Chapter 0 - Prologue
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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The story you are about to read is not meant for the faint of heart. For it contains graphic descriptions of horrific feats of violence.
However, dear reader, do know that -even though I am not exactly like you in the physical, mental and emotional sense- my sense of morality forces me to protect you and the ones you love from... the ones that I hunt.
For I am the Siphon. A creature who was created by darkness, but walks in the light.
I must note, however, that I have indeed been a lot more like you. But that lasted for only a brief period in my life.
During my hunts, I have sustained many attacks done to my physical body. However, though they have scarred me, my ability to feel physical pain has been lost by me years ago.
Besides, those scars are but a small price to pay for the unfortunates I got to save from the monstrousities that threatened their mortality and sanity. My right eye, however, was what really motivated me to carry on with the hunt.
It made me feel like the deaths of my family was not enough for those monsters to fuel my thirst for vengeance. But no matter. My eyepatch has been a constant reminder of it ever since then. And the day I lost my eye has just made it more personal...
What exactly do I hunt, you wonder? I hunt the monsters that were created by the minds of people like yourself. Well, it's not just the regular old werewolves, vampires or demons... No. These creatures have gained power far beyond them. This is because people like yourself continue to write, talk and read about them. These actions fuel those entities' power.
People like yourself write stories about these entities. Those stories have gained the collective term of "Creepypasta".
I hunt them to quench my thirst for vengeance. And because not all people like you write, talk about or read these stories. Some don't even know they exist. In fact, dear reader, maybe you haven't written or even read such a story in your life.
And of course there are those who make beautiful pieces of art, more so music. I myself have found myself fond of the musical genre you call "heavy metal".
But I think it would be best to tell you my story from the beginning...