What You Thought was Truth is Falsehood...
My retracted thoughts don't matter. It has became like a game to us. This world has its strings pulled, and not one soul is wary. What has became of this night? Has it disintegrated before me? Each day I spend between the waking and dream world. Neither is preferable. Why? Have I grown tired of life? Not even close. My position in this dream is fermented, and I cannot be displaced. You are nothing more than a visitor, and I but a guide. I've given my life for my work...have you? I didn't think so. You need to listen to me. What is spreading across this forsaken land is hidden beneath the skin. These beasts, you can't see them with your eyes. At least on the outside. They exist in the region few can frequent, the place where we speak within our dreams and nightmares. You are weak to me, now. I have all the time in the world to discuss what really matters. Beasts, and the complete eradication of them. There's nothing you can say. They are below us. They're scum, preying on the townfolk, can't you understand this? It does not matter if you hear me, for I know fully what they are capable of. Murder, and nothing more. They crawl and drink blood, the mere things they are interested in. Death is the only suitable means for them, and burning their corpses after.
That fool thought he was bringing about some miracle. The old blood starts in the blood, and works its way outward. It cripples what was once your human facilities, replacing it with disgusting abominable thoughts. We are not the madmen they make us out to be. We are saints, protecting the flock, killing what might harm them. There is no need to frown upon what we do. We trap them in a nightmare to our liking and give the bastards what they want. Hellfire, brimstone, a gruesome burial. That's what the beasts really need. They want nothing more but a silver bullet to end their misery. Oh, and what? We are their kin? Maybe so, but we have not lost their mind as they have. Where our brains are lined with eyes, they fail to see through them. Madness is inviting to us, and a hostile haven at best for them. What fools they clearly are. Giving into what that darned pauper said, claiming it to be an answer to ascend. No, it brought you further into the ground. You are an idiot, Saint Laurence, as you've always been!
This letter was written in black blood ink. I've dined with the most terrifying of monsters. Be them Gods or Demons is not up for us to debate. Leave that to them, all they ever seem to do is think! I'll be waiting here, if you can truly find me. I've taught him, and I could teach you! Should you be of any use to me is up for you to decide. He....he is my portal, into your demented world, that makes my plane of existence seem peaceful, if only melancholy. We will discuss the end, then the beginning, then the end again. Won't it be great, for you and I to finally get to know each other personally? Obviously, you care, correct? Whatever shade I may be is up for you to decide. I'm seen by your eyes in daylight and moonlight, changing form only if you would allow it. How I love to have made contact with you, as we are of the same kin. We will see this through, as blood, however be it new.
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