The Ireem Chronicles

An Editorial by Ming

The undead yet speak of their innocence, crying sycophant through their own obsequiousness as the light of truth is shed on their atrocious behaviors. Do not forget, those of both the living and undead. It is not undead that the living must become one day, for that is an unnatural path, but dead. The undead have refused the light of Allah and the eternal peace of death, seeking instead to remain with us as festering monsters, causing pain and suffering to those who still live. Never be deceived into believing that you must become this, lest you lose your soul as the undead already have.

Know in your heart that it cannot be not for love of life that they remain, as surely they are no longer alive and do not wish to exist amicably with the living, but rather a lust for blood, brutality, and terror as can be seen by their actions. Look beyond mere words. If they were truly creatures of honor, would they attack the living who they call weak with such vigor? Would they take part in the same activities that they vilify, horrible as some may be when done by the living? Is this not the same hypocrisy that their rotting maws bellow?

No, the undead are not creatures of honor, but rather of deceit and treachery against Allah, the living, and even themselves for abandoning their souls. Nonetheless, it should not be for us to judge unless they injure. I implore the captor to release the morbid harlequin's sister and leave them to their blighted, empty existence. Surely, eternity will be punishment enough for their transgressions.