Sunday, September 07, 2003

Memoirs of the Fallen (Epic Two)
Metamorphosis : Dawn of the Winged

I awoke the next day feeling refreshed and energized. Never have I once felt like this, I felt unchained and in control. As of then I resided in a deserted castle along the outskirts of Transylvania. The people there did suspect the lingering existence of vampirism within , but they feared for their own well-being than to charge in here. The decor was fit for the sovereign monarch. Such was the lavishness of the palace, and we lived as kings. It was not before long that I realised that I underwent some changes in my body. I developed a certain lust for blood, and the appetite was driving me to the brink of lunacy. To my horror, I was morphing during my hunger for bloodlust. Through the mirror I saw the Beast. And yes, I too developed huge, strong claws and protruding fangs that could tear metal as easy as I could with soft yet tender flesh.

It seemed Master Vlad understood my needs as an premature bloodsucker. He at once brought me an unwilling human prey for my consumption to quell the lunacy. With much delight I finished my meal with astonishing speed. During the next few weeks Master Vlad taught me the ways to enhance the potential powers already bestowed upon me by Him. To my gleeful surprise I uncovered the use of my bat-like wings, which opens up seven feet wide upon fully stretched. However to my dismay, it was not meant for extended use as my energy span in flight was extremely limited. Moreover, I discovered that any inflicted injuries upon my torso would recover almost instantaneously. Fire would also leave me unscathed, but I was to be mindful of an element to do no harm to normal humans: WATER. For water would incinerate my skin as fire would do with humans. Other than matters of that concern, we appeared to people in gentlemen-like behavior and posture, no bloodlust would therefore mean us being in humane form. I was harshly reminded to curb my desire to feast on the nearby village, in fear of a potential backlash from the monarch's forces if we did push our luck too far. Nevertheless, we were living in absolute luxury, enjoying the eternity of our lives. We were often bored as a result of over-procrastination. Hunting was therefore our most enjoyed sport, since it involved killing and bloodspills.

I had been rather unconcerned about mortal affairs lately. I had intended my reclusion from the petty humane realms ever since I renounced Ashcrofte. I did convince myself that my mentality did not change as of yet, my true nature had been apathy and lack of compassion. It was true that I was a selfish and incorrigible monster, just that the monster was not yet visible manifested to Man. Maybe that was ample explanation for me not attempting to escape from vampirism, it was My choice to step into this foul domain that all of humanity cursed at. Nevertheless I did not feel compelled to strike back at them. Sour grapes I presumed. I did not hold it against them for their foolish thoughts would only cancel them out when the Reaper comes for them. But alas, the Reaper could not touch us. I laughed in the face of death herself as even death was powerless against my new-found bloodline. The supreme bloodline, superior strength and wisdom. And that one day when our boredom did drive us insane, we would wipe out all human beings from the face of Earth. But then again, that would not be soon. Man were like flocks of sheep, it would be pointless to annihilate them, as that would only prove to be of our disadvantage. The screaming of fear excites our intent to kill, thus more satisfaction gained.

There came a time when my Master alias Mentor left the lands to travel on his own, leaving behind only a brief note expressing his concern for me to take care. It seemed that absolute reticence and lonliness crept into what's little left of my dark, dark heart. In the midst of my bewilderness I did mourn for the loss of poor Roan, but not with remorse. I had lost my emotions the very moment i desired for bloodlust. Thus since then I was reduced to nothing but an apathetic and distorted soul-less creature. A creature that acted not on rationale, but by instincts and the stomach cravings for the stench of death. Roan was thus regarded as having served his purpose in life for he was food for Master Vlad. This is the world where there is only survival of the most vile, and we were them. I cursed time as there were so much time yet so little things to do, a paradox for lowly humans that would sound. I enjoyed my life of luxury, sporting leathered apparels, smoking cigars, hunting and sipping of blood to enhance the atmospheric mood. I lived like a king and lived in palace similar to that of a king. There left my last earthly want, only my desire to pay a visit to my roots, to get a last glimpse of them, while I could. And so did I.

We are the things and shapes to come
Your freedom's not free of dumb
This depression is great
The deformation age
They'll know my name
Waltz into scum, and base a marriage of the pain

Surprisingly time passed like the flicker of flames. Nothing seemed to be able to stand the tests of time. The grand hall had been reduced to an unbearable state of wasteland. I was too late.My offsprings had died one after another shortly after I made my getaway. Those weak calflings did not deserve to inherit the first name of Ashcrofte. My wife was down-ridden with a perculiar disease and looked to be dying. My parents had by then gasped their last after hearing news of my unfilial actions. It was then did i realise my role to be the pillar of dependence in the Ashcrofte line. Ever since I betrayed them, they were no more. I betrayed their upbringing, and I betrayed humanity. And for all that I felt no sorrow. Beyond that I felt relieved. The days of their ruthless approach in my upbringing was brought to an end, by the Reaper that could never touch me and Master Vlad. With a sinister laugh, I stretched out my magnificent wings in full flight and flew back to Fortress Transylvania. From that moment thus forth, I was a creature who had lost all emotive abilities, acting on instincts and an insatisfiable fetish for blood.

Listening to... Korn - Did My Time

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