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[Part two of two parts: From the account, Gusoyn, in the Prison House for Demon][Journal Notes of Buer] The lower cells in the Prison House for Demon, some many floors below Gusoyn's cell were that of an awful smell of burning air and demonic fiber. Had anybody said before a demon odors when they burn, I would have looked another way, nonetheless it is true as the time is long. So Gusoyn told me when he was released from jail, just before our work to the Galapagos. In consequence, together with the prisons foulness, making its way down the hallways of this subterranean jail and up on, and through its primary upper floors, it appeared to be pasted on the walls like slim: similar to orange salvia divinorum.After Gusoyn defined this to me, he asked me to take an of silence, secrecy not to tell anyone: and obviously I did, then--demon to demon--it is pretty silly of him to ask me that, for we all know devils never keep their word. Rather it is a way to say:'I am telling you the truth' no more, no less--in substance, it was a laugh, to me at least.Anyhow, besides the stench, and today Gusoyn standing by me as I'm finished up with my journal notes, he, not knowing what I am doing, but he's always recognized me to be a person: he, like always, is getting a restless."Buer, my old friend," he just believed to me, "you can always smell and see a cloud of unvarnishable, sulfurous fire and steam through the prison." I think him without question, for what's a if not to punish an individual you don't send him to Camelot.Gusoyn didn't pretend he was innocent of his downright insolent attitude toward the guidelines and conduct of demon, and that going to prison was unfair, for he knew he surely deserved it, he was only trying to discuss his ugly knowledge, and in an easy method bragging he had the torments of such: black horror we call it, us demon you know: I say this to whom may read my memories in future time. If I was to analyze this, and I am not a emotionally qualified devil by far, but I'd say he felt powerless, matter of fact, I had also stretch it to say: he hated the powerlessness he felt. I should have a break from my Journaling, be back in an instant, Gusoyn keeps asking me what am I writing.[Later on] Ok record records, I am back. He was down right and anxious and as often super feeling: behooved. But that's Gusoyn for you, can't execute a damn thing about it for him. But I'll need to record, provide these journal records to Agaliarept, Satan's henchman in hell I suppose they'll be adequate for Agaliarept, he is the henchman for Lucifer, I repeat myself I know: and he is our manager. I do believe the Black Terror did wonders for him it mellowed his impulse to accomplish things his way, or no way. Therefore, it is at least diminishing slowly.For people who read this entry in my journal: the abbot, the one Gusoyn had his enjoyment with attempting to pacify with a, and have him commit a sexual sin, has offered, or so I have heard he is coming in a boat across the gulf of Hades, to Hell's Gates, so Agaliarept will be astonished to welcome him, I suppose Agaliarept had assigned another demonic being, named: The Mantic ore to him, to guide him an excellent assignment to this sinful man of robes, he was to my knowledge having a relationship with another of the abbots--a homosexual one I believe that is to express, he did not' want Gusoyn getting in the way you see, ulterior motives for anything. Yes, Agaliarept is very the practical genius. That's what I was showing Gusoyn about when I took a few momemts removed from these notes a while before. All in all, it's been a, long week. When Gusoyn left the jail, he was given to me, and if his future mission doesn't be accomplished by him well, he will flavor the fury of the Black Terror again. That is all I have Journal, for you today, anyways.Buer,Demon-First Class