Storyteller's Universe // See Through
Yellow Threads



“Couldn’t feel anything neck down, had to scream for your neighbors.”

I stand over a man in a neckbrace, he’s laying down in a hospital bed.

“That’s fucking rough. Demons don’t treat their hosts well, you ought to remember that next time.”

Silence falls for a brief moment in the hospital room.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stick around, had some assholes to sort out.”

“I’m still thankful. Wouldn’t wish it upon even the worst of the worst. You helped me.”

“Well.. Honestly, not out of the kindness of my heart, I’m afraid. I heard you’re spreading rumors about a Page in Yellow. Care to elaborate? I’m curious about the topic.”





Ariel, Haji

Hey, I need a favor. Could you find a man named Reeve Lovell?

// busy // wait // tomorrow //

That’s a first. But alright, just ping me when you’ve got time.

// k //





From: admin@fo.persa
To: wormwood.ariel@mail
CC: admin@persa; soboleski.asher@fo.persa
Title: Payment

Dear Ariel Wormwood,

We are sending over the records you requested as payment from field agent Asher Soboleski.

Contents: Fate, The Four, Pages in Yellow.

Do note, that your actions — namely the unethical means by which you agreed with Mr. Soboleski to aforementioned payment — have forced us to compromise information security. This will negatively impact our future cooperation.

Do not redistribute these files under any circumstances. We will know.

With formal regards,
Administration of Field Operations,
Paranormal Events Research and Surveillance Agency

[attachment records.tgz]





Dear Friend,

Please prepare more packets. They truly think it’s ketchup, it’s hilarious how well it works. Had three demons underestimate me already. You will find payment as well as the blessed water in the same spot as always.

By the way, if you have some records on the history of half-demons-half-angels, I would love to dig into your book collection. I have some soul-searching to do.

Yours, Ariel <3





From: soboleski.asher@fo.persa
To: wormwood.ariel@mail
CC:
Title: Fuck you.

I have to hand it to you, you didn’t lie when you said I would get recognition. Should’ve told me you meant my suspension though.

I convinced my superiors to send over the records, that means I got them for you. That squares away our cursed deal, right? If so, don’t even reply, I will sleep better never seeing your name ever again, asshole.

Eat shit and die,
Asher Soboleski





Ariel, Haji

// ping // your man //

[data.zip]

I just needed to know where he is haha, that’s quite a lot.

// tomorrow // 1403 hours exact // make card payment // 4.99eur exact // any purchase // online preferred // favor honored //

Weird, but you got it.





“Attention please, Mr. Wormwood, Mr. Ariel Wormwood, booked to Svalbard, please come to gate B6. Mr Wormwood, Ariel, gate B6, thank you.”

Oh fuck oh shit.

I grab my baggage and haul ass hopefully in the correct direction.