Have We Truly Forgotten?
For a creature such as me, the moon is always waning. Humanity wanted me to feel alone. Now, each day, more and more, I record the measure of my affliction. Perhaps I was one of the first, but, now, it doesn't matter. What animosity I spread is a mark of ferocity, the ballad of a beast. I'm not exactly a werewolf, but more a former human who has transcended mortality. A beast, tried and true, destined for infamy. Struggling with my own existence, I hope that all can learn from my lessons. Never forsake what you are. One day, you could be like me, a monstrosity.
People are my prey, both beastly and not. Humans are food, and a forgotten image from the past. They are my foes, the ones who seek to kill me. So I....slaughter them. Each and every single being. None can love me. All can hate me. We are bitter enemies. Only a predatory being can appreciate these words. I speak truth to those who are unwilling to hear. I am your Godly created enemy, the beast from the eastern lands, destined to curse those who are weak. What have they told you? Have they brought forth proof of their innocence? Perhaps they have spiked your blood with my disease? To hell with it. You are just as damned as I am. The only difference is that you are oblivious to being my kin. To destroy you as an opponent does not mean you haven't shared my chalice, but simply that you wanted more. Pity does not belong to you. Be gone. Be gone, from my eyes and my mind. Let me hate you so I do not show any weakness. If I am to destroy you, I cannot feel these vague glimpses of love that still haunt my soul. Despite my lineage, I still have my soul. Drinking blood and eating meat has not done away with my former self. He is the one who hates you, not I. We are a conflicted pair. A human soul and a beastly one. We are the fusion of an experiment gone wrong. Like all curses, I was sent by a creator who felt defied. Defiance is a instrument of death to the powerful. He has stoked me into a frenzy. Will I ever be truly free?
All of these things that I have said are not valid unless I shed thy blood. I do not want your pity, nor do I want your love. Hate me for the monster I am, and feel sorrow for what I could have been. I am the one you love to hate, devil incarnate. Blame me for your injustice, even if you did it to yourself. When I finish this manifesto, I will go back to battling with my insanity. The screams of the deceased pin me to this Earth. They are perhaps victims of mine....why wouldn't they be? Your manmade demons are all that keep you from ownership of your sin. It was my fault, not yours, as always, correct? No, you are the makers of your own demise. If I destroy each of you, it's because that is what you really wanted. Don't curse me, heathen. You are the heretic, as I never denied my fate. I'll forgive you, even as my claws rip you to shreds. What little we have in common now is purely psychological. Our orders are pseudo-social. The king of our chain is also your king. How much we have forgotten about where we all came from. Even in my ravings I am above creation, as I am someone who does as his Lord says. Obedience is the hallmark of superiority, not pride. Death to the proud, and blessings to the meek. Why must I be the one to tell you this?
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