A LAST LETTER
FROM THE ULFÆ

Dear Tazio:

Ulfo here. I'm posting this letter to you your dellaTerra Spa web site to warn you about the greatest danger this world has ever endured, for which I am responsible.

Yes, I'm alive, in case you were wondering--at least as I write this letter. No telling what phase I'll be in when you finally see it. Present phase being my most pedestrian male self, waxing moon half full as I write this. I'll have to write fast, because as you know, in a few days I'll be a rutting beast and won't be able to.

It has been six years since we last killed each other, between My Demon-Self and your Urr-powers. Sorry about that, although I know you don't hold it against "me". We're both locked into our destinies.

I also know that your spirit went to Hell and made connections to defeat my Demon with that volcano, which pretty much swept away our wonderful old Villa della Strega in an explosion of hot lava. Shame about that, but at least you killed me right back.

I was proud of you, Tazio, you had done well.

Again, I am sorry that you had to be deluded into believing you had killed your entire family, but it was a requirement of The Game. By now you may have ascertained that Mariangela, Buffone and Jytte had in fact escaped. So I was the only one who actually died at that time, although I'm fine right now, thanks.

So you're probably wondering what happened after that: as My Demon, I could not escape the volcano, bound to my own dead Ulfo-body, which wasn't going anywhere. My corpse was consumed in the flames, as was the Demon's precious Hellbook, all was lost. The earthlevel existance of the Ulfæ, and my lunar curse, seemed to be ended after more than 200 years.

Although I've also died over 200 times under the Full Moon by now, haven't I?

But this time was different: I actually ceased to exist on Earthlevel for a while. My Demon returned to Hell, to the City of Hades, to the Court of Dis. Satan was not there-- because Satan was incarnate Earthlevel, as Yourself, as you probably know by now-- so My Demon resided there, calling Himself "Master". The other demons ignored my commands however, because they also called Themselves "Master" that's the Hell of it.

My Demon settled into the gory struggle for power that is the custom in Hell: the consuming of Pain. And I began to plot my revenge, not sure against whom. Time is different in Hell, as you know, and after an Eternity the Illusion of Hell fell away from me and I became alive again on Earthlevel. Time being different in Hell, it was actually juust two weeks after my death.

I had returned for the next New Moon, as the angelic Ulfa, of course.


My charred Ulfo-bones lay embedded in the then cooled and solidified lava that had boiled up out of the earth two weeks before, beneath the ruins of the Villa della Strega. It would seem to have been a permanent burial.

But the Moon could not be ignored, Godhood is unavoidable. What remained of my dead body transformed once again into the astral form of the angelic Ulfa, being more spirit than substance. And at the cosmic moment, passing transparently through tons of lava and stone and bricks, I arose. Levitating up out of the earth, until I was hovering over the moonlike landscape of lava that had previously been our villa, twirling under the Cosmos as I always do for the New Moon, worshipping the AAM and the AALL as I achieved Apotheosis.

And as always, I continued to transform into the Angel Ulfæon, whereupon I was reminded of the Great Cosmic Joke...anyway, I was back in the cycle as the wise male Ulfo, alive again, healed by the power of the AALL.

At that moment, of course, I knew everything that had happened, was happening, and would ever happen, and therefore knew what I must do. I walked down the hill to La Destinazione.

I was naked as I entered town, and altough I could have controlled people's perceptions even as you can, I didnt need to, since I went to the house of our mutual friend Sindaco, the mayor. He and his wife Rebecca were the only ones who knew about my lunar cycle.

I spent several days there, not wishing to travel in my holy phase, too busy enjoying being alive after having experienced what seemed to be a semi-eternity in Hell. La Destinazione is a nice town, nice people, and I took nature walks in the hillsides, reminiscing about the last 200 years in that area.

Everybody loved me as holy Ulfo, of course. But as the nights pass and the Moon waxes, I get a lot less holy, less loveable, visibly darker and hairier, until people can't help but notice. I would also became less patient with Sindaco and start lusting after Rebecca. It was best to move on, before I got into my "werewolf" phase, eventually becoming my evil Demon-Self under the Full Moon. I would be dangerous to my friends.

