Haunted Night
I am dreaming.
Awake or sleeping, in night or twilight, I am always dreaming. I feel the sensation of nothingness upon me. I feel the brightness of the dark beyond. Emptiness...it is what I feel is all that lies beyond this world, what its people call Nostramo. Stars, planets...nothing but in the folk tales of the people here. Yet still I dream of them at times...and what will come from them for me, taking me into a night more eternal than any of these people could dream of.
I revel in the essence of the moment, of the feeling of elation of each kill, of each murder, of each lucky escape. I take my share of food and bring justice to those who dwell in the darkest depths of the night. Yet at times, I see the pattern repeated, on the scale of entire worlds rather than the bowls of a single city. People on their knees, begging for mercy that I will not give. Like the criminals whose lives I take, only a thousand-fold in number. A thousand people who may or may not deserve to die. Yet I take their lives anyway. And I don't know why.
Fields run red...my dreams show not only stars, but planets as well. Worlds that are nothing like my own. Worlds where I bring darkness to stamp out the dark that their light casts. It is the only way to remove it. I am not of the light. I cannot remove darkness with what I know is the antithesis of my soul. No matter what others like, yet also unlike me may say. No matter what He may say also. No matter what I always say every time fate reveals itself...what I know to be the beginning of eternal night...
"Konrad Kurze, be at peace, for I have arrived and intend to take you home."
"That is not my name, Father. I am Night Haunter, and I know full well what you intend for me."
And thus the dreams...the nightmares...begin anew.