Session Journal: Hesperus, 22nd August

August 22nd,
I don't often feel the need to record my thoughts like this, but today something happened and I feel that it won't be properly real until there's a record of it outside the vault of my own mind, if that makes sense.
It seemed like an ordinary day in the Spirit World, if that makes sense and the mission, while mysterious, seemed benign enough, but I'll never be able to get the face of that Thing out of my mind. 
Face might not be the right word? I mean, its face was horrific, no doubt about it, but that was only the surface, beneath it there was another "face", something dark and deep, pure malice on a level I'd never felt before. This isn't easy to explain; I'm trying to put primal revulsion into civilised words after all. But that is all I could feel. Revulsion. The sensation of thousands of spiders crawling through my every vein, darkness flooding my senses, my airways choking up with black vile ink... Even at the time it felt unreal and I suppose I froze. The others say the whole ordeal lasted under a minute, but for me, time no longer had any meaning and I would not have been surprised one bit if I'd been locked inside my own mind for days.
I suppose what saved me in the end was the Thing's greed. I guess it saw the power that lurked within me and desired it, the very thought of it desiring a part of me makes me shudder let alone something so fundamental to my very being. All I know is that the instant I felt its slimy tendrils wrap around my soul to rip it from my chest I just reacted. Everything I'd been taught about my powers I just ignored and I let the fire burn, my soul igniting like a newborn star. The light was so hot, so bright and it felt so very right as that Thing was obliterated and excised from every fibre of my being. If it weren't for the sense of relief from freeing myself I may have just given myself over to the light and next time... I'm not so sure I'll be able to keep myself in check.
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