Epitaph
Today I visited the grave of a hated man and a loved one. A good man by most measures, loving father, devoted husband. Hated because of a curse laid upon him a long time ago. He was my uncle and the killer of my Father, Mother and many others, his curse drove him at each full Moon to commit horrible murder and sometimes pass along his curse. I ended his suffering with a single silver bullet, and by doing so ended my own. I do not take joy in his passing, but feel relief that I have rid the world of him, or part of him anyway. Lycanthropy is a curse that must be eliminated from this world and I have taken up the mantle leading the effort. Still, I morn his loss even as I search for his children and his surviving victims, with intent to end their curse as well.
I leave some few words to remember him, to mourn the human him, and a warning about his curse.
A curse kept secret year after year
The silver moon cold witness to your coruption
Your grace and honor as a man
Taken by a demon you could not control
If only we could have banished the monster
And kept the man
This is the epitaph that will forever be engraved upon the headstone that marks his ashes.The silver moon cold witness to your coruption
Your grace and honor as a man
Taken by a demon you could not control
If only we could have banished the monster
And kept the man
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