I did not ask to be born of a human mother and a vampiric father. What's more, I did not desire to be the son of a kind, warm, compassionate woman and the very personification of darkness. But as this being, I am responsible for the mortals of this world. It is my preordained duty to put an end to my father who seeks to destroy it.
Although I prepare to fight, I know that my destiny will forever remain the same. I am an outsider of the human race. Sworn to protect it, I have, but I can never exist among the mortal beings of this earth. It is strange, even to myself, that I would feel such a devotion to them. Perhaps it was my mother that led me to this. Even in her death, she still loved people; the very people that unjustly crucified her. "If thine enemy be hungry, give him bread to eat; if he be thirsty, give him water to drink:" Proverbs 25:21. That must have been the doctrine by which you lived, Mother. No matter what happened, you could not force yourself to be cruel to anyone. It is a shame that I am unable to live as you, as I now go to destroy my own father.
If only this world were a gentler one, it would have been the perfect place for you, Mother. How strange, though, that in such a world you would not have been so needed. I suppose that you were best suited to a life where you did not belong, as I do not belong. People needed your kindness and they need my protection. I will protect them in your name. But, oh, how I long to be like you, Mother. While you were hideously destroyed, you still had time to love those around you. It is unfortunate for me that I cannot love people, since I cannot go to be with them.
"Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up." Ecclesiastes 4:9-10. How true it does seem. If that is, in fact, true, then this shall surely be my last battle. After tonight, I must follow my destiny, and disappear forever.