Three Things Vicent Wants:
1) To Survive His Final Year Without Owning Samael Any More Then He Does.
He was doing so well resisting the urge to use his gift and now he's practically ready to throw himself under a bus to use his self-destructive powers. This needs to change if he is going to survive, and he knows it.
2) To Keep Robin AND Israel Safe.
This is because he views them as family, the only people he truly cares for in the universe...He'll do anything to keep them safe, even if it means sacrificing himself in the process. (It's kind of at war with "Want Number 1", but he can't imagine watching them die.)
3)To Get Revenge On Those Who Deserve It. (Red Cap, Ardath, and even Chantel to a degree.)
This is mostly a character thing because he has serious problems with people manipulating other people for their own gains. (Sound familiar?) So, he wants to kill if not seriously ruin Recap, bring Ardath to his knees, and make Chantel apologize sincerely for her mistakes. (She's starting to grow on him though.)
Three Obstacles in Vincent's Life:
1) Samael. Nuff said?
Samael wants nothing more then to watch Vincent go out in a fiery blaze of glory. (Not before getting an heir out of him of course.) This means that Samael is really Vicent's best friend and arch nemisis in all things...Vincent's self destructiveness stems from his need to use Samael. Vincent's come to rely on him to give him the power to face even darker foes, and now that Vincent has things to lose that are precious to him, it seems Samael may get what he wants after all.
2) His Desire to Protect/His Desire to Control
This is possibly the biggest/most unusual thing for Vincent to face. He's never had to look out for anyone but himself, but now he has something/some people he cares about--to lose. His first reaction? To instinctively protect them no matter the cost.
Too many things have been out of Vincent's control in his life, (his father dying, being saddled with Samael etc.)--so, he wants to ensure that things/people that are dear to him are close at hand and safe. Even if that means using Samael to see it done.
3) Small Pond, REALLY Big Fish
Let's face it, Vincent is in WAAAY over his demon-junkie head. He doesn't have enough power to tangle with the powerful denizens that have been creeping up on his turf lately, unless he resorts to an even worse power, Samael.
He simply doesn't have the supernatural backing/oomph to see his will done, and so he will probably have to sell out to an even MORE powerful, even MORE Evil being to retain his position as a major player....And that as we all know, is not going to be very good for him at all.
Three Secrets Vincent Wants to Keep From the Party:
1) He's Afraid.
Let's face it, he used to think he was king-shit until other supernaturals started kicking his teeth in. Samael used to ensure that his power was almost unmatched in terms of what could and could not be done. Now? He is powerless to stop anything from happening (at least, he believes he is) and his life is not in his control.
Vincent has been made to face up to his mortality and it scares him. There is nothing pleasant on the other-side for Vincent, only Hell. (Literally.) But, he plays the tough guy because if he shows any weakness, he knows that someone will exploit it. (Viciously.)
2) He Knows That He's Not Going to Live Happily Ever After.
Facing mortality has made Vincent realize that despite his best efforts, whatever his end, it will not be a pretty one. He's slowly realizing that he might have to sacrifice everything to keep what's important to himself safe....BUT that it might be safer to get out while the going is good.
Regardless, he knows without a doubt--He won't survive if he stays, but he couldn't live with himself if he left.
3) He's MORE Then Willing to Sell Out To Something Stronger.
Knowing all of this and hating himself for it, he is secretly thinking about calling Samael and making an even worse deal with something greater to help him sort out his current problems. He's even willing to change or take worse risks to make it happen. (Perhaps picking up the Ghoul Template and becoming something like a fully fledged Demon?) It would be his ultimate sacrifice as a mortal, but he would do it to keep his friends safe from his slowly multiplying enemies.
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THAT'S NICE LEIGHTON, BUT THIS IS WHAT I, WANT.
THINGS SAMAEL WANTS:
1) HOUSE OF GODFRIED SOULS.
2) VINCENT GODFRIED'S TEARS.
3) THE DELECTABLE LITTLE MORTAL ROBIN.
OBSTACLES IN MY WAY:
1) NOTHING.
2)NO ONE.
3) NOT EVEN THAT "DRAGON SLAYER" RED CAP.
SECRETS SAMAEL DOESN'T WANT THE OTHERS TO KNOW:
1) I HAVE BETS ON ALL OF THE SILLY LITTLE MONSTERS, WITH ALL MY DEMON BUDDIES. (I'M STILL WINNING.)
2) MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE GODFRIED BOYS TO THE YARD. (AND THEIR WHOLE FAMILY DYNASTY TOO.)
