+ + + "We all are divided...The worst one- inner Division!"+ + +
~Outer fiends can only defeat what you already gave up on!~
+ EXARCH Violykan +
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The Dawn is near, it's the last time I can watch it...
I was bitten at Midnight...I thought Death took me...how wrong I was...in a sense I did die...now I am...something else...I was spared total oblivion...for what?! Roaming this accursed Land of Ever-Night and Bleak Moon?!
I guess I am what they call "turned one"...how sad...and to think that in the morning I was in the Church...Yes, I prayed for Immortality! But not this "mimed farce"!
Memories begin to fade...I slip in this new unholy transformation...
The last Image I can hold on to: 'The smell of fresh baked bread on the table. Soft tune of my Wife singing in the kitchen. The sound of sparkling log in the fireplace...distant echoes of farmers in the field...my village on the Hill of Roses...'
Please Heaven, don't take it from me...spare This Memory from dissolution!
I MUST RUN! Far away from here! They must never know what became of me...
Bright Dawn rising on the tiny village on the Hill of Roses...From a house nearby, bitter cries can be heard...a woman on the floor in the kitchen...beautiful as an Angel in flesh...tears streaming down her face like the morning dew...in her white hand she holds a letter...on the yellow paper can be seen words written in haste: 'Don't look for me...Your love will always be in my heart...By the Heaven's Grace we will meet again, in this World or the Next...'
Far from the Hill, in the dark forest...at the edge of the Village, a Figure can be seen blended with Shadows...from the Cloaked Head only two red eyes glow in utter darkness...the crimson gaze is directed toward a house, from which the woman's muffled cry can still be heard...the eyes seem to Glow bleaker...the sanguine light illuminates the white face of the creature...only barely...fresh tears fall on the decayed earth, some of it slide on his pale chest...where the last beat of the heart can be heard...
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