Journal Entry - April 1884
I will kill him.
The truth has now been revealed - the circumstances of my birth which have plunged me into the vagaries of the shadow is no mere coincidence. Perhaps it is fate, the hand of Kalesta, moving across my life which has placed the Monster and my family within orbits of each other. I do not know why we have been fated to intertwine, only that such has occurred for far, far, too long. I am uncertain if I am relieved or horrified to discover that the matter of my birth was more liken to a cooking incident than some grand tragedy. The moment which caused my birth has shaped every day of my life and every night within it, forever changing the course of my fates and futures. Those circumstances of birth have shifted the stars in the firmament with such permanence that I cannot wholly fathom what live looks like beyond it. Once it is done, once the monster slain, will I set down the armor of this crusade? Can I live some normal life once it is done, or will the hunger that haunts me every night be my companion for the rest of my days?
Waking up to the sound
Sirens screaming aloud
So disoriented how’d this happen
These buildings are crumbling down
Hear everyone panic
This monsters gone manic
Pray somethin can to turn this around
My life is in ruins
I’m feeling so useless
Can’t even get off the ground
I can feel it again. I can feel phantom claws along my back and driving themselves into my mind. To hunt. To kill. To feed. As much as I know the monster I hunt, how long until the monster is me? How long until they see me for the charlatan I am, wearing a mask made of faces during every day?
I try to distract it through the fighting, the scant bits of... food... I give it. In music and joy and the touch of skin, but it is like a vessel with a hole in the bottom that I can never fill. I write, to try and focus myself, penning words that no one will ever see and lyrics I doubt I would ever give to Cardinal to sing.
I’m calling all heroes
Legends and stars
Anyone listening just open your heart
I’ve got to do something
I wish I were strong enough to see
A hero in me
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Sentinel
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Fire
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Untitled
11 May 2023 03:18:49
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Unmasked
11 May 2023 11:53:15
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Hanging in the balance
22 May 2023 02:45:12
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Two lives
10 Jul 2023 09:18:33
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A Fall of Sorts
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Scars Unseen and Unsaid
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Old Company
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Control
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Journal Entry - April 1884
I will kill him. The truth has now been revealed - the circumstances of my birth which have plunged me into the vagaries of the shadow is no mere coincidence. Perhaps it is fate, the hand of Kalesta, moving across my life which has placed the Monster a...
11:11 pm - 29.04.2024Untitled - Brief
The words rolled around his mind like some living serpent as he slipped, silently, back into the streets. He needed the mask. He needed to feel the world racing under him as he flew from rooftop to rooftop. He needed to feel the now comfortable weight ...
03:38 am - 18.02.2023The Hunger
[i]It's feeding time in the jungle, jungle The cold streets, ya, they come alive Ain't a time to be humble, humble 'Cause only the strong survive The nights, out here I'm starving just to feel inspired The fights, my fears Tonight I won't be deni...
02:19 am - 06.02.2023Perfectly un/happy
CW: Implied thoughts of Suicide The plan had been simple. Vodacce and the people there had set him on the path with the skills he would need to hunt from the shadows. The monster that laid the curse on him was out there in the shadows somewhere and...
02:18 am - 27.12.2022Easier to Run towards the Ashes
[i]It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something numb It's so much easier to go Than face all this pain here all alone[/i] Dona was charming, skilled, and social. Of course she would find him. The words, themselves, were benign - [i]the l...
02:06 pm - 08.12.2022Mother
"I hope whoever she is is proud of you, that person you lost." In an instant he was not the wild vagabond, leaping from roof to roof and swinging down into danger at a single moment's notice. He was a small boy in a mask, doing as all small boys do - ...
01:38 pm - 05.12.2022Promises I can't Keep
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