3) IT GETS SO LONELY, BEING EVIL. WHAT I'D DO TO SEE A SMILE....EVEN FOR A LITTLE WHILE...AND NO ONE LOVES YOU WHEN YOU'RE EVIL.
I'M LYING THROUGH MY TEETH.
YOUR TEARS ARE ALL THE COMFORTING I NEED.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTuhuon1j6U
Monday 24 February 2014
Sunday 23 February 2014
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus
Dearest Reader,
I know you must be sick of all of these cautionary tales by now, however I have another story about our darkened past...One that might fill you with joy and hope like it does to me, every time I recall it..
The first thing you need to know about my Grandfather-the first Vincent Godfried- was that he was a good man.
His own father had driven himself to an early death at the beginning of WW2, trying to keep his investors happy by rigging their financial outcomes using Samael's power.
You see, he was the owner of one of England's largest weapons manufacturers...AND one of Germany's largest medical supplies manufacturing companies as well...
I guess playing both sides became too much for him to handle...His sudden death left my Grandfather, his step-mother; a wonderful woman who raised him well, Betsy Hallow, and his four half-siblings alone in war torn England after The Blitz.
My Grandfather quickly became the man of the house; only just come into his power at 9 years old, and he showed wisdom and restraint beyond his years. He managed to keep his family safe, get back what was rightfully theirs, and find decent employment/investments in North America and England. (All supposedly, with very, very little help from Samael.)
By his 13th birthday, it was the end of WW2, and his family considered leaving England. My Grandfather begged his family not to leave their home/investments and promised them a comfortable life somewhere in London proper.
He made good on his promise Dear Reader, becoming an investors apprentice at the Bank of England and would eventually go on to rebuild his family home, much of London's destroyed township, and ensure his siblings/step-mother lived long, healthy, happy lives. (He only asked Samael once to get a choice internship and ignored the temptations to ask for anymore then what he could grasp own two hands.)
He was known throughout England as an excellent investor, an excellent co-worker, employer, family member and friend. He even won a knighthood for his patriotism in investing back into England's crippled infrastructure and housing systems. This was not to say he was perfect, Dearest Reader, as he smoked like a chimney and avoided the Church like the plague, (An odd thing for a man in his era to do) but he was an excellent man.
Ser Vincent Godfried's story even has a fairly happy ending. He fell in love with a well connected Canadian journalist-Madison Willis, and eventually had a son-my father Vincent Godfried Jr. He never re-married after her death, but moved to Canada, leaving the eldest of his half-siblings; a lovely woman name Elanore Hallow, in charge of half of their shared estates, and set up my Father for a new life away from the trials and tribulations of England's upper-class.
He died of lung cancer at the old age of 67...Having only enlisted Samael's aid perhaps a dozen times or less during his lifetime.
LESS THEN A DOZEN TIMES, Dearest reader.
He didn't have his soul removed like my own good father, he wasn't driven insane, he fought against Samael, fought tooth and nail for everything he was worth, made sure his family was secure, happy, and well situated without killing himself in the process.
He was kind, caring, compassionate, wise, intelligent and everything my father wished for me to aspire too.
He even died of his own means. He smoked from the time he was ten...When he died, it wasn't pleasant, but it was by his own hand. I can tell you Good Reader, when he went, it was without grief, it was with the happiness that he'd spited Samael till the very end.
In this Dear Reader, I believe we can each find our Salvation.
We may not be able to get rid of him, we may not be able to avoid a fall into temptation, and we are truly destined to go to Hell with the rest of our forefathers, but we CAN deny Samael the joy of a quick fix, we can DENY him with everything we strive for...
My Grandfather showed us that we can make the most of our situations and that we're capable of so much without His help. We can survive, we can thrive, we can endure with little interference at all.
So, my lesson today Dearest Reader, is not to tempt the Dragon, but rather to use our gift prudently.
We may never live long, but most humans don't. We may never be entirely risk free or have it the easiest, but like my Grandfather, we can dig our way out of terrible situations using almost nothing but our own ingenuity and will to achieve the impossible.
Take heart Dear Reader, in my Grandfathers story, as I do daily.
Sincerely,
-V
TO WHOEVER IS DUMB ENOUGH TO BELIEVE THIS SHIT,
SER VINCENT GODFRIED THE FIRST, EH?...HE'S YOUR INSPIRATION FOR A BETTER LIFE THEN?
LET ME BREAK YOUR LITTLE FINGERNAIL OF HOPE AT THE NAIL-BED, SHALL I?
