"Inhaling the flames of death, she arose and banished the weak and preyed on the
innocent..."
My name is Shadow Arthanis. A while ago I had a different perspective on life, I
used to believe that God would save the world, but I was mislead. God isn't there
for us, he's against us, the gifted one's...the ones who posses the immeasurable
power of immortality. If anything, he fears us, because we can turn his followers
into his enemies. We have the power to create a better, demonic world with chaos
at the core. My master is the strongest of us, she has the power to wipe out
the hope and belief in good, and replace it with the hunger and thirst for evil and
destruction.
My master is DesDemona, the immortal goddess of all evil. You look into the
blackness of hatred, and her essence is there. She is the creator of all of us, and
if you don't beware, she'll be your master too...
When I was younger, about 10 years ago, I was confronted by a woman in a
long black cloak, but I couldn't see her face because of the hood. It was raining
that night, and I could've sworn that when there was a flash of lightning I could
see her razor sharp fangs as she spoke. I forced myself not believe such a thing
until she told me what she was. She cast aside the subject of her vampirism and
continued on with another, more fearful subject, the subject of my demise. She told
me that in five years I would want to become what she was. Naturally I didn't
believe in such a thing, no_one can tell the future...right? At that moment, before I
even said anything, she told me that I would be abandoned and left alone to die.
She then cackled maniacally and walked away...
Everyday after that I realized people staring to turn their backs on me, people
didn't trust me, they closed their doors when I walked past, I felt so hated. Even
my own family treated me worse, they expected me to everything for them, and
when I couldn't, they punished me. I had a few friends that trusted me, but I
wasn't sure if I could trust them. As the years went by, things got worse, people
gave disgusted looks in my direction, what did I do to deserve such treatment? I
didn't do anything wrong. Last year, I found out the reason why everyone despised
me, I discovered that my family wasn't my actual family, I was adopted. The worst
thing was finding out who my real family was, I cam from a long line of
necromancers and witches, and that when they got older, they would turn evil...
But is it my fault I come from a family like that? Why should I suffer the sins of
my forefathers? But the truth is, I did have a urge to turn evil, but I was
taught good was always better than evil... but was it really?
I remember that night vividly, I was walking outside, it was raining, I was getting
sick of the feeling of being treated like a reject, but I had no idea of what would
happen later that night, the last night of my life and the first of my afterlife.
The cloaked woman was right, my only friends betrayed me and my own family
disowned me, I was alone, left to die, just as she said. The strange thing was, I
didn't feel bad, I felt angry, a rage unlike any other that suppressed all negative
emotions. I finally realized what she meant, She knew this would happen, that I'd
want to seek out my revenge on the one's who hurt me...make them pay. She was
right ,consumed by the hatred that slept deep within my soul, I set out in search
of my future master, and I found her, and a new life...or should I say, afterlife.
She turned me into what I am today, a vampire, and I'm more than grateful for
what she has done. She's given me the power to change the ways of others, and
create more followers for her and her ways, you could be next...
innocent..."
My name is Shadow Arthanis. A while ago I had a different perspective on life, I
used to believe that God would save the world, but I was mislead. God isn't there
for us, he's against us, the gifted one's...the ones who posses the immeasurable
power of immortality. If anything, he fears us, because we can turn his followers
into his enemies. We have the power to create a better, demonic world with chaos
at the core. My master is the strongest of us, she has the power to wipe out
the hope and belief in good, and replace it with the hunger and thirst for evil and
destruction.
My master is DesDemona, the immortal goddess of all evil. You look into the
blackness of hatred, and her essence is there. She is the creator of all of us, and
if you don't beware, she'll be your master too...
When I was younger, about 10 years ago, I was confronted by a woman in a
long black cloak, but I couldn't see her face because of the hood. It was raining
that night, and I could've sworn that when there was a flash of lightning I could
see her razor sharp fangs as she spoke. I forced myself not believe such a thing
until she told me what she was. She cast aside the subject of her vampirism and
continued on with another, more fearful subject, the subject of my demise. She told
me that in five years I would want to become what she was. Naturally I didn't
believe in such a thing, no_one can tell the future...right? At that moment, before I
even said anything, she told me that I would be abandoned and left alone to die.
She then cackled maniacally and walked away...
Everyday after that I realized people staring to turn their backs on me, people
didn't trust me, they closed their doors when I walked past, I felt so hated. Even
my own family treated me worse, they expected me to everything for them, and
when I couldn't, they punished me. I had a few friends that trusted me, but I
wasn't sure if I could trust them. As the years went by, things got worse, people
gave disgusted looks in my direction, what did I do to deserve such treatment? I
didn't do anything wrong. Last year, I found out the reason why everyone despised
me, I discovered that my family wasn't my actual family, I was adopted. The worst
thing was finding out who my real family was, I cam from a long line of
necromancers and witches, and that when they got older, they would turn evil...
But is it my fault I come from a family like that? Why should I suffer the sins of
my forefathers? But the truth is, I did have a urge to turn evil, but I was
taught good was always better than evil... but was it really?
I remember that night vividly, I was walking outside, it was raining, I was getting
sick of the feeling of being treated like a reject, but I had no idea of what would
happen later that night, the last night of my life and the first of my afterlife.
The cloaked woman was right, my only friends betrayed me and my own family
disowned me, I was alone, left to die, just as she said. The strange thing was, I
didn't feel bad, I felt angry, a rage unlike any other that suppressed all negative
emotions. I finally realized what she meant, She knew this would happen, that I'd
want to seek out my revenge on the one's who hurt me...make them pay. She was
right ,consumed by the hatred that slept deep within my soul, I set out in search
of my future master, and I found her, and a new life...or should I say, afterlife.
She turned me into what I am today, a vampire, and I'm more than grateful for
what she has done. She's given me the power to change the ways of others, and
create more followers for her and her ways, you could be next...