Chapter Twenty Two
some shall depart from the faith, giving heed to seducing spirits, and doctrines of devils;
I Timothy 4:1
October 8th 1874,
October 8th 1874,
The storm raged as it chose its first prey. I followed as it pursued the village woman to the edge of the waters; I reveled as it tore her limbs from her torso one by one, leaving her living head to witness its own beating heart ripped from her breast. What pleasures there are to be had in destroying without consequence.
October 9th 1874,
A surge of power alighted my body as the creature ripped the throat from the last of the children, then howled with delight at the destruction that it had wrought. I felt the demon’s pleasure and I knew it had enjoyed the suffering infinitely more than the kill itself... as do I.
October 10th 1874,
The end is at hand and I shall be victorious. There is one left, one small gypsy girl who shall reveal the monster behind the devastation. This one, this girl, shall deliver the beast, who is the man, to the villagers and the fair Dianna to me. Tonight shall be my last hunt with the thing that shall soon lie dormant once more and the man that shall die at the hands of his friends and family. Victory is mine forever; I will no longer flee from those who do not see the truth of my ways. I will no longer allow others to drive me from my home. Too long have I allowed the weak minded to have their way. I was driven from my rightful home once, I should have made the villagers pay for their insolence long before I left, but they paid none the less.
October 11th 1874,
My triumph is at hand. Today the holy white orb shall rise in the sky before the first hint of dusk and the beast shall arise while inside their most sacred of places... church. Once they have slain the creature inside their own sanctuary Dianna shall lose herself and I shall be the one to catch her. Using the dormer brew to inhibit her, no physician shall be able to awaken her from her slumber. Then when all have failed to awaken my lady I shall slip her the wakening along with the enslaver to bind her to me forever. Her family and the townsmen shall believe that it was our love that has broken the accursed affliction, restoring her to health, and shall be so grateful for freeing her from death’s icy grip that I shall forever be worshiped among them. It shall make them believe. She shall not fight me. We shall be one... forever.