HE BURNS.
HE, ALONG WITH HIS INSANE FATHER AND FOREFATHERS, BURN IN THE TORMENT THAT IS THEIR OWN LITTLE HELL.
A LITTLE PIECE OF HELL THAT IS MINE TO CONTROL.
SO STOP RESISTING ME VINCENT. STOP BELIEVING THAT THINGS WILL "GET BETTER".
YOU ARE MINE.
YOU WILL END UP HERE WITH THE REST OF THEM.
THERE IS NO HOPE. NO SALVATION. NO SPITE TO BE GAINED. ONLY DEATH AND TORMENT FOR YOU AND YOURS.
I WILL TAKE EVEN GREATER PLEASURE TORTURING YOUR GRANDFATHER TODAY BECAUSE OF YOUR "ENLIGHTENING" STORY VINCENT.
HE SAYS, "HI" BY THE WAY.
YOUR INEVITABLE MASTER,
-S
I know you must be sick of all of these cautionary tales by now, however I have another story about our darkened past...One that might fill you with joy and hope like it does to me, every time I recall it..
The first thing you need to know about my Grandfather-the first Vincent Godfried- was that he was a good man.
His own father had driven himself to an early death at the beginning of WW2, trying to keep his investors happy by rigging their financial outcomes using Samael's power.
You see, he was the owner of one of England's largest weapons manufacturers...AND one of Germany's largest medical supplies manufacturing companies as well...
I guess playing both sides became too much for him to handle...His sudden death left my Grandfather, his step-mother; a wonderful woman who raised him well, Betsy Hallow, and his four half-siblings alone in war torn England after The Blitz.
My Grandfather quickly became the man of the house; only just come into his power at 9 years old, and he showed wisdom and restraint beyond his years. He managed to keep his family safe, get back what was rightfully theirs, and find decent employment/investments in North America and England. (All supposedly, with very, very little help from Samael.)
By his 13th birthday, it was the end of WW2, and his family considered leaving England. My Grandfather begged his family not to leave their home/investments and promised them a comfortable life somewhere in London proper.
He made good on his promise Dear Reader, becoming an investors apprentice at the Bank of England and would eventually go on to rebuild his family home, much of London's destroyed township, and ensure his siblings/step-mother lived long, healthy, happy lives. (He only asked Samael once to get a choice internship and ignored the temptations to ask for anymore then what he could grasp own two hands.)
He was known throughout England as an excellent investor, an excellent co-worker, employer, family member and friend. He even won a knighthood for his patriotism in investing back into England's crippled infrastructure and housing systems. This was not to say he was perfect, Dearest Reader, as he smoked like a chimney and avoided the Church like the plague, (An odd thing for a man in his era to do) but he was an excellent man.
Ser Vincent Godfried's story even has a fairly happy ending. He fell in love with a well connected Canadian journalist-Madison Willis, and eventually had a son-my father Vincent Godfried Jr. He never re-married after her death, but moved to Canada, leaving the eldest of his half-siblings; a lovely woman name Elanore Hallow, in charge of half of their shared estates, and set up my Father for a new life away from the trials and tribulations of England's upper-class.
He died of lung cancer at the old age of 67...Having only enlisted Samael's aid perhaps a dozen times or less during his lifetime.
LESS THEN A DOZEN TIMES, Dearest reader.
He didn't have his soul removed like my own good father, he wasn't driven insane, he fought against Samael, fought tooth and nail for everything he was worth, made sure his family was secure, happy, and well situated without killing himself in the process.
He was kind, caring, compassionate, wise, intelligent and everything my father wished for me to aspire too.
He even died of his own means. He smoked from the time he was ten...When he died, it wasn't pleasant, but it was by his own hand. I can tell you Good Reader, when he went, it was without grief, it was with the happiness that he'd spited Samael till the very end.
In this Dear Reader, I believe we can each find our Salvation.
We may not be able to get rid of him, we may not be able to avoid a fall into temptation, and we are truly destined to go to Hell with the rest of our forefathers, but we CAN deny Samael the joy of a quick fix, we can DENY him with everything we strive for...
My Grandfather showed us that we can make the most of our situations and that we're capable of so much without His help. We can survive, we can thrive, we can endure with little interference at all.
So, my lesson today Dearest Reader, is not to tempt the Dragon, but rather to use our gift prudently.
We may never live long, but most humans don't. We may never be entirely risk free or have it the easiest, but like my Grandfather, we can dig our way out of terrible situations using almost nothing but our own ingenuity and will to achieve the impossible.
