I am on a mission. A mission to save the world from a monster that the world is unaware of. I might need some help. Do you want some adventure?" That was two weeks ago. I am no longer in Olympus City; I am in England. This is my story, the story where I traveled with the love of my life, my master, Lucien Ozymandias.
Day 17
Dear Diary, yesterday I gave you the basic rundown of how I met Lucy. Let me tell you more. Lucy is not a normal human. He told me he's from another world, one like ours, but without things called anomalies. He said something about an angel, the end of the human race, and something called the "ADR" that would emerge in something around 2 or so years. I asked him how he knew and he told me that in his first world, we were fiction. He had made a deal with some sort of "black fire being who we won't talk about," for the ability to live different lives in worlds. To me, he was a sort of god. A being from beyond my realm of understanding, but just as human as me. I asked him how he saw me. "I see a person. You have a soul, or a consciousness if we need to be technical, just like me. However, I do not see a girl. I see a powerful being, waiting for their time to shine." I didn't quite understand what he meant then, but I think I will someday.
Day 45
I stopped wondering how my family is doing. We weren't close and I never really felt anything towards my siblings. My dad is the only one who ever really cared. But I know that Lucy can care for me. As it turns out, one of Lucy's abilities allows him to manifest food and drinks. He also gave me his one blanket to sleep in while we are in the wild. We're somewhere south of Manchester, I know that much. He says we're getting close.
Day 72
I came out as non-binary to Lucy, and he took it better than expected. I asked him to give me a new name, since he was my god. "You are a lot like I was in my 4th life… Oscar? Oscar Omnikki?" I accepted it fully. I asked him what he was like as Oscar, but he just waved it off. "Which life is this one?" I asked, suddenly realizing I was always scared to ask. "This is my 72nd life. I think I am somewhere between 2000 and 2100 years old. Don't look at me like that, I'm not that old mentally or physically." I decided not to ask him what he meant by that.
Day 100
He gave me a gift today, for not giving up on him after all this time. A beautiful necklace he said he had inherited from his current mother. Through Ohio, Indiana, New York, London, Manchester, Germany, Russia. We've been almost everywhere now. What was that old movie? 80 Days Around The World? We're not quite as fast, but still making good time. He says our next goal is China, where the portal to 'The Being' should be. He refuses to elaborate on what the Being is. I've started writing down what I learn from him on a separate journal and have been posting it anonymously on stuff like Reddit, Tumbler, Facebook, and Twitter. I wonder how many people will accept Lucien?
Day 143
We had followers waiting for us in Beijing. Unsure exactly how that happened, but we got in contact, and they offered us sanctuary. Lucy was surprised as ever, even when I told him he had thousands of followers already around the world. The 'Repeating Reaper' was the title the Chinese followers used. In their language of course. Lucy can speak it fluently, something he learned from one of his old lives, but I can't understand a lick of it. He continues to impress.
Day 276
Those ADR folk were chasing us down again. Lucy says they aren't harmful but that he doesn't want to be caught with me here. He manifested something, a blade, and told me that it would hurt. But that it would give me the power to stay alive for as long as I wanted. He cut my cheek and made a V shaped scar. Then he told me to run, to have the followers get me home. He left, to distract the ADR folk and be caught.
Day 347
About a year since I met the god I know and love. Months since he was taken from me. But today is a happy day. We gathered, the followers of Lucy, today and discussed a plan to save him. I noticed that most followers were girls, but what else could be expected? It always felt like he could draw in women, whether to keep us warm for the night, or to flirt with so we could get some food. He never had sex though. He promised I'd be his first and I was never ready. I want him back. I'm ready now, where is he?
Day 465
We burned down the facility, masked and unrecognizable, after we grabbed Lucy and brought him out of that wretched place. We went back to the settlement, outside of Olympus City, and I told him that I missed him. I showed him the poems I wrote, and showed him the art his followers had made. The girls all dreamed of him, me included. We saw the same strange image though. Him, in a purple cloak, surrounded by snow, with a large goddess-figure bowing to him. I could feel his change. Something had happened in the ADR facility, but he refused to say what. He took me to our bed and we finally got what we wanted. I love him. I am the consort of a true god now. But what will I do about the other girls? The 200 some who now devote their lives to him where the many tens of thousands around the world only devote their souls? It will be up to him.
No
I can't do it. I refuse to remember all that time. What happened when he died? My god, my beautiful god. We were so close to winning. He gave me a final mission. To join the ADR and to keep his followers protected. To lead them to victory. If I find a way, I will follow him. If I die, I will follow his lives. No matter what. Lucy, I wish you'd told me more. I wish you could be here. We will be together again. Our son is waiting. I'll leave this diary and the emails to let the others of us in the ADR know who I am. None of these fools will figure out the password unless they are true.
Hail Lucien Ozymandias, Reaper Of Gods! Subjugator of the Violet Goddess!