Fortunately I had some friends who could be equally dangerous. I went to Rome. Got a plane to California. From LAX to San Francisco, north to Marine County. Mill Valley. Evangeleva's house.

You don't know about Evangeleva yet, but you do know of her son: Immanuel. the 17th Incarnation of Christ; yes, your profecied adversary at Armageddon.

Actually, I hardly knew her myself, although I had met her twice. The first time rather intimately for one magical night in Jerusalem 22 years before you blew up our villa. when I fathered that holy child while in my most godlike male phase. Not really a virgin birth, but pretty cosmic anyway. The second time was at her house in California, where I first met our son Immanuel during his 12th birthday ceremony. Good kid, I liked him.

This third visit was arranged by Evangeleva and her angels. Their network is pretty effective, they knew what had happened and exactly where I needed to go. Upon arriving I was a week away from being either Godlike or Demonic, just like now, pretty much a normal human guy.

They threw a party. Avatars and Angels showed up. Some I had met before, others I had only heard of. They all knew about me, some even knew my destiny, of which I myself knew nothing-- since by then I'd already forgotten most of my wisdom. In fact, I'd even forgotten why I came there. I had a few drinks and tried to flirt with the Angel Dorothea, but she politely told me I was mated with Evangeleva, which was news to me.

Evangeleva is a high-powered avatar, seeming as magically high above me as my ascendant Ulfa does to others. She's divinely beautiful and thus rather intimidating for a "normal guy", so I was not expecting an invitation to father any more messiahs with her upon that occasion.

In fact, there wasn't any eroticism going on between any woman and me: I thought I was Mariangela's man, and Evangeleva was too Holy, Perfect, the Present Incarnation of the Virgin Mary. I was just her guest and not even sure why. She seemed to know, but didn't think to tell me.

At the party I'd been introduced to members of a commune called the Church of the Present Incarnation of Christ. Immanuel himself was not there this time, off sabotaging a nuclear powerplant in Washington State. He'd gotten political in his mid-twenties.

I knew Archangel Michael from last time I'd visited, him still incarnate as a gigantic Japanese Sumo Wrestler. Not that we were bosom buddies: he reminded me that they had a sturdy cell to contain the Demon when the time came. Which was fine, so I didn't need to worry about becoming dangerous to anyone.

So I could relax, be a tourist, free of all the responsibilities of my life in the Villa della Strega, since it was now gone. I liked Marin County. I'd loan one of Immanuel's motorcycles and cruise on down to Muir Beach and go swim naked with all the hippies. My hair was getting pretty long too, as was my beard, so I fit right in.

However, a couple of days later I'd be hairier than anyone else and people would be looking at me funny again. I didn't care. The last three days before the Full Moon are always a little weird.

I stayed out on the beach one night and watched the Moon, drooling, when some girl walked by. Had to have her. She ran, but I'm an Avatar, caught her, was about to tear her clothes off when Archangel Michael stepped out of the darkness. He cleared his throat and said it was time to go home. I went along, the guy weighs 600 pounds.

They took me to a commune up on Mount Tamalpias where I was shut into a compound made especially for me. They gave me food, drinks. They were nice, but I couldn't leave just now, they said. And on the last day they locked me into a cell deep underground. They left me alone down there over the night of the Full Moon, because they knew about My Demon.

My Demon figured they didn't know how much power it had at the apex moment, and it/I sent evil magic broadcasting out, just to do some harm to someone somewhere. But the cell was surrounded with Angelic spells that reflected the evil back at myself, which hurt enough to make it/me stop.

They let me out the next day. Now I was Ulfa the ugly and cranky, of course. Michael was there to supervise my release and I snapped at him for having locked me up. He said something rude and I knocked him down, which surprised him. Surprised everyone, they weren't sure if they should run from me or not.

