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Journal Entry - April 1884
I will kill him.
The truth has now been revealed - the circumstances of my birth which have plunged me into the vagaries of the shadow is no mere coincidence. Perhaps it is fate, the hand of Kalesta, moving across my life which has placed the Monster and my family within orbits of each other. I do not know why we have been fated to intertwine, only that such has occurred for far, far, too long. I am uncertain if I am relieved or horrified to discover that the matter of my birth was more liken to a cooking incident than some grand tragedy. The moment which caused my birth has shaped every day of my life and every night within it, forever changing the course of my fates and futures. Those circumstances of birth have shifted the stars in the firmament with such permanence that I cannot wholly fathom what live looks like beyond it. Once it is done, once the monster slain, will I set down the armor of this crusade? Can I live some normal life once it is done, or will the hunger that haunts me every night be my companion for the rest of my days?
Waking up to the sound
Sirens screaming aloud
So disoriented how’d this happen
These buildings are crumbling down
Hear everyone panic
This monsters gone manic
Pray somethin can to turn this around
My life is in ruins
I’m feeling so useless
Can’t even get off the ground
I can feel it again. I can feel phantom claws along my back and driving themselves into my mind. To hunt. To kill. To feed. As much as I know the monster I hunt, how long until the monster is me? How long until they see me for the charlatan I am, wearing a mask made of faces during every day?
I try to distract it through the fighting, the scant bits of... food... I give it. In music and joy and the touch of skin, but it is like a vessel with a hole in the bottom that I can never fill. I write, to try and focus myself, penning words that no one will ever see and lyrics I doubt I would ever give to Cardinal to sing.
I’m calling all heroes
Legends and stars
Anyone listening just open your heart
I’ve got to do something
I wish I were strong enough to see
A hero in me
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The Hunt Begins
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Sir Victor Orsei Playlist
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Sentinel
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The Hunt
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A Dance Macabre
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Promises I can't Keep
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Mother
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Easier to Run towards the Ashes
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Perfectly un/happy
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The Hunger
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Untitled - Brief
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Fire
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Heroes
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Animal
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Untitled
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Unmasked
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Hanging in the balance
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Two lives
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A Fall of Sorts
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Scars Unseen and Unsaid
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Old Company
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Control
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