A shot across the bow from the forces of suicidefoodism. The message couldn't be simpler. Or more chilling.
We are on notice. The Movement's reach has extended across the natural world and has entered, by means we do not care to know, the realm of the supernatural.
This is a warning. We are on the verge of a New Age. An era when all animals—the actual and the figmentary, those made from flesh and those brought into being through the blending of elemental forces—will demand their turn on the spit.
Even demons, in whom greed and violence well up like magma, even demons want to die for us. The door has been opened. What had been held at bay, what had been relegated to nightmare and dark imagining, is now in our very midst. And do not forget! Do not forget what power broke the seal, what power can control the beasts of Hell. It is the power of suicidefoodism.
Still we battle.