Take heart Dear Reader, in my Grandfathers story, as I do daily.
Sincerely,
-V
TO WHOEVER IS DUMB ENOUGH TO BELIEVE THIS SHIT,
SER VINCENT GODFRIED THE FIRST, EH?...HE'S YOUR INSPIRATION FOR A BETTER LIFE THEN?
LET ME BREAK YOUR LITTLE FINGERNAIL OF HOPE AT THE NAIL-BED, SHALL I?
HE BURNS.
HE, ALONG WITH HIS INSANE FATHER AND FOREFATHERS, BURN IN THE TORMENT THAT IS THEIR OWN LITTLE HELL.
A LITTLE PIECE OF HELL THAT IS MINE TO CONTROL.
SO STOP RESISTING ME VINCENT. STOP BELIEVING THAT THINGS WILL "GET BETTER".
YOU ARE MINE.
YOU WILL END UP HERE WITH THE REST OF THEM.
THERE IS NO HOPE. NO SALVATION. NO SPITE TO BE GAINED. ONLY DEATH AND TORMENT FOR YOU AND YOURS.
I WILL TAKE EVEN GREATER PLEASURE TORTURING YOUR GRANDFATHER TODAY BECAUSE OF YOUR "ENLIGHTENING" STORY VINCENT.
HE SAYS, "HI" BY THE WAY.
YOUR INEVITABLE MASTER,
-S
Monday 17 February 2014
The History of Samael
Dearest Reader,
I have often blamed a being known as Samael (or as I have nick-named him "Sammy") for many of my current problems, and without my families genealogical/historical record you-my Dearest Reader-are probably quite confused as to your present state of enthrallment and have many unanswered questions in regards to who he is/what he is. (I write of course for the benefit of my progeny, and any others who would fall victim to the family curse.)
So, the following is what I have come to know about the Demon Samael for your future knowledge and needs.
Samael is described as both a Demon and an Angel in many different Christian-Judaic texts, however as I have come to know him, he is definitely the former.
If there was ever an Angelic bone in his body, I have not seen it, but the descriptors for him in the Talmud; a collection of rabbinic texts on various topics including Angels, is an apt one: Accuser, Seducer, Destroyer.
He is depicted as a blind 'lion-faced serpent', but I believe my description of him as a great-red-multi-winged dragon is a better likeness then the medieval one. He appears to me mostly as, a well dressed man in a dark red suit with glowing red eyes most days....Half made of smoke and sulfur....His aura is one of malice and the subtle urging of raw want...
I believe this is partly his way of getting you to notice his presence as well as weaken ones resolve against his temptations but, that is mostly hearsay on my part.
The only way you can see him in the mundane sense, is through some form of reflection. (A mirror, a puddle, even through someones glasses.)
Don't be fooled though, He is always with you.
He knows what you're doing, where you are, and what you might want from a situation. I tend to talk to him aloud, but just thinking about what you want in response to his voice, will illicit an answer just the same.
He can be abrupt, sometimes obtrusive, while other times he's completely absent. Generally though, he just wants to watch you squirm/suffer before stepping in to help. However, I will not say that when he offers his help that he cuts corners.
On the contrary. When you accept his offer-He cuts right to the chase. You say it, its done. You need it, its there in the most convenient way. There is always some kind of catch his offers, but He NEVER skimps out on a deal.
He seems to relish in making these deals and tempting my family line further 'down the rabbit hole' and I caution you-dear reader to do as much as you can against it.
He does not have your best interests in mind. He is not your friend. He does not want to make you happier. He does not want for you to escape his clutches. He just wants your soul.
There is no escape, no bargaining, no other satisfaction for him to have other then to watch you beg for things....For his help. For you to rely on him. For you to need him.
Then you owe him.
It will never be easy the first time you ride the train to glory and come crashing down. You'll feel like an empty shell. Hollow and without drive for anything except to feel "normal" again....He'll make you do terrible things to get out of your debt...Steal, mug, harass, kidnap...Even murder.
You will never sleep well at night after that. The nightmares of the things you've done to "feel human" again will haunt you in your sleep. You'll do things that were never even a thought in your brain to "pay off" your loan.
And most unfortunately of all. Another tattoo will be added to your body-every time you fall victim to his charms.
This constant reliance on his offers start a countdown to the end. It is literally your lifeline and access to his power all wrapped up into one sadistic little ball...
AVOID THIS AT ALL COSTS.
