It was the winter of 1788.and i was brought to a Mediterranean islandby the man who made me if a man is what you'd call him,...
I impressed my maker with my thirst for things he set out to educate me in the unknown. Taught me all about the world, its hidden history... and myself.
My senses run amuck,like a newborn child. and as for my new powers, i was beside myself with the plesure of it all....
The faces of my victims haunted me, reminding me of my fate for nights and days I played...furious that I would never partake of the simple joys of the world. I was ment for more thanthis. Many times since, I have called to Marius, but there was no answer, just the procession of days.....Months......years....My teacher left me to my darkest lesson. That in the end, we are alone and there is nothing but the cold, dark wasteland of eternity.
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