The Sins of the Father
I feel my time is coming to a close, and for that I am grateful, yet disheartened since I will not be around to see you grow, and mature. For all this I am compelled to write this letter to you, to ensure you do not fall down the same path as I have gone, forgive me. I am not one to write within the structured bounds of how the educated man has for hundreds of years, I shall in time inform you of everything I feel you should know for your safety, and your mothers, as well as for that of humanity. For each piece of what I have to tell you will insure you know how to spot the signs. And in time destroy what has been wrought with my birth. That which could not be solved with my death.
I was born on a bitter cold, vile Monday night. There was no moon, that could pierce the everlasting effects of the night, the world delved into what seemed to have been a black hole sucked of all its beauty and strength; the stars and moon disappeared, when I made my way into this world. Rain pelted down from the starless, moonless heavens; unrelentingly upon a dreary and tired town. Shadows splayed across homes and danced with demons with pure delight; rejoicing throughout the night as I made my way into this world.
I have always had an affinity with shadows, you should know this. For they mask and conceal what is there, they have had thousands of years to perfect their trickery. They throw doubt upon those who attempt to seek the truth within the folds of their inky, velvet, blackness. They hide those who attempt to blend into what others would shy away from. In truth the shadows are my friends, they hold my dark secrets and my deadly truths, they have always known me it seems.
I was a sickly child when I was born, my skin too pale and my eyes too large for my skull, my limbs limp and gangly. For this, I feel that is why the demons chose to inflict me. One who is sickly and deformed; without a friend or kind hearted, like minded soul, turning to the demons seemed to me at the time a good idea. Oh how wrong I was my child! Oh how wrong I was!
My own dear sweet mother felt she was the problem for why her child was deformed. She lamented upon my fate as though it was something she could, or chosen to have done different before I was born. Alas! 'twas not her fault for was my own! My own sins for which I had gained upon entry into the mortal world! Mother could have done nothing to prevent the monster that I was to become, within the few short months of my birth, the signs became clearer. Yet my mother was either a nonbeliever of the dark, or she was in true form blocked to what was happening right in front of her.
I prayed to whatever God there is, to take pity upon me, for which I know I do not deserve, I hoped that I could be there to help you with the undeniable thirst, the dictating unquenchable unholy hunger for flesh...I have FELT it my child, I know the desire. I prayed and I questioned, I searched for cures but what ailed my body no mortal man had any way to help me...Nor you I am afraid. For this I am truly sorry and if I could have prevented any of this from passing, know this I would have.
My life had been nothing but shame, and sorrow, that is until I met your mother...when I first laid eyes on her, I knew my child...I knew I had to meet her, had to be with her, had to make her mine. With eyes like pools of crystal, and skin like peaches and cream, lips that you would have sworn were made by a diligent painter's brush, with a temperament that could rival any Queen. Of all the women I have met, and all the pain I have caused, your mother's is the one I am deeply sorry for having allowed to happen. Your mother was the best and yet worst thing that ever happened to me, my child. She lifted me from a period of deep sorrow, and guilt. And placed me into a moment in time that felt stolen, but I coveted it! Oh how I wished it to last and to never end! For when it did end, I knew there would be no going back. No, no way for me to repair what I have done, to those whom I have adored, and loved.
My child, there's nothing more deeply abhorrent than knowing there's nothing that can keep your hunger in check; eating more, eating less, nothing will help. I have no ability to keep my sanity for long. I have no memory during the nights I am not myself. Although I do have memory of feeling sated, although it will not last...that I am unduly aware of, which is what causes me such absolute guilt within the moral compass of my mind. Know this, the blood lust will NEVER subside, the demons keep this in check, they make it unending. Which is why I had to leave, You and your mother, I had less and less control over the need to attack, to feed these demons is to feed their power, which is what makes it so difficult to stay.
Beware my child! Beware of the promises the demons will whisper to you in your sleep, they will contact you there, in the in-between, the shadow lands where their power is based, and stronger than any mortal can comprehend. They will say they can help you, make you powerful, that they will be your dearest friends...My child, they lie. They have had thousands of years to perfect these lies, their main goal my child is to have mortal entry into this world. It has taken me most of my life to find out the truth behind this. With my birth they knew, I just wish someone had been able to shield me from them as I have hopefully done with you.
