I have died. Died trying to defend a cure for vampirism. I don't even remember who I was fighting. I merely remember the Shadow Realm. I remember it feeling...empty. It was not a mirror, it was like if I had fallen through into an abyss with a ground. I felt starvation for the entire time I was there. Hunger for blood, but also hunger to destroy. I fought vampires just so that I could become human again! So that this everlasting torment, forgetting, feeding, being hunted, would finally end! And these selfish ghouls decided they had more important reasons then ending this?! Cruel, evil, unworthy of existence! That is what most vampires are!
I DESPISE them. And that will push me forwards. That has become my purpose, my purpose is to be human. But until I am, if there's a vampire I find unworthy I shall do them harm as often as I can. There will be no mercy for the unworthy. There will be only justice, revenge, and hatred!
For when I forget again. Forget not the pain, the pain of starvation and emptiness. Know that feeling and know the meaning of revenge. There is no excuse for those who tried to destroy the cure! They must die, and die, and die. And if you can't kill them, cause them as much trouble as you can. Make them know what it's like to be hunted, but this time by one of their own.
Journal: Date 9/26/17
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