I have tried and tried not to give in, and I used to only give into his power in dire need. (Regretting it later as my humanity returned.) However, I have grown accustom to getting what I want/need. I have almost come to think of him for every little hill and bump in the road of life that I come across.
Learn from my current mistakes Dear Reader. Life is not easy, life is downright hard. It's not meant to be easy, so sometimes you have to stumble, fall, and break a few bones.
Believe me, it sucks. It's hard, but you learn from every drop of blood split and every bruise gained that sometimes, its okay to fail. Sometimes you need to be reminded of how powerless you are in order to become a stronger person later.
Those little battles; and believe me they are petty and little looking back at it all, that make life the experience that it is...
Don't give in to Him to knock down some upstart rugby player on your team during try-outs, or to get a new car, or to get you the best clothes of the season...It's not worth making your life shorter...
In the end, it only kills you faster.
I've learned that now...The hard way...
It took me years of looking out for myself and being on my own for so long, to realize that I've got to make this power count. I've got to make the best of this situation and actually help others for once...
In just the past year, I've got friends whose safety and well being I care about now...I'm in love with a girl who I feel a desperate need to protect...
I have to use my power--My Life--sparingly.
I've completed the head and the start of the two wings for the tattoo. I can just barely cover it with a T-Shirt. (The ends of the wings are starting to trickle just past my shoulders.)I can't afford to waste any of it....I can't afford to lose my life over something selfish or petty. My last breath needs to matter to someone other than myself.
Dearest Reader, I pray that you learn from my mistakes and make every use of the curse count...
If you remember anything of this lesson, remember three things:
1) Samael is NOT your friend.
2)All of his deals cost you part your life, so treat each deal you make as though it was your last.
3) Make any deal you make, count for something.
Yours Sincerely,
-V
TO VINCENT'S FUTURE SPAWN,
DON'T LISTEN TO VINCENT'S BELLY ACHING.
JUST KNOW THAT I CAN GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT.
ANYTIME YOU WANT IT.
VINCENT'S FATHER DID IT.
I MADE HIS FAMILY RICH, PRESTIGIOUS, AND HAPPY FOR QUITE A LONG TIME.
SURE, EVERYTHING COSTS SOMETHING IN THE WORLD WE LIVE IN. A GUY HAS GOT TO MAKE A LIVING SOMEHOW, AND YOU CAN'T REALLY FAULT ME FOR MY WORK NOW CAN YOU?
WHY NOT MAKE THE FARE A LOT CHEAPER? THE ROAD SMOOTHER? I MEAN, YOUR LIFE IS SHORT.
I MEAN, REEEEEALLY SHORT.
YOU'RE BORN, YOU LIVE, YOU WORK, YOU MIGHT FALL IN LOVE AND FUCK, THEN YOU DIE.
IF YOU'RE LUCKY.
IF NOT, YOU DIE YOUNG, PENNILESS, FRIENDLESS, AND ALONE WITHOUT ANYTHING TO YOUR NAME.
I'VE HAD PLENTY OF GODFRIED'S WHO BECAME "MARTYRS". THEY ENDED UP NOBODY'S AND DIED WITHOUT REALLY LIVING.
THEY LEFT THEIR SQUALLING BASTARDS AND MOTHERLESS ORPHANS ALONE TO FEND FOR THEMSELVES.
DON'T BE LIKE THOSE SELF-RIGHTEOUS LOSERS.
DO THE RIGHT THING.
NEXT TIME YOU NEED SOMETHING, GIVE ME A CALL.
I'M ALWAYS HERE TO SERVE YOUR NEEDS.
YOUR FRIEND AND HUMBLE SERVANT,
-S
I have often blamed a being known as Samael (or as I have nick-named him "Sammy") for many of my current problems, and without my families genealogical/historical record you-my Dearest Reader-are probably quite confused as to your present state of enthrallment and have many unanswered questions in regards to who he is/what he is. (I write of course for the benefit of my progeny, and any others who would fall victim to the family curse.)
So, the following is what I have come to know about the Demon Samael for your future knowledge and needs.
Samael is described as both a Demon and an Angel in many different Christian-Judaic texts, however as I have come to know him, he is definitely the former.
If there was ever an Angelic bone in his body, I have not seen it, but the descriptors for him in the Talmud; a collection of rabbinic texts on various topics including Angels, is an apt one: Accuser, Seducer, Destroyer.
He is depicted as a blind 'lion-faced serpent', but I believe my description of him as a great-red-multi-winged dragon is a better likeness then the medieval one. He appears to me mostly as, a well dressed man in a dark red suit with glowing red eyes most days....Half made of smoke and sulfur....His aura is one of malice and the subtle urging of raw want...