Truth! It would have been better had I not gained entry into this world for my sins, for mine alone will bring you down to a fate that I had no intention of ever allowing to happen. You may wonder, have I placed you in danger graver than any could have thought possible... Yes... I have my child, Yes... I have, and for this I am again, deeply sorry. There is little time left; the shadows approach, I can feel their pull, the pressure is beginning to build within my body. I will not be able to last much longer.
Know this my child, there are signs, signs that your mother may not notice right away, if at all, the gauntness and pallid skin you will have, your eyes may not see well at first, but beware the demons will attempt to sway you with the promises of a beautiful new body, a body that is designed to KILL. Your mind will be sharp yes, but there is no price that should be designated for your soul! Which is what the demons will harvest from you as justified payment for what they will attempt to "fix" within you. You MUST NOT let them get that chance my child!
There is also the sign which will show you, that you have ventured off the moral path if you have no memory of things that have taken place within the night, if you are sleeping more and more during the daylight hours, and awake less and less, loosing time, weeks, months on end. The demons are at work during these moments, they shall take a hold of your body, for us mere mortals are unable to satisfy their blood thirst for very long. Know this, they will offer you more than which they can give, this is how they trap us within their bloody reptilian claws. I pray you will never find out just how true this is, for what I would not give, were I able to give it! That you would be spared from the dangerous vile horrors I have suffered with these past few terrible years.
For there is nothing more I can say except if you are seeing these signs happening, my dear sweet child, do NOT hesitate to act! Take haste and locate a parish close enough to where you are living, if there is not time you must surrender your life to the Lord, and hope he will take pity upon you, I know my sins will not be forgiven, and for that I am at peace with. For I will not be able to harm you or your sweet mother.
Twenty Years Later....
My Father was born on a Monday Night, I've been told it was bitter cold, and vile for all the townspeople hid within their homes, I've been told the night my father was born lasted for more than had ever been. Despite that I cannot quantify this within any realm of known science, I must believe it, for I know it to be true.
No lips uttered words the day my father died, there has been very little said about what happened, all I know is that one moment he was there with us in the library of our home, with his quill moving faster and faster over the parchment of papers; which he then placed inside of a book. One that I was unable to reach until I was much older. The memory of this book has been forever burned into my mind, for which I do not know if I am grateful or frightened. And the next there was no father, there was only a pile of ashes in the place where he last stood...
My father has left me with the knowledge of monsters that most people feel are only within the printed vellum pages of books, ones that most only read at an age where they still suckle at their mothers' breasts, for who would wish to read of winged women who grant wishes for the price of one night, of possible detriment without the other possibilities of riches.
I will forever wish I had more time with my father, to ask the questions that are unanswered to this day, the issues of faith in my father are nonexistent, he was as I remember a truthful man, one who was tortured, but a gentleman whom mother and I loved most deeply. Mother has not been the same since father's death, she wishes to be left to her own devices, and sits within the confines of our home, staring wistfully over the gardens in which we had father's headstone placed. Even though there was no body, only ashes... No one can tell me or mother what happened, nor could I or mother tell anyone else what happened to father the day he turned to ashes in front of us.
The years of fingers pointed and whispers of tales that did not happen to father within our once happy home, have created a hardened heart within me, a shell of one man who allows no emotion to leak through, except... when I am around my little sister Jewel, who is the only delight I have in this world anymore...although I fear I may be denied that very soon.
I have begun to notice...how should I put this...odd things happening, around Jewel, or in rooms from where she has left...I fear there is something amiss, something I am myself unable to prevent from happening, to my sweet adorable sister.
Oh ! If only father was here, instead of his cryptic letter, I am alone, I am but one Man whom has no true wish to believe in the words that my father has left me to find. But the truth I shall seek. I shall not allow whatever it seems to be attempting to steal away Jewel from me and mother, I do know I shall do all I can to save her...I shall attempt to follow what father has left in his cryptic letter. Maybe within these penned words I can find the cure for the oddness that seems to be intent on nothing but destruction around my dear sister Jewel.