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The church was an mess , over all empty scotch bottles and used paper. Once try Agatha to clean up the mess , but Father Blackwood yelld at her , because the paper might useful for him on a later time , so she took only the empty bottles away. It was always the same, he would preach , then drinks bottle by bottle of scotch, while he draws or write on the paper. He didn't alomost sleep nor eat in these days. He was busy. Agatha was worried about him, but he don't want her help. After the release of the eldrich terror out of the time egg , they built a church for them and awaits their appereance in time. Father Blackwood and Agatha travel through the time, to the past , only to find H.P. Lovecraft and his wife , Julia. They absorb them both , their looks didn't chance, but their knowleadge about the eldrich terror grows stronger and after they're where back in their timeline, they started to write it on paper or books. Father Blackwood awaits the terrors arrive at every second and wanders through the church , while he writes , paints or drinks. At some time he preparaing some lines for his service , for preaching and Agatha and the twins where forget in that time by him. Once the children came to him, interrupt him on his work , because they asking him something silly or wants to spent time with their father, but he yells at them and Agatha watch how they leave the room, sad and frighten. He looks after them , a spark of regret in his eyes. He could be very mean if he gets interrupt. At this time , today , the children stay at their room , didn't come out , because they're afraid that their father would do it again. Agatha watch him , as he speaks to himself, in a diffrent language, he only understands and the eldrich terrors as well. It wasn't latain or some spell. While speaking he writes his words in an also unkown language of the paper before him on the table and drinks from his bottle with scotch. He didn't use a glass. Agatha sat herself to him on the table and watch him work. She trys to translate the words he's whispers and writes , but it was to hard for her. His eyes look at her for a moment and then he looks before him at the table. "Stygian," she hears him wisper , the word sounds soft out of his lips and has a comforting sound also. "Could you tell me please the meaning behind the word , father?," she asking him and hopes she didn't make him angry. He turn his eyes at her. "Sure , child," he answers . "It could at best translate as such as very dark." Agatha nods with the head and looks at the words at the paper again ,play with the thought to learn more words of this intersting language.