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As it turns out, one in fact should not believe everything they read. Especially vague prophecies regarding the offspring of vampires. As it turns out the father will not kill the child. The father will however attempt to suffocate the nearly dead former watcher who royally fucks the situation. Regrets, why yes, I have more than a few.
Allowing Connor to be abducted into a hell dimension?
Yes.
Betrayed by that whore Justine and having my throat slit?
Yes.
Ostracized by all of my friends, the only people in the world I trusted?
Yes.
Uncorking this bottle of twenty five year old scotch and drinking straight from the bottle?
No.
Drinking it seems is the one activity left for me to enjoy without repercussion. The booze may burn on the way down which should make a nice metaphor regarding my future fate. Of course staring at the ceiling leaves precious little time for contemplating life metaphors regarding the traditional christian vision of heaven and hell. Hell is a real place, and I'll have my fair share of company when I arrive. Justine, Angel, my Father. All the usual players in this game I thought was a life.
Where did that fucking bottle go?
Allowing Connor to be abducted into a hell dimension?
Yes.
Betrayed by that whore Justine and having my throat slit?
Yes.
Ostracized by all of my friends, the only people in the world I trusted?
Yes.
Uncorking this bottle of twenty five year old scotch and drinking straight from the bottle?
No.
Drinking it seems is the one activity left for me to enjoy without repercussion. The booze may burn on the way down which should make a nice metaphor regarding my future fate. Of course staring at the ceiling leaves precious little time for contemplating life metaphors regarding the traditional christian vision of heaven and hell. Hell is a real place, and I'll have my fair share of company when I arrive. Justine, Angel, my Father. All the usual players in this game I thought was a life.
Where did that fucking bottle go?