Lockwood
February, 1889

I hate the unknown, its notion, what it represents. For this has inspired my long interest in death, not for its mysterious quality, but instead its certainty. I envy death, its finality, its certainty, for when I am weak and surrounded by scenes unfamiliar, I must drive such thoughts away. I state this now, because my existence has been fraught with the terror of the unknown, what it brings, what it does. But the most terrifying thing in the world, I think, is no mere creation of man or woman. For there are forces at work in our world, mysteries entwined in this city that no science or far fetched philosophy can even begin to lay reasonable hypothesis to. Humans were never meant to journey far beyond their cradle of Earth, but I have been taken to those ethereal lands of unknown, for I am afeared that if an untainted mind were subjected to such knowledge, they would simply be driven insane at the revelation.
I write this now in hopes that any who read this will set aside the mayhem I have caused and what my name represents, and instead acknowledge my statement as a cautionary tale. I feel that my true identity and exactly who I am is of no importance in comparison to the truly monumental forces I’ve been coerced into collusion with. But in light of the recent events in Whitechapel, I will refer to myself as the Whitechapel murderer, Jack The Ripper.

I have journeyed to Lockwood seeking answers, for the Void energy that has forever polluted my spirit is strong here, and the beings of the unknown have substantial sway. I was not born here, and until I arrived here little over a week ago, I’d never been to this unusual, yet fascinating city. But my parents however were, both my mother and father were born and raised in this strange air of mystery. I have known, ever since I was a child, that forces unknown existed in our world, for its energy had always been attracted to me for reasons I’d never fathomed. But arriving here in this city, I see numerous factions within this place have their own interests in the forces at work here. I daren’t tell a soul here my relationship with the Void, for I am sure that if the so called Holy Orthodoxy were to catch wind of my relationship they would never leave me alone. But I do not write this in hopes of seeking redemption for what I have done, I have come to understand certain truths about these forces, and their associated cosmic beings that control them, things I believe the church do not even understand for they are so steeped in their ritualistic worship. Unfortunately, they are destined for destruction, for they search to commune with Dun-Thendyr, but even if such things were to pass, I fear the church has no idea of what chaos would be unleashed.
I have been subjected to these terrifying forces for as long as I can remember, from a young age I understood their uncertainty, which is why I found comfort in the perceived certainty of death. But the Whitechapel murders were not committed at my own accord, they were not my first murders, only the first ones that The Queen Of The Cursed demanded of me. From a young age, I have been in communication with what I once believed to be god, though now I have a clearer understanding of such things. The church mainly worship Dun-Thendyr, but this is merely only one of many cosmic beings tied to Lockwood. Risea is a being of the same order that for some reason I am eternally tied to. Risea, or The Queen Of The Cursed, has maintained communication with me for as long as I can remember, for she has taught me things I would need, shown me things I would have scarcely imagined without her intervention. Yes, I state this now, that I am in direct communication with what the church believe is a god. As a child it started only as a voice inside my head, then eventually this voice materialised into a face. For then it introduced itself as Risea, The Queen Of The Cursed, and through this, revealed to me my position within.

As a child I often thought of the face of Risea as a motherly figure, but with age, I quickly knew the face of the queen was merely an earthly interpretation of its true form. For if its true form was revealed to me, I would surely go mad at the revelation, for the human mind was never meant to experience or understand such things. As I understand it now, such beings are not bound by mere earthly limits as gender or species, they are truly unknowable, beyond any human conception. I hope only that this information will convince you that I may be qualified to talk, and speculate about the things I will discuss next.

