by Sasha Pruett
Chapter Twenty Two
some shall depart from the faith, giving heed to seducing spirits, and doctrines of devils;
I Timothy 4:1
October 8th 1874,
The seed of the beast has been sown, and now is my time to reap the fair Dianna. Tonight shall be the first, the beginning of my reign. I shall watch as it feeds Dianna right into my arms.
October 8th 1874,
The storm raged as it chose its first prey. I followed as it pursued the village woman to the edge of the waters; I reveled as it tore her limbs from her torso one by one, leaving her living head to witness its own beating heart ripped from her breast. What pleasures there are to be had in destroying without consequence.
October 9th 1874,
It came. Again the beast came and though the moon was yet waxing, I could still relish the sacrifices that the beast had chosen. I could feel the rage as the demon chased down and wounded each of the gypsies, rounding them up. There was an intelligence that I had not anticipated in the beast’s carnage. I was entranced to witness as it slowly tortured the young ones to the horror of their elder kin, leaving them among the living long enough to watch the same glorious torture thrust upon their beloved elder kin, only to die thereafter. Alone in the hand of pure evil.
A surge of power alighted my body as the creature ripped the throat from the last of the children, then howled with delight at the destruction that it had wrought. I felt the demon’s pleasure and I knew it had enjoyed the suffering infinitely more than the kill itself... as do I.
October 10th 1874,
The end is at hand and I shall be victorious. There is one left, one small gypsy girl who shall reveal the monster behind the devastation. This one, this girl, shall deliver the beast, who is the man, to the villagers and the fair Dianna to me. Tonight shall be my last hunt with the thing that shall soon lie dormant once more and the man that shall die at the hands of his friends and family. Victory is mine forever; I will no longer flee from those who do not see the truth of my ways. I will no longer allow others to drive me from my home. Too long have I allowed the weak minded to have their way. I was driven from my rightful home once, I should have made the villagers pay for their insolence long before I left, but they paid none the less.
This new village, or town as they call it here in this land, shall not dictate my future or my ways with their righteous beliefs. First I shall have my beloved Dianna, then one by one I shall convert the people of Epson to the true power of this world where I shall become their chief priest and ruler. Creating in turn the world I should have had long ago, and if they hold to their pitiful God I will crush their ‘town’ as I did my village and sweep Dianna away to yet another land where we will live forever in power and glory.
October 11th 1874,
My triumph is at hand. Today the holy white orb shall rise in the sky before the first hint of dusk and the beast shall arise while inside their most sacred of places... church. Once they have slain the creature inside their own sanctuary Dianna shall lose herself and I shall be the one to catch her. Using the dormer brew to inhibit her, no physician shall be able to awaken her from her slumber. Then when all have failed to awaken my lady I shall slip her the wakening along with the enslaver to bind her to me forever. Her family and the townsmen shall believe that it was our love that has broken the accursed affliction, restoring her to health, and shall be so grateful for freeing her from death’s icy grip that I shall forever be worshiped among them. It shall make them believe. She shall not fight me. We shall be one... forever.