I believe this is partly his way of getting you to notice his presence as well as weaken ones resolve against his temptations but, that is mostly hearsay on my part.
The only way you can see him in the mundane sense, is through some form of reflection. (A mirror, a puddle, even through someones glasses.)
Don't be fooled though, He is always with you.
He knows what you're doing, where you are, and what you might want from a situation. I tend to talk to him aloud, but just thinking about what you want in response to his voice, will illicit an answer just the same.
He can be abrupt, sometimes obtrusive, while other times he's completely absent. Generally though, he just wants to watch you squirm/suffer before stepping in to help. However, I will not say that when he offers his help that he cuts corners.
On the contrary. When you accept his offer-He cuts right to the chase. You say it, its done. You need it, its there in the most convenient way. There is always some kind of catch his offers, but He NEVER skimps out on a deal.
He seems to relish in making these deals and tempting my family line further 'down the rabbit hole' and I caution you-dear reader to do as much as you can against it.
He does not have your best interests in mind. He is not your friend. He does not want to make you happier. He does not want for you to escape his clutches. He just wants your soul.
There is no escape, no bargaining, no other satisfaction for him to have other then to watch you beg for things....For his help. For you to rely on him. For you to need him.
Then you owe him.
It will never be easy the first time you ride the train to glory and come crashing down. You'll feel like an empty shell. Hollow and without drive for anything except to feel "normal" again....He'll make you do terrible things to get out of your debt...Steal, mug, harass, kidnap...Even murder.
You will never sleep well at night after that. The nightmares of the things you've done to "feel human" again will haunt you in your sleep. You'll do things that were never even a thought in your brain to "pay off" your loan.
And most unfortunately of all. Another tattoo will be added to your body-every time you fall victim to his charms.
This constant reliance on his offers start a countdown to the end. It is literally your lifeline and access to his power all wrapped up into one sadistic little ball...
AVOID THIS AT ALL COSTS.
I have tried and tried not to give in, and I used to only give into his power in dire need. (Regretting it later as my humanity returned.) However, I have grown accustom to getting what I want/need. I have almost come to think of him for every little hill and bump in the road of life that I come across.
Learn from my current mistakes Dear Reader. Life is not easy, life is downright hard. It's not meant to be easy, so sometimes you have to stumble, fall, and break a few bones.
Believe me, it sucks. It's hard, but you learn from every drop of blood split and every bruise gained that sometimes, its okay to fail. Sometimes you need to be reminded of how powerless you are in order to become a stronger person later.
Those little battles; and believe me they are petty and little looking back at it all, that make life the experience that it is...
Don't give in to Him to knock down some upstart rugby player on your team during try-outs, or to get a new car, or to get you the best clothes of the season...It's not worth making your life shorter...
In the end, it only kills you faster.
I've learned that now...The hard way...
It took me years of looking out for myself and being on my own for so long, to realize that I've got to make this power count. I've got to make the best of this situation and actually help others for once...
In just the past year, I've got friends whose safety and well being I care about now...I'm in love with a girl who I feel a desperate need to protect...
I have to use my power--My Life--sparingly.
I've completed the head and the start of the two wings for the tattoo. I can just barely cover it with a T-Shirt. (The ends of the wings are starting to trickle just past my shoulders.)I can't afford to waste any of it....I can't afford to lose my life over something selfish or petty. My last breath needs to matter to someone other than myself.
Dearest Reader, I pray that you learn from my mistakes and make every use of the curse count...
If you remember anything of this lesson, remember three things:
1) Samael is NOT your friend.
2)All of his deals cost you part your life, so treat each deal you make as though it was your last.
3) Make any deal you make, count for something.
Yours Sincerely,
-V
TO VINCENT'S FUTURE SPAWN,
DON'T LISTEN TO VINCENT'S BELLY ACHING.
JUST KNOW THAT I CAN GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT.
ANYTIME YOU WANT IT.
VINCENT'S FATHER DID IT.
I MADE HIS FAMILY RICH, PRESTIGIOUS, AND HAPPY FOR QUITE A LONG TIME.
SURE, EVERYTHING COSTS SOMETHING IN THE WORLD WE LIVE IN. A GUY HAS GOT TO MAKE A LIVING SOMEHOW, AND YOU CAN'T REALLY FAULT ME FOR MY WORK NOW CAN YOU?
WHY NOT MAKE THE FARE A LOT CHEAPER? THE ROAD SMOOTHER? I MEAN, YOUR LIFE IS SHORT.
