From the Journal of Edward Worthington;
I am finally out of the underworld and back into the Worthington Estate. So much has happened that it would take me a month to write all the events down. To sum things up; we need to stop Lady Madonna. How? I’m not sure. She seems to be all powerful, even more powerful than Granny Esme (why I say this? because I’m sure if she had the means, she’d crush Lady Madonna like a spider with her thumb).
I’m also concerned with Nellie’s well being. She’s been hearing things that aren’t there. If it worsens I’m not sure whether I should just release her onto the streets again or end the misery in the must humane way possible by giving her laudanum daily. Yet perhaps there’s a supernatural explanation for this and before I resort to the Savage Science I’ll consult with otherworldly solutions first.
Speaking of Nellie, I am now, the Richest Man in England (pip pip! huzzah!) the company has been doing wonders and I’ll have to thank my barristers for running itso efficiently. This is now a good opportunity to invest in Granny Esme’s products and see what takes us from there. Ah, I digress. Now that I have this new fortune, I’m sure Nellie is going to be trying to either: 1. Get herself pregnant. or 2. Attempt to get married to me by any means. I have no interest in both of those options. Now I’m not sure how much Nellie knows about this news but I know it displeased her that I didn’t want any offspring. Why would I? I saw how much of a nuisance I was to my so called father and I don’t think I want to go through that myself. (I don’t think it helped much with Alex being there every day he did take a toll on everybody’s patience). Despite this, I still love Nellie, there are times when she taxes my nerves, but I still care for her (even though she acts like a needy harpy). I think I’ll be giving her a bit of money to have her spend on clothes. Maybe if I do that she’ll forget all about the offspring/marriage issue.
Also concerning the money issue; I can just hear the calling cards coming in. I don’t want any visitors. Once these people in these social circles smell money they flock to it like vultures and harpies. I could do without that. I’ll ask Esteban to deny any visitors and that I’m a recluse. Or perhaps Victoria can act in my name instead (god forbid!).
Victoria came to the Estate today to tell me of a certain Guild (I forget its’ name, but I’m sure they’re of bunch of wanks) who are after my head thanks to dear old Albert. I thought we got rid of him. I’m sure we framed him good. I thought we did everything perfect. I’ll have to get Aiden to investigate this further. He has some belief in the Savage Science that might help him (I’ll never understand that. He probably would frolic with the indigenous population if he had the chance). Victoria hasn’t changed, she’s still a tart and a cheeky one at that. I hope her carriage breaks down in the mud. Yet I appreciate her information. I wonder if she plans to stay longer? I hope not. She’s a burden. This is where I need Alex , he was able to try her patience hard enough to make her leave.
Speaking of Alex.
I DON’T KNOW WHERE HE IS AND I WISH EVERYBODY WOULD SHUT UP ABOUT IT. HE’S NOT DEAD DESPITE WHAT THAT STUPID TIN CAN KNIGHT SAYS. HE’S NOT EVEN A REAL LIVE PERSON WHAT WOULD HE KNOW? HE’S JUST MADE OUT OF WHALE FLESH!!!
I digress again. I think I’m going to go back to my Haunt. I need to rest.
End of Journal Entry.