I am what I am. What am depends on my moods. Sometimes I'm cruel and cold, that's when I listen to Black Metal and I feel as though I command all the legions of hell with a steel gauntlet. Other times I feel depressed, alone, and forgotten. Most commonly, I'm a mixture of the two. But what am I? I am the son of Sytri, a prince of Hell who's domain is lust, and I easily see how I am his son. I can manipulate feelings and make others desire what I wish them to. I am also the hurt, lost, and lonely boy who doesn't know why things don't work his way.
Emotionally, I'm broken and I've pretty much given up hope for happiness. It doesn't matter. I am the son of Sytri, I am a vampyre, I am heartless and incapable of love. I am not the weak chld I was before.
Physically, I'm really tall, thin, gaunt, and all around scary looking. (It is very amusing to intimidate mortals around me.)
Culturally, I am welsh. I speak with an accent and everything. I am very much Wiccan, as that is what my people have been for many thousands of years, but I will explain: I am not entirely Wiccan. These are my beliefs: God exists, Satan exists, but they have both left this world. Now the God and Goddess that Wiccans know are the entities on this Earth. I worship only the God and Goddess, as I hate the Christian God and do not worship the Devil. When the time comes, however, I will fight for Hell.
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