I MEAN, REEEEEALLY SHORT.
YOU'RE BORN, YOU LIVE, YOU WORK, YOU MIGHT FALL IN LOVE AND FUCK, THEN YOU DIE.
IF YOU'RE LUCKY.
IF NOT, YOU DIE YOUNG, PENNILESS, FRIENDLESS, AND ALONE WITHOUT ANYTHING TO YOUR NAME.
I'VE HAD PLENTY OF GODFRIED'S WHO BECAME "MARTYRS". THEY ENDED UP NOBODY'S AND DIED WITHOUT REALLY LIVING.
THEY LEFT THEIR SQUALLING BASTARDS AND MOTHERLESS ORPHANS ALONE TO FEND FOR THEMSELVES.
DON'T BE LIKE THOSE SELF-RIGHTEOUS LOSERS.
DO THE RIGHT THING.
NEXT TIME YOU NEED SOMETHING, GIVE ME A CALL.
I'M ALWAYS HERE TO SERVE YOUR NEEDS.
YOUR FRIEND AND HUMBLE SERVANT,
-S
Sunday 16 February 2014
Curses and Magic
Dearest Reader,
This must be one of my worst moments since the beginning of this school year...(That's saying a lot if you knew what I've been through.)
But, I won't leave you in Medias Rea , so I'll start from the beginning.
I was late to school, (not a usually occurrence if I can help it) due to an issue with my legal council breaking through with the Insurance company that cover's my home. It's been nothing but one big problem after another trying to get reparations after the fire...I will never let Samael make me that open ended a deal again...
At any rate, I arrive to my car and discover my cell phone is full of text messages from Robin.
Mostly asking where I was, but I swear to you dear reader, that I cannot tell you how my heart started pounding in my chest....I didn't know what was wrong, if anything but I rushed to the school with all due haste.
I can honestly tell you that I've never been so relieved in my life to see Robin safe and sound talking with...Chantel. (As much as she creeps me out, I know that she at least looks out for the welfare of the school...which includes Robin's safety.)
At any rate they had holed up in Chantel's recording studio with a box of cell phones from the school rugby team, as well as, Mr.Scott's cellphone.
This had significant importance because, I had forewarned Chantel in a note that Mr. Scott was someone to be "taken care of", as he was a sexual predator/supernatural entity that was "preying" on our fellow classmates...Which I knew, none of us would bear any further...( I am secretly relieved for the time being that we are allies, as this was quite an effective way of gathering intel.)
Robin, Ardath, Israel, Chantel, and I met together and found out where he would be this evening with the help of a gentle soul/fellow classmate by the name of Tobias. (The school smart-guy and a good man in general.) He hacked into Mr.Scott's cellphone and discovered he was part of some kind of cult, which Chantel recognized in name and practices as not being a good thing.
The cult meetings were held in a very posh club which I insisted that entrance would be no problem... (If name dropping didn't help, then I could always call for a quick favour from Sammy in a pinch...)
So, we decided that we would meet after school to get our "disguises" and break their cult gathering apart...As quietly and covertly as we could. Israel informed us that another one of our classmates-a kid on the swim-team-had interacted with Mr.Scott recently and had unfinished business with him. So, we easily accepted the new addition to our war party, and got to the club dressed to the nines.
I can say, we all looked good....But Robin was captivating all my attention...She looked stunning. Truly, radiant.
I wish I had told her when I had the chance...
We weren't at the table more then 20mins working out our plan of attack, when I noticed Robin was missing from the table...Ardath looked into his mind and found an image of a red-dress going to a dark place upstairs...
I knew then, she had gone on ahead of us.
I freaked out, ran up the stairs, easily moving the bouncer aside, and ran after her calling her name...The next 5 minutes I honestly don't remember most of....But I'll recount as much as I can for posterity reader.
Suddenly, Robin was standing at the top of the steps, a circle of people chanting in some unknown tongue sung silently to a room surrounded on all sides by mirrors-and there standing amongst it all was Mr. Scott...but, not the Mr.Scott I remember...Something about him was horribly wrong...A wave of darkness enveloped us and then all went to Hell.
The New Guy became a Werewolf, Israel turned into an bright-burning light of...I'm scared to admit...death, and Ardath became creepily quiet and monotone...Almost alien in his demeanour...
Next thing I knew, Fay started to appear through the mirrors, Israel and the Werewolf were fighting, and Mr.Scott was being killed...Although, frankly, I don't know how...
