Dear Readers,

Let me describe myself for you so you can better imagine me. I am a male with black eyes, pale skin, and shoulder length dark brown hair. I died at the age of 18 so that’s how I would appear to you know. I am the Demon Dark Light. Pleased to make you acquaintance. I am a true immortal. It’s been about five hundred years since I was alive. I can’t even remember my god given name now, but they all call me Demon Dark Light so you can call me that too. I don’t care if you know about me and what I am. They probably will though, the ones that made me, but no matter about them they’ll never find me as I move from place to place hiding from them. They need me. Want me. I won’t let them. They can’t have me! At least here for a little while I’ll be safe as I sit here in the small hotel room I've contained myself in typing by the sheer white moonlight with the dark red roses I picked earlier this night sending their intoxicating scent gently through the air. I’ll have to feed tonight. I feel sorry for the poor soul that will have to die in order for my strength. I love you though, mortals and I envy you. To only be alive! To feel warmth in my cold body again. Ah well, I bid to you all a farewell for now. I might even update you from time to time to tell you how I fair.

Truly Yours,

The Demon Dark Light