Holy shit...I had actually completely forgot I started writing this story. It was so long ago. Well I have been writing again, same story from scratch. I've grown up since my last submissions so I am hoping my writing has lost some of its naïveté. Anyway, I'm going to update the first few chapters and hopefully I will keep going this time. Thank you for reading.
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I lie in darkness. For uncountable years i have slept here, drifting fitfully between nightmarish slumber and empty wakefulness. This room has been all I have known for so long that I am not sure I even believe my own memories anymore, but so dark are my actions that I feel a coward to deny them. If they are indeed true- then I should not shy away from them. I am a monster, as deserving of my fate in this basement as any nightmarish creature who faced similar retribution.
One must question why, then, I feel the need to write these memoirs. Feelings are a human thing, I myself- being no longer human- should surely therefore have nothing to put to paper. Yet I must, for the happenings of this manor house and the deeds which came to be here, mine included, should not go unpunished. Sins upon sins have been mounted upon this place. someone, something, should know of them. Even if all I tell, in the end, is an inanimate piece of paper.
So here, honestly and dispassionately ,are my memories. For all that they are worth- the first hand recounting of the past of Vincent Valentine.