[[Requiem-Sarafim]] A Moment of Lucidity
Where am I? I thought I heard a sound the other day. I could not tell if it was the sound of metal scraping on metal or a rodent.
How long have I been out? Am I still 22 years into my embrace? How many deathdays have passed?
Am I still dreaming? No, I believe my thoughts are collected for a moment's time. Blessed moment of peace and lucidity. Are you more of a tribulation by taunting me with what I could have if these dreams did not plague me?
I wonder if Christopher died. My Knight, my love. He would have stormed the castle to save me.
I wonder if Gazember died. My Rogue, my delicious fiend. He does not care for which dragon he must slay to keep what is his.
I did not expect them to die, but I am not surprised. In a world of darkness, there are no innocents, and there is none who are safe. I know this truth now - no matter what you cleave to from your mortal world, even familia, is an illusion.
The only ones I am certain will survive are December and Father General. Albeit for different reasons, no matter what happens, they will remain.
Will I die still knowing of Longinus? Or will the dreams take my knowledges in confusion by the time I am removed from this state?
The Testament does not speak of Purgatory but Hell for the Damned. But, I know I am in Purgatory - a state of in between while I pay for the sins of having Faith.
I wonder if Joan of Arc in Faith or Helen of Troy as a Muse would have had this problem as a vampire.
I feel the dreams overtake me, as I drift back to sleep. Should I fight them for a moment's peace, or face them steadfast and unafraid? I will sleep...for now.
How long have I been out? Am I still 22 years into my embrace? How many deathdays have passed?
Am I still dreaming? No, I believe my thoughts are collected for a moment's time. Blessed moment of peace and lucidity. Are you more of a tribulation by taunting me with what I could have if these dreams did not plague me?
I wonder if Christopher died. My Knight, my love. He would have stormed the castle to save me.
I wonder if Gazember died. My Rogue, my delicious fiend. He does not care for which dragon he must slay to keep what is his.
I did not expect them to die, but I am not surprised. In a world of darkness, there are no innocents, and there is none who are safe. I know this truth now - no matter what you cleave to from your mortal world, even familia, is an illusion.
The only ones I am certain will survive are December and Father General. Albeit for different reasons, no matter what happens, they will remain.
Will I die still knowing of Longinus? Or will the dreams take my knowledges in confusion by the time I am removed from this state?
The Testament does not speak of Purgatory but Hell for the Damned. But, I know I am in Purgatory - a state of in between while I pay for the sins of having Faith.
I wonder if Joan of Arc in Faith or Helen of Troy as a Muse would have had this problem as a vampire.
I feel the dreams overtake me, as I drift back to sleep. Should I fight them for a moment's peace, or face them steadfast and unafraid? I will sleep...for now.