Excerpt

One
-Imprisonment-

Morality!

Have you ever tasted the blood of a virgin? Have you ever feasted on the liquid essence of a whore? Have you ever drained the life from a man of faith? Have you ever slaughtered a family of thieves? I have, and I tell you, there is no difference between any of them. Blood is blood. Purity. Filth. Clean. Unclean. Morality. Nothing but words used by the powerful to control, or condemn, the weak, a way to show superiority, when in reality, they are all inferior. Humans are no more than cows, or chickens, depending on your palate, for the immortals, the true masters of the universe, the creatures living in the shadows waiting for their opportunity to gorge on their human delicacies.

Darkness!

I think I've always craved darkness, even before I lost my salvation. Even before the monster was released inside of me, or, maybe the monster had been there all along, waiting for the moment when it would be unleashed onto the world. Maybe it sought the darkness. Maybe it’s craving for nothingness led me to my damnation. No matter how it came to be, darkness had replaced my soul.

Pain!

Actually, I fell in love with pain. Causing it of course, not feeling it as I am. Any moron can kill, but to cause pain, misery, suffering, and then at the moment when your victim can take no more, at the moment when they long for the mercy of death... to cause a little extra before devouring them completely. That's majestic. That's true malevolence. That's artistry. Something my captors know a lot about.