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Blood Kraft · Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 1:18 am Post subject:

The small gathering leaves the service in the park, save for a lone cloaked figure. His lidless eyes peer out at the ocean, his chest heaving as he tries to scream. The only sound being a deep gurgling. The figure turns and slowly makes his way to the heart of the ruins in Apocalypse, every step riddled with pain. For half a night he climbs the skeletal building. Upon reaching the apex he drops the cloak, revealing his charred and sun ravaged flesh. Dropping to his knees on what was left of the floor he looks to the heavens, hatred burning in those bloodshot eyes. His lipless mouth opens, but no voice can be found. His cracked and blistered fists drive into the floor over and over again, staining it a dark crimson as the skin splits.

So much pain, so much confusion, he just wanted it to all go away. His fracturerd Malkavian mind screams where his voice can not, calling, begging, pleading for a release from this torment of emotional distress. He dared to love a mortal, and was now paying the price for that. His mental pleas would not fall on deaf ears.. A voice soon rang out, as if from nowhere and everywhere. "I can make it all go away." This voice said. "All the pain. All the anguish." He looks around franticly trying to find the source of this voice, but to no avail. "Look all you want child, for I can not be seen. I have heard your plea. I wish to help you. I've had my eyes on you for some time, and now.. You are ready." Ready for what he thinks to himself, and the voice bellows a laugh, a truely eerie sound like a thousand fingernails on a thousand chalkboards. "Ready to be my instrument child.. You have a gift. A gift for bringing misery to people. A gift I could use." He would blink to that if he had the lids to do so. His featureless face contorts as a fresh wave of pain courses over his body. This was hell, he was sure of it. This torment was his punishment for his countless sins. He shakes his head, continuing the feeble assault on the wood of the floor. With every drop of his blood that spills out he grows weaker while the pain grows stronger. He crumples and lays there for what seemed like years.

"So child. Do you want my help?" He had forgotten about that voice. How long had he been laying there? Days? Weeks? Seconds? "I can make the pain stop." Why would someone want to help him? Why? After all the things he had done.. "All I ask is that you do what you do best child. Spread hate, anger, pain. They already hate you as it is. They blame you for the womans death. They all blame you. You might as well have torn her heart out and feasted on it in front of them." He shakes his head violently. He didn't want to hear this, the pain of it was too much. "Yes child, it hurts doesn't it? All you have to do is embrace the darkness that's always been there and it will all go away." He nods his raw head slowly, he did so want it to go away. "Now stand child. Embrace your destiny and serve me. They are the ones that let her die. They didn't care for her. They let her bleed out on that beach. They are to blame child, not you. They should be the ones suffering, not you. Take this step and you will have the means to make them pay. All of them." He slowly gets to his feet, getting the strength from where he does not know. His feet move forward and he spills over the side of the building, the ground rushing up to meet him. This should have been his end. But death is but a begining...

To be continued...