But I just went to the garden and worked the earth, as I always do. I allowed myself to feel sorry about what an accursed life I lived, about the endless repeating patterns I was locked into, about what an ugly woman I was. For over 200 years, when would it end?


A few weeks later, once again in my darkening male phase, heading for the Full Moon, I decided to escape. Break the pattern.

I did. I left Evangeleva's one day, to go down to Muir Beach. And I hitched a ride back from the beach with a man who was driving to Nevada, so I just went along.

It was a set-up, the man was a Dark Templar, and he took me to Anton Artemis. I'd been expecting him to show up at some time, and I had nothing aginst meeting him--he is my father/son, you know. We had an entertaining evening in Las Vegas, winning everything in the casino.

But Anton is a bad influence, being The Most Evil Man in the World, and he got me drunk just as I was getting into Darkphase, as my powers of judgement were weakening. Then, just for fun, he got me in trouble with the local Mafia, and then I was on my own.

They almost killed me, I'm sure they would have if they hadn't been so unlucky as to try torturing me on the night of the Full Moon. My Demon revelled in revenge, they didn't have a chance. Fifteen Mafia thugs were found burned to ash the next day as an ugly troll-like woman shuffled out of town.

I could have returned to Mill Valley, but didn't. Evangeleva's people never found me--or they never looked for me, I couldn't tell. I went on a trip across America, doing miracles as My Holy Self and damage as My Demonic Self, for 3 years.

Sometimes I stayed in big cities, New York, Toronto, Mexico City. I'd establish an identity, get an apartment, become part of the local scene. Easy to do since money was never a problem.

But I'm not a normal man, and staying too long anywhere always ended up with people becoming aware that strange things were happening around me. Especially when the Demon was not being controlled.

I always tried to arrange to be locked away for the Full Moon, but sometimes circumstances worked against me and then it was too late, and the horror I become was loose in the crowded streets.

I tried to live like a hermit out in the woods, but people came by, there were incidents, and I'd end up running through the woods with a pack of sheriff's dogs tracking my trail.


Ended up raping a woman in a small town in Louisiana, deep into Darkphase. But I was stupid, naturally, and got caught by the police. They put me in jail 2 days before the Full Moon and kept me there.

"The Night of the Full Moon" is being made into a feature-length TV movie about a True Incident that nearly destroyed that very town, people got murdered, went crazy, things blew up. A Great Night in the life of My Demon, I'm sad to say.

They almost let me go--when the National Guard came in to take over the town they found Ugly Ulfa in the cell, and no one knew who she was. But the woman Dark Ulfo had raped had survived and she insisted that I had been a man two days before. Others backed her up.

The cell door was open as they argued, so I tried to escape. When I overpowered 10 soldiers, they shot me. I was taken in by the military.

Way in. Underground Government bunker. Parapsychological Weapon Research. Good scientists with Bad ethics. Just where My Demon wanted me to be.

I was observed, monitored by camera, kept in a bugged, reinforced cell even deeper under ground. The Moon keeps moving, they couldn't help but see what was happening. They got very excited.

Especially when I became One With God and flashed into pure white light and all their instruments quit working. I'd told them what I was, as Pretty Ulfa I like to talk, but they hadn't believed me.

As Ulfo the Wise I told them how to fix their instruments and improve their equipment. They took notes. I could have escaped at that time, they all obeyed me when I commanded, but I knew I had work to do there. I was in command for 3 days, then my authority just sort of faded away and I was a prisoner again. But they'd noticed how well I'd run the place while I was calling the shots. They took notes about Modernizing Military Procedures, sent them off to the Pentagon.

More scientists came to study me. I had to go through the cycle for them, since I couldn't stop it. They knew not to have anyone near me when I was My Demon-- I had warned them as Ulfo the Wise. But they saw it all on camera, My Demonic Glory. I gave them a show.

When I am My Demon I want One Thing Most of All; To Be Worshipped. And these scientists did, they worshipped me. All I had to do was exert lots of telekinetic activity, smashing things, blowing instruments, distorting tme and space, and they Loved me. They wanted to make me into a Weapon.

