Entry 4.5: Ȃ̸̹f̵̪̖͈̈́̈́͝f̶̛̗̄r̶̙̤̅͆̾o̵̟̍̇̚n̴͚̆̚t̵̡̫̰͊̀ ̸̞̟͖̂̚t̴̹͎̏̃ò̴̢ ̵̮̃t̶̻͆̚͝h̸̼͠e̵̲͛́ ̵̜̈̂Ǵ̸̟̎ǒ̵̧͎̂̚d̸̯̜͎̂̍s̷̡̤͠

[This part of the entry is written in Infernal]
I had a nightmare that I was in a blizzard. It was so hard to see and it was white, everything was white. A voice called out to me through the storm and it was familiar and its sound so cold that it made the blizzard feel like the gentle heat of a hearth. He said his name was Levistus. I don't know what he looks like but I swear there was a dreadful feeling of being perceived coming from the glacier I could barely make out in the distance. I don't know why he is helping me.
 
[This part of the entry is written frantically in Abyssal]
He doesn't have any business with me, unless he did in my past? If I owed him something, he wouldn't have told me where I could seek out help, would he?
He told me what the letter meant, so I should be grateful, right? He wasn't lying about that.
 
He has to be lying that I am an affront to the Gods. I didn't scorn them in my past life, did I?
I'm not a monster. I wasn't always like this. Is this the reason why I am like this? No. I shouldn't trust the devil's tongue when referring to the Gods.