Twin Swords of Fate

[Rhadamanthys (DELETED 6453)]

Month of May, The Second Day: Year Undisclosed.


So it would appear that I am here, in this place. Alone. The darkness to comfort is a denial of evident truth. I cast no shadow in this place, and my limbs go numb with each rising sun. I do not remember much in the moments leading me to become what I am now. However, I know now that I can never leave this place. Like the City of Dis, I am damned here, like all of it's inhabitants. My life, my story, will I commit to paper. I have no expectation of any mortal finding these words, but even my deepest thoughts will be found though I have yet to understand my actions being committed to parchment. Somehow, I will make sense of my life here. Life.... that word sounds funny to me. I do not breathe, I feel no hunger save to feed on the humans which cross my path (for which, thankfully, I remain well fed ). I feel nothing... as if I were as empty as a void; devoid of sexual desire, no remorse and no joy. Such a thing as it was, feels like a freedom, yet this gnawing emptiness, like my new state of being, is alien to me. I've been, burned by the sun, stabbed, electrocuted and all seemingly never caused me more than momentary discomfort. What's stranger still, my flesh is as was the day I met my ignominious end here, as it were.

How I came to be here is something I am not so certain of. I knew that I was running away from something and someone. I know the family I left searches for me frantically, day and night. These streets talk like mindless whores between their nightly encounters, so I learned. Through them, I have seen Private Detectives asking questions and passing fliers. What fools these men are, to walk into a place where murderers, theives...Nosferatu roam like jaguars in the concrete jungle. Some that have come here have never left. I can surmise either they have met my fate or they were...butchered and thrown to sewers. Still, from a family who has moderate affluence, I know they search. I know they await to see me again. I know...that hell will have to freeze over and time undo itself for that to be possible. I give hope by allowing them to track my phone at night. Even though I new to the ranks of the damned here, I am fleet of foot and will only connect the phone for a moment to see what is going on in the outside world. Even though I have left it, I still manage to keep tabs upon it, for there is always an opportunity. Perhaps, I may infact just go and establish it when the time is right.

The sounds of the streets haunt me as the Little Taste still hovers over me. Somehow, I want to kill, but I never seem to need that much. I do, however, take to hunting the drug dealers for sport. They make fine prey items, and they serve to keep me sharp. The terror makes for an interesting scenario, though their fear doesn't move me to pity. Nothing does. Yet, killing only comes when I move to take these men for prey. I do not feel the urge to love, to hate even. Nothing moves me. I know only that the strong live and the weak, die; the weak become food for the strong. I am weak. I will not be food for another, in this place. Yea God, you have shut me out. That's fine, for I will endure eternally. Though Divine Power didn't Make me, Eternal yet, I will.

Abandon All Hope...Ye who enter here.