Angelic Therapist - A.k.a Hardest Job EVER!

"So, another day in the city of Infinitum. Patiently I wait for him. The man who will save my life. His name is Chronias. This time, I, Eclipse, as a god of therapy, have made the call for an emergency situation. A shell is walking along on the streets these days. His name is also Eclipse."

Western pauses for a moment. He clearly has an issue with continuing on this route. Time is bending all around them as he speaks, he realizes, as things morph and shift. It's... a lot scarier than he thought. Eclipse had warned him that this would happen and explained it in "excruciating" detail. He thought he would be able to handle this. He mutters lightly under his breath.

"Sonngrad, Eclipse... lords of all, guide me to the end of my journey. Guide me to becoming a true chronicler."

He clears his throat and continues on with his little excerpt. The one he was forced by his partners to fully memorize. "Why was I told to make this under my breath?" he wonders as he finally prepares himself fully to mention this.

"This Eclipse is an evil shell. An ouroborrooosss? Yes, I think that's the term. Ouroboros. Snake eating its own tail. However, shockingly enough, this shell is a SECOND TWILIGHT SHADE. This is something that should truly be impossible..." When those words are spoken, the shade vanishes from Western's view. All according to plan. However, plans don't always happen that way when it comes to the magic of the mind. Western could never have understood what would happen to him next.

Boom. Crack. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Before he could even think about it? Western was dead. The two people he trusted most had just killed him behind his back. He knew it. He knew they had it.. inn... for... him?

With that thought he was safe again. Laying down in a cozy little building with a warm lantern glow. Everyone rushed to his side. Chronias, Scratch, Eclipse, AND his greatest love Sonngrad. All there again. Well... "What the HELL was that bafoonery!? WHAT KIND OF TRICK WAS THAT YOU DISGUSTING CAVE WORMS!?" Wordlessly, the touch of Sonngrad's paw upon his own crimson scaled hand was all he needed to decide, that after looking in her eyes and getting a nod from one of his lovers, he took a deep breath and decided to give this a chance before trying to kill them all.

"Listen... You did everything you needed to Western. Welcome to the Club. You're a new Angelic Therapist. A Chronicler."

Career

Qualifications

Must have been a therapist in life or have provided exceptional contributions to the field of neuroscience for the damned. So, deemed by lord titan of Infinitum, Calypso.

Career Progression

Angels can begin the journey from the moment they step into the infinite paradiso of Infinitum City. One must only pledge themselves onto lord Calypso so that he may provide information to them. It may feel as though one is "scouting a mark" in terms of the fact that one in his ultimate of positions may transmit the thoughts of the "mark" to the therapist in order to further help in their research and development of a healthy mind. In some extreme cases, such as with those tales of reforming the infamous Twilight Shade Eclipse, more drastic measures are taken. A therapist may be assigned a mark of helping to treat another therapist in a co-operative sense. The idea is that they can come together, and sometimes even marry each other without knowing that lord Calypso is the one bringing them together. At least not fully. The science of neuro-control is EXTREMELY delicate. The only thing a therapist can do through manipulation is provide suggestions to the subject for them to process as they see fit.

If a mark is considered as "redeemed" then the title of therapist will be properly bestowed upon the subject in question. Often times this can include mathematical proofs of high concepts that appear fantastical in nature when in reality, through infinite beings such as The Twilight Shade or Calypso himself, the only thing that may seem impossible is the curing of the ultimate of plagues of the mind. Psychosis. We assure you however, WE HAVE FOUND A CURE. Only that it will ALWAYS take time for a cure to be accepted. Far more time than any treatment could have ever taken.

We encourage those looking to become a therapist of angels to study RIGOROUSLY. This is truly THE MOST DANGEROUS JOB OF ANY OF CALYPSO'S CHILDREN. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. ONLY PROCEED WHEN YOU TOO HAVE FULLY UNLOCKED THE REACHES OF THE MIND AND HAVE CALYPSO'S APPROVAL TO PROCEED. DEMONS WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED AS PROPER THERAPISTS AND WILL BE PUNISHED ACCORDINGLY SHOULD THEY ATTEMPT ANY MATHAMATICAL PROOFS UNADVISED.

Payment & Reimbursement

They are rewarded apparently with nothing but further ascension and/or fulfillment in their eternal lives. This tends to be what Chronias fails to understand about the job. I, Lord Titan Calypso, have deemed that you cannot do this job for personal reasons. So why does he INSIST on forming personal bonds with his mark!? Wait a moment... did he somehow make me unaware of his mark!? SOMEONE GET ON THAT ROGUE NOW!

Other Benefits

Chronias... YOU WILL PAY!