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These modern nights are difficult to fathom. People have lost touch with their nature. They call this living. They do work for paper instead of hunt. They sit and do this thing I am doing on their machine making letters and numbers appear and call it work. The use machines to travel, to make their food, to do everything for them. They have grown soft and the fittest survive alongside the weakest.

I don't understand this world. I don't understand these people.

I hope the vampires are not as watered down from their origins as the humans have become.

My brood grows. One broke the Masquerade. Hard lessons learned early prevent harder lessons coming later. I have no regrets. It will save trouble later down the line. She lives to learn the consequences. She will be more careful. I think Jose needs to learn a different sense of fashion. I have noticed the garb he has chosen for me does not seem to fit in many places. Perhaps the higher elements of society should be where I look for inspiration.

I think I will ask one of the other members of my brood rather than rely on my criminal thrall.

The blood, it sings, a haunting melody uttered in otherworldly voices cast upon a starlit and moonless sky.

A lure, a chain a snare, all within a drop.

The gods must have their fill. They demand it with their silence. The family grows but the torrent has slowed to a trickle.

Blood must flow to once again open the floodgates.

It is time to hunt.

Everything we love must eventually fall. There is nothing but dust and shadows to-be in this world.

Life is smoke and mirrors.

Once again the visions have started. It has been a long time since the Smoking Mirror has given me his gifts to see into the what will be. Right now they occur only when torpid. They started this way before. It seems the longer I am out of the fade the faster those powers I had lost return to me. Is this coincidence that it comes on the heels of whatever made Adelita and myself act as we did? Will these visions show me the path to answers?

I wonder if Coahoma will return, or Eztli.

I worry about Coahoma. I worry about Adelita. Everything close to me dies. Sometimes I think it is a curse. My brood has survived so far but the nights are yet young.

If Eztli returns I will have to kill him. He would take over the brood and use them as feeding stock. That must not happen. They are my blood. He had his chance and led us all to death and ruination. He strayed from the path of the gods.

I must be vigilant. I must be ready.

I have researched. I made Jose read the words to me since I have not yet mastered literacy in English. I believe my old friend, the man whose name I wear now would have been able to tell me more. The shadow claimed him long ago though in fire and blood and the smell of gun powder, the ringing of steel.

Siren. The old tales tell of them being island dwellers. Supposedly they committed suicide by leaping into the sea after failing to seduce Odysseus.

I will send Jose to Adelita with the information I have discovered. Perhaps she has met someone else who was affected the same way by now.

Closer to completion, the tomes are nearly done. Oil has been a problem. Soon I can turn my attention to other issues.

The altar needs to be darkened once more. I was tempted to send Jose to find a suitable sacrifice but I have lost much faith in him of late. I believe his time draws near. Not this time. Not yet.

I may invite Adelita when it is Jose's turn. I have a feeling she may wish to watch.

The gods have been good to me of late. Twice their avatars have brought me faeshards among some other items. Some of them are useful for my puposes. Others I have distributed among my brood for their own uses.

There are two firearms as well. I have been told they are Broussards. I do not know what exactly that means. Ripper had told me that Broussard was a group who discovered a way to become human necuratists, feeding from vampires to attain power. I remember Ambrose speaking of such things happening in ages past in his homeland of Europe.

I have not yet witnessed this phenomenon first hand but I do not doubt the wisdom of my namesake. He was not one to be easily tricked into believing falsehoods.

I have had responses to the thing I put up on Crownet. One may be a Spaniard given the name they responded with. Once I have used them for my purposes I will follow them back to their haven amd become much more intimate with them. My blade thirsts for their heart blood. Spanish Rose... I shall open them up and make them bloom.

I wish to sire more childer. It is difficult to find suitable humans though. The old ways are long dead in this new world and trying to find those souls with a connection to the land and the shadow has become nearly impossible.

I have not heard from Adelita lately. Perhaps she went back to her human. I will not disturb her. I miss her. The siren may have been responsible for our initial encounter and my breaking the rules of the smoking mirror, forcing my attonement through blood and sacrifice but there was something that remained too afterward. I am interested to see if that remains the case after a hiatus from one another.

The brood grows. The gods smile upon us.

I have prayed. I have had a vision. I know what I need to do. A reunion, they have set this path before me and I shall walk it.

The singing harlot will be found, exposed, but she will have no voice with me. The Spanish Rose... she is either not as she is named or she will wilt in a sea of crimson, her earthly form sundered by the blackest of stone.

Jose may prove himself useful. Pity that it changes nothing. He must be gifted to back forth the panther within the noble.

There will be bloodshed.

It's a pity that the young ritualist, Aeryn escaped while I was tending to my new bride. I wanted her to give to Tezcatlipoca. Another time perhaps.

It is also a pity that Aeryn's Eternal Bond ritual was the first Adelita bore witness to. Though she was able to control the gods' minion and succeed in creating the bond she did not do it in the same manner I was taught. I offered Jose to the gods earlier that evening though so they will not be offended.

We desecrated the altar afterward, I took Adelita on it again and again.

When I broached the topic of binding she seemed a little hesitant. I pacified her arguments, showed her how she felt and she saw things my way after that.

The gods set her before me, they sent their avatar to show me what needed done. They gifted Adelita unto me. Now she is mine.

The gods are good to their servants in the shadows. I will teach her our ways.

She is mine.