The smell of night

To be free of mortal threads yet locked in a frame of cold matter animated by the spirit of darkness is to live a paradox. Destroy this vessel and my souls sinks into the depths of hell like a waterlogged corpse. Is this true eternity watching my back in fear of those I can not deceive. It's simply an extension of life payed for with my very soul which by it's essence and proved by the ghosts only we can see was eternal all along, I am simply the victim of a fools wager. It was perhaps my predatory instinct that fueled my quest to roam the night and possibly the very reason I was turned and not destroyed like thousands before me. Yet the chase is one sided they never see us coming and few escape to tell the story. The ones that do waste away in filthy madhouses in urine stained nightshirts begging for someone who is feeble minded enough to believe in dark fairy tales. I tire of the hunt and seek the challenge that only few mortals can give a preternatural hunter.....some men rise high enough to make all other humans seem as primates by comparison.


She can feel my presence, she knows someone is watching her. Her mind is quick, her reflexes cat like and she can see the truth of life beyond the veil of deception Lucifer has used to obscure the divine truth in all Mankind. She knows the folly of life and seeks to cut the strings that guide our destiny in the service of entertaining the old gods. All the world is indeed a stage, we are jesters in service of the lords of creation. Freewill was the best plot device ever devised or the illusion of it as we know it...someone got a promotion for that brilliant idea, yet still it made the others jealous and gave the human odyssey a perfect twist. We are here only because the experiment brought fourth chaos that pleases those engorged by predictability. Yet they understand we are a danger to the very threads of their existence...we are contraband sold in the dark alleys of Olympus. There are those who would see us destroyed and indeed have tried....but the dark lords can not risk losing such a profit as the drug called mankind offers and our existence is protected by divine vice. Her disdain for the dangling monkeys dancing for food leads to lonely torment.....only the occasional empty satisfaction of her lurid adventures gives her reason to consume and live. Hedonism is the domain of extremes only those idiotic enough not to know better and those enlightened enough to see the futility of life venture there. She is sex, she swims in flesh and feasts on the forbidden. I desire her like no other is it the challenge, the hunger, or love that motivates me....perhaps love is simply hunger. I hesitate only because it would be a true sin to deprive the world of her flame, and the selfish rapture of watching it consume others....perhaps I am no different than the gods we amuse.

To be continued....