And that's just what I--rather, My Demon--wanted them to do.

Tazio, I don't need to tell you how confusing and conflicting it is to be a plaything of the moon, you've known me for most of your life. But in all that time I was more or less controlled by my Wiser Self, My Angel Ulfæon, who arranged for My Demon to be held in check by the spells laid in the zone around La Destinazione. Just as we were all protected from Anton by certain spells there, so were we also protected from the schemes of My Demon.

But when you destroyed the villa, the protective spells were also blown away, as My Demon had planned. And just as you were taken away by Anton, I was also taken away--it was the Demon's turn to sway the course of events, and "I" could do nothing to stop Him/It. These things had been arranged long ago.

So My Demon developed the Worldwar Cyberlink, ostensibly for the military authorities of several governments, but actually as his own program in the preparation of ARMAGEDDON. For 3 years I worked as their slave/master in that underground bunker, and none of them really knew who was in charge or what I was working on.

I wrote software to link up the ICBMs of every nation in the world for Instant Emergency Nuclear Strike Capability, with neither the cooperation nor agreement of the respective countries. The Americans thought they were online only with their NATO allies, but never knew that they shared the network with Russians and Red Chinese and everyone they considered possible enemies.

All of the Nuclear Warhead Missiles, Chemical & Biological Weapons, armies, navies, air forces, on the entire planet are connected by that Worldwar Cyberlink--to be launched upon an "emergency" command from whoever has the access code. And of course, only My Demon Self has that code. And a schedule to use it upon that day to be called Armageddon.


Once I had established the Worldwar Cyberlink programmed and made it ready to blow, My Demon was satisfied enough that I could finally leave that underground facility. The military staff of the Parapsychological Weapon Research Unit were not interested in releasing me, but as I became my radiant Ulfa-self they always fell in love with me and it was no problem to talk some young men into opening the doors for me, and take me on a date in Oklahoma City.

Not that Oklahoma City was especially a place I longed to be after 3 years as a military prisoner, but I love people when I am her, and so I stayed for three days, interacting with everyone I met. I may have made some major changes in the life of the town: arbitrated a gang war resulting in a peaceful resolution; enlightening the City Council in ways to solve their financial crisis; did a few healings in the hospital.

As I neared the final phase of holiness, I spent some time preaching a gospel of cosmic love in a negro church, had quite a following by the night of the New Moon. The congregation was very impressed when I finally levitated up into the sky and turned into light. Segueing into the Angel Ulfaeon and dispatching godlike wisdom. I know, that's old stuff to you, but it really affected those people, thousands of them. They started a new religious movement, discarding all the old traditional superstitious baggage of organized Christianity.

When I became human enough to make sense of things again, I found myself walking across Oklahoma, a wise-man wanderer on his way to the ocean. I knew I had to visit New York, but I can't remember now for what. I walked for three days for the joy of it, then ran out of cosmic patience and hitched the rest of the way in two days.

By the time I became my normal guy self again, Government Agents easily found me and took me back to their underground facility, which is where My Demon wants me to be anyway, tuning and refining the Worldwar Cyberlink. I escape every now and then, depending on my lunar phase, but I'm really the Demon's prisoner, not the Government's.

My Demon's intention is to destroy the world and thus win the Cosmic Game. Who has the power to stop him? Not me, obviously. Immanuel, perhaps, but he obeys the commands of his heavenly father, who also intends that the Cosmic Game be resolved so that a New Game can begin. That leaves you, Tazio.

I've learned that you are still wandering around the world by your self, sexless and emotionless, no longer creative and concerned with making the world a better place as you had been. Well, perhaps no one knows where you are, but I know where you'll BE at some point: Megiddo, Israel, for the Apocalyse.

And I know My Demon will meet you there. that seems to be inescapable. So I hope you can take action and stop me!

We both have our destinies to fulfill, and we both want to avoid them!

3R