Journal Entry 1
The script written in that journal was fresh, yet the spidery script had not been used in centuries. Not a single sign of age touched those pages- no yellow, no tattering. The pages still were strong and thick, unlike that of centuries ago. The penmanship had also not been seen in centuries. That fancy, almost lace-like script written in black ink had something very ancient behind it. It was not written in ball-point pen, but in thick black ink, used in centuries past. A blotch mark could be seen where the author's finger touched a damp character. The entry was the most curious of all. It stated...
'One century ago, you took me in as your child. You taught me what you knew, showed me how to live, and nurtured me. I coveted your love and angelic beauty. I envied those who you brought close to you. Now, years later at the turn of the millennium I am still yours. Still your lover, entranced by your never-aging youth. But you betrayed me when you took another. You were no longer in love with me, no longer amused by me. So how am I to explain what I feel?
Love?
Pain?
Betrayal?
Anger?
You have already made me taste the seven deadly sins... There is no redemption for what I have done. I no longer have mercy upon your soul. You are already damned to a fate in hell. I will just make sure you go there swiftly.'