The wicked and the forsaken, the lost and the damned, the wiseman and the thinker, the near-emotional death one, a cold-blooded killer, a parasite living over the life of others, a predator of the night, the night lord, the vessel of unknown powers, the mixed bloodline, the heir to a secret divinity's religion...
Many things, expressions or descriptions could fit me, some self-inflictd, some gave by others. I do not think all of these are true, or at least not always. When I was first brought back it was like a drug, something addictive as the cursed blood flew strong within me. But with age and reason comes maturity, a fledgeling no more. An elder ? Perhaps not in body but in wisdom and life experience perhaps...
Yet the bloodline isn't entirely awake, or perhaps I am developping a different one ? Was I the vessel of a new one ? I share similarities with my sire yet I do not have all of her powers. But at the same time I developped new ones as well. I am at the brink of celerity, it even happened to me during unatural adrenal rushes. Obfuscation is but partial, but I hold the power to make my reflexes more keen, more swift and to bring power to my body by redirecting my blood reserve. I can reshape myself and feel at ease in these new forms, I can summon the childrens of the night as well... What else remains to be discovered after all these experiences ?
My sire and myself seems to be growing more appart as time goes, I am less and less around, and she's barely seen. The never ending eternal bound does not seems as strong as it once was. What once was mistaken for a twisted love by a young fledgeling mind now see what it always was, sire and child, a somewhat incestuous patern that was soon broken by a freedom of the human's body desires and a lack of blood flowing to awaken the lust. How would a creature such as myself would reverberate and transport these pulsions and tensions ? With cold wicked primal lusts for the hunt, for the blood, for the very second a warm body is felt in my grasp, to steal away the life that once was mine...
I muse if this feeling is indeed a lust, or might it be jealousy ? Does our negative energy oriented lifestyle has us hate, or loom over the living ? Is it to injure that we seek, or to regain, even if for a brief second what once made us breath and live ? Perhaps the true masquerade isn't the hiding or the mystification, but our very existance. Boredom is after all a deadly ennemy, it has even the wisest of vampire remove himself from his retreat and dare to show his nose within a mile of a civilisation. Perhaps I am feeling such, after living so intensely and with so many people over my charge, it might explain my desire to lurk over the shadows close to a city who once felt like some sort of home.
Paternity... a child sired before my turning, thus never knowing its living father. An odd moment that night was, but very intense as well, like if it was fated to happen. Discord speaks of destiny and of timeline disorders and everything, she says she lived such and saw a terrible futur, even still having brought back a terrible artifact from it. The Lance of Longinus, a God killer, the one who, supposedly, had Annika pinned over a wall in the ruins of Babylon, unable to move or truely live until freed. I can'T really doubt her words, seeing the offered proof and the fact I once lived an alternate reality experience... But enough about such, what about my little sunshine ? Harmony, the freedom offered to Discord, the rope that saved her from decaying and falling from grace, the destructed world shall never happen... or so we think. But at the same time that little thing, now able to talk and make her own steps brings an odd feeling within me. Is it really a feeling or the instinct to preserve, to sruvive and to defend the bloodline ?
After the destruction of our continent, after Loiam's death and my own, I thought the Dawnlight line was extinguished. But destiny seems to always have its own plans, and it is within Harmony. Harmony lived her first months, almost her first year in Castle Lamia with myself and Ætheos, but since its destruction, she onces more live with her rightful mother, who now does not seek to go down over the Lower Planes anymore, who found back what once charmed me when I was mortal... What a strange relationship we had, how strange it developped, I always was a mess in love's affaire, especialy since Mebriewel, all too laughable now... At least I have the last laugh, not that I laughed when I was drowning in my own blood.
What do you say my dear ? How do you see and have seen our times togheter, what hide your heart and mind ?
_________________ "Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour".
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