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>> Prelude <<
Not fifteen minutes has passed since you left me sitting here pondering this very bold request of me. Not ten minutes has passed since I last held and touched you, and not two after that did I fall from Rerik’s grace.
No, this is not true, I did not fall from his grace; I spat in his face and let the interminable rage consume all that I once stood for.
Wait, this still isn’t right. As I hold this plume and hear its crisp sounds as gracefully dancing words made of the same jet black darkness as my heart, I realize this. So much has happened and it is an inconceivable notion that it all happened in but a matter of minutes. Perhaps I have been in the black shrouds of life to long, and the ebony bonds that so fervently hold my heart have in some twisted way perverted my once infallible since of time.
Yes, this must be the answer, slowly have I been withering away like slime from a snail oozing off behind it to never be cared about again, I am slowly oozing away from life. Does she care though? I think not, everyone comes and goes, why would she care? Why would either of them care? It has been many millenniums. Sixteen to be exact, since I last held you and but a scat moment after, since I tore down everything I so worked to build.
Now here I am sitting so intrigued by the words that spout out of my mind and onto this simple piece of parchment carefully protected through the ages. When we were young you said to me, you wanted to know everything about me. I had declined of course for reason that you were weak and I couldn’t let my enemies or ambitious plebian getting a hold of my sacred text and finding some hidden ailment buried within the legion upon legions of carefully written syllables.
Now however, a certain and curious thrill arcs through me as words spill out so easily like the blood of these petty creatures called humans. Do not get me mistaken; I do not put them down with trivial insult to ascend my own position in life. No, not that, I know I am above them. There is no disputing that; all of my generation was above these creatures that so reek of bile.
Clare you implored me all those centuries ago to tell you of my life, you beseeched me to pour out the contents of my hollow and empty life to you. In truth though I haven’t the faintest clue where to begin, for surely there are not enough trees in the world to make paper out of to tell my tale. Besides that, Xavier would be at my throat if he found out I was cutting down his precious tree for my own petty story.
Yes, my story is petty, and it is no nighttime story for infants. This is a twisted tale of cruelty, deceit, terror, rage, depression, and death. So much death, a whole generation brought to its knees by bloody and sinister hands to sate one’s boredom. Please, again, do not misinterpret me, for I do not regret this or even feel the slightest bit of sorrow or remorse for my role in this massacre.
The only thing I feel anymore is the cold grips on my heart whispering my damnation in my ears. As I think back on my life I see just how petty it really was. Everything I did was for naught and made no real difference. Such whimsical thoughts used to travel through my head, but now I see they were all just foolish manifestations of my selfish and ignorant nature. What a fool I was, what a conceited fool I am for going on and on about myself. I do not care though, writing these thoughts send such a shallow thrill through me. I pour my guts out like vermin trying to puke up the poison.
Enough of this mindlessness though, I will take you back many a century, or millenniums—I’ve lost track of that date so far back in my life. I will tell you of my life. I will make you understand who I am and shed light to your dim-witted brain. I will let you into the head of Lazian, the fallen bringer of despair.
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