I am writing this in hopes of spreading knowledge, for I have done many terrible things, maybe through this I can at least enlighten someone. As I have seen it, the college of Runswick seem endlessly interested in the Netherworld and the celestial bodies relation to the Void energies, yet they still seem to stumble in ignorance. For some reason they believe the Netherworld is merely a single plain, but just that notion tells me they have an extremely limited view of the other side. I’ve heard stories of scientists attempting to send people through to the Netherworld, every one of them ending in disaster. Risea is a queen in the Netherworld, but she resides over only a single plain in a myriad of others both above and below her own. People here in Lockwood treat it as if it is simply another world like Earth, and believe they can journey there as if on a day trip. Little do they know that physical voyages from this plain will always end in an altering destination somewhere within the lower astral plain of the Netherworld. This is Balsomoth’s doing, humans were never meant to venture through to the other side, but like always they find a way. So Balsomoth altered its sacred tome of rules, voyages from this plain will always arrive in the lower plain, that way any who attempt the voyage will always either disappear or be horrendously altered and sent back to deter further attempts. Everything I’ve stated is clearly written in the Tomes Of Balsomoth in the churches library, only humans are obviously too stupid to understand it.
It would also seem that both the church and Runswick are both aware that the celestial bodies surrounding Earth are somehow tied to the ebb and flow of the Void energies, but their exact understanding of said things are still very limited. As Risea has shown me, to fully understand this phenomenon, one must understand at least to some degree how this came to be. The visions I have been shown have been fragmented, its image like looking into a broken mirror, but enough for me to piece together and understand the matter enough to explain. I have not discovered the exact origins of how any of this came to be and probably never will, but the fact here that everyone in Lockwood is missing, is that the Void energy that runs through Lockwood is directly connected to the celestial bodies surrounding our planet. This is why the various astral phases transiently amplify the effects of the energy and give way to all manor of insane and impossible happenings from time to time. As I said I don’t know how or why this came to be, but from the things I have been shown I believe that humans are not the only race of sentient creatures on Earth. As far as I understand it, there is another race, and the visions have led me to believe that it is something to do with them, either directly or indirectly, as to why the celestial bodies surrounding our planet have been tainted by the Void.
Again, yes I state another impossible truth, humans are not alone on this planet. There are other, tangible, physical beings here with us. This is no mere trick of the Void, they are not spectral or somehow invisible to us, they are merely in a place where no one would ever suspect, and all I can say, is that I truly hope no one ever finds them, they are a terrible thing to behold.

Lockwood
March, 1889

I have been in Lockwood now for a month, and I feel this will be my last entry, for this place, its energy is changing me. I will give now, just a measure of justification of my actions in Whitechapel last year, this changes nothing, but there are always those that endlessly speculate about my actions and what they have meant. I have murdered many people before Whitechapel, out of anger, out of evil, out of demand. For I belong to The Queen Of The Cursed, and I am truly cursed with things unknown. The five women of Whitechapel, Mary Ann Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherin Eddowes and Mary Jane Kelly were not the first of my killings, only the first demanded from Risea out of ritual. I have never been medically trained, yet for the purpose of what was ahead of me, Risea bestowed upon me the most sophisticated knowledge of medical procedures. I killed several people just to test out this impossibly real knowledge, I can remove a heart with an almost machine like precision if not rushed, I can dissect a human in several different ways, remove any organ I desire just to see what it looks like. But Risea demanded ritualistic murders for a cause I still do not understand, from each victim I removed a specific body part as demanded by The Queen Of The Cursed. After each killing, I would offer the removed organ to Risea in a candle lit ritual before she would claim her piece and take it back to parts unknown. This is all I can say, I am a mere pawn in an infinitely larger picture, my actions seem monumental to those of usual standing, but from my perspective, the things I have done don’t even scratch the surface of what is truly at work here.
But my past deeds are not important anymore, my days of ritualistic killings are over. I am no longer myself, for the month I have been in this spired city, I have changed, both in mind, and in body. The energy that courses through this place runs through me also, it always has. I am not as I once was, I can no longer walk amongst my kin. I felt a change as soon as I arrived in this place, like a nagging on my periphery, but that nagging soon became the object of my undivided attention. Within the last week, my body has grown disproportionate, the Void energy and my connection to it has changed me into something beyond human now. Oh god my arms, they’ve grown long and with wicked claws, my legs the same, tipped with a monsters barbs. From my back huge wings befitting that of a bird have grown, my face now unrecognisable. I have flown many times over this city at night, once or twice indulging in swooping down and picking away the odd straggler on the streets below before tearing them apart and consuming them. But I have found I am for some reason, able to control this ghastly ability. The form I am assuming now as I write this is considerably less monstrous, but still not wholly human by normal standards. But I sense that I was not intended to be able to control this, that upon this revelation Risea took notice and has put plans, more plans ahead for me. I know not if I am to be forever in this form, a morbid immortal flying hither and tither through the night, or I am soon to be stamped out now my purpose has been fulfilled.

I have endured many dark days, yet it seems many remain. What awaits me in the next life if there is one, I do not know. People believe me, or others like me to be the most terrifying thing in the world, but by god I tell you, there are things in this world infinitely more terrifying than I could ever be.
But for now, I have surpassed all limits of myself. My pain has become dreadful and ceaseless, and I do not wish for this world to be a batter place anymore. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others, I want no one to escape. Maybe after all the mayhem I have caused, my punishment has finally caught up with me now. But throughout all of this, I have gained no new knowledge of myself, no deeper insight into myself can be extracted from my telling.
The reality of this is, is that my statement has meant nothing.