No longer a man
*Entirely internal monlogue this time. Reflections from a completely insane creature.*
They run from battle. All of them. Those who call themselves warriors tonight have seldom bled. They do not understand why we are called the Vampyr. They seek to leash their beast, to trap it behind bars and only unleash it when convenient. But we ARE the beast! We are the untamed monsters of this night! We cannot be controlled, we cannot be tempered, we cannot be restrained if we do not allow it. They do not understand. None do. None save one, perhaps, and she has no interest in me. Has had no interest in me in quite some time.
Her childe does not understand, though I think he will with time. He believes that they hold my leash, but he is wrong! WRONG! They restrain me by giving me death. They allow me to stalk, to hunt and to kill without recourse. None restrain the Hound, they simply point out the targets. I control them as readily as they believe they hold me. How often have I killed to feel the rage of death only to have them brush it over? How often would She say that what I was doing was mad, that I was a beast that would need to be put down soon... only to have Him defend me. I was His Hound. And he knew my power even then... knew the hold I had on the Hunters. He needed my children and so he needed me... but oh how he hated in me. In secret! In secret he and the other two would plot... would scheme to remove me. Fools! FOOLS! I cannot be removed. I may not fit the time, may not have fitted the time of my birth, but I am as unstoppable as the flood!
The flood... the torrent of blood that will wash away all things. I will consume them...
One night I will consume them all...
They run from battle. All of them. Those who call themselves warriors tonight have seldom bled. They do not understand why we are called the Vampyr. They seek to leash their beast, to trap it behind bars and only unleash it when convenient. But we ARE the beast! We are the untamed monsters of this night! We cannot be controlled, we cannot be tempered, we cannot be restrained if we do not allow it. They do not understand. None do. None save one, perhaps, and she has no interest in me. Has had no interest in me in quite some time.
Her childe does not understand, though I think he will with time. He believes that they hold my leash, but he is wrong! WRONG! They restrain me by giving me death. They allow me to stalk, to hunt and to kill without recourse. None restrain the Hound, they simply point out the targets. I control them as readily as they believe they hold me. How often have I killed to feel the rage of death only to have them brush it over? How often would She say that what I was doing was mad, that I was a beast that would need to be put down soon... only to have Him defend me. I was His Hound. And he knew my power even then... knew the hold I had on the Hunters. He needed my children and so he needed me... but oh how he hated in me. In secret! In secret he and the other two would plot... would scheme to remove me. Fools! FOOLS! I cannot be removed. I may not fit the time, may not have fitted the time of my birth, but I am as unstoppable as the flood!
The flood... the torrent of blood that will wash away all things. I will consume them...
One night I will consume them all...