My mind was not on the fight, but rather on protecting Robin, whom I could not see...I was confused and then, as the dust settled I realized, she wasn't anywhere to be seen...
I rushed out the door of the restaurant not but 5 minutes after the sounds of police sirens started to ring in the near distance.
I looked into my rear view mirror to see the others barely escaping arrest, and Samael's smug form in my backseat...It was then that I knew I'd have to do something I'd been avoiding since Christmas break...I knew I'd have to go against all of Robin's and Israel's warnings and pleas...In order to save Robin, who I just knew was in mortal danger....
"Sammy." I said to his image in my mirror.
"YES, VINCENT?" He spoke in his too familiar, smoky voice. I thought I could hear mirth in his question.
"I...I need your help." I struggled with the last part of the sentence.
"I KNOW YOU DO VINCENT. OH, I KNOW YOU DO."
I made a promise, Dear Reader, and I intended to keep it. No matter what.
-V
This must be one of my worst moments since the beginning of this school year...(That's saying a lot if you knew what I've been through.)
But, I won't leave you in Medias Rea , so I'll start from the beginning.
I was late to school, (not a usually occurrence if I can help it) due to an issue with my legal council breaking through with the Insurance company that cover's my home. It's been nothing but one big problem after another trying to get reparations after the fire...I will never let Samael make me that open ended a deal again...
At any rate, I arrive to my car and discover my cell phone is full of text messages from Robin.
Mostly asking where I was, but I swear to you dear reader, that I cannot tell you how my heart started pounding in my chest....I didn't know what was wrong, if anything but I rushed to the school with all due haste.
I can honestly tell you that I've never been so relieved in my life to see Robin safe and sound talking with...Chantel. (As much as she creeps me out, I know that she at least looks out for the welfare of the school...which includes Robin's safety.)
At any rate they had holed up in Chantel's recording studio with a box of cell phones from the school rugby team, as well as, Mr.Scott's cellphone.
This had significant importance because, I had forewarned Chantel in a note that Mr. Scott was someone to be "taken care of", as he was a sexual predator/supernatural entity that was "preying" on our fellow classmates...Which I knew, none of us would bear any further...( I am secretly relieved for the time being that we are allies, as this was quite an effective way of gathering intel.)
Robin, Ardath, Israel, Chantel, and I met together and found out where he would be this evening with the help of a gentle soul/fellow classmate by the name of Tobias. (The school smart-guy and a good man in general.) He hacked into Mr.Scott's cellphone and discovered he was part of some kind of cult, which Chantel recognized in name and practices as not being a good thing.
The cult meetings were held in a very posh club which I insisted that entrance would be no problem... (If name dropping didn't help, then I could always call for a quick favour from Sammy in a pinch...)
So, we decided that we would meet after school to get our "disguises" and break their cult gathering apart...As quietly and covertly as we could. Israel informed us that another one of our classmates-a kid on the swim-team-had interacted with Mr.Scott recently and had unfinished business with him. So, we easily accepted the new addition to our war party, and got to the club dressed to the nines.
I can say, we all looked good....But Robin was captivating all my attention...She looked stunning. Truly, radiant.
I wish I had told her when I had the chance...
We weren't at the table more then 20mins working out our plan of attack, when I noticed Robin was missing from the table...Ardath looked into his mind and found an image of a red-dress going to a dark place upstairs...
I knew then, she had gone on ahead of us.
I freaked out, ran up the stairs, easily moving the bouncer aside, and ran after her calling her name...The next 5 minutes I honestly don't remember most of....But I'll recount as much as I can for posterity reader.
Suddenly, Robin was standing at the top of the steps, a circle of people chanting in some unknown tongue sung silently to a room surrounded on all sides by mirrors-and there standing amongst it all was Mr. Scott...but, not the Mr.Scott I remember...Something about him was horribly wrong...A wave of darkness enveloped us and then all went to Hell.
The New Guy became a Werewolf, Israel turned into an bright-burning light of...I'm scared to admit...death, and Ardath became creepily quiet and monotone...Almost alien in his demeanour...
Next thing I knew, Fay started to appear through the mirrors, Israel and the Werewolf were fighting, and Mr.Scott was being killed...Although, frankly, I don't know how...
My mind was not on the fight, but rather on protecting Robin, whom I could not see...I was confused and then, as the dust settled I realized, she wasn't anywhere to be seen...
I rushed out the door of the restaurant not but 5 minutes after the sounds of police sirens started to ring in the near distance.
I looked into my rear view mirror to see the others barely escaping arrest, and Samael's smug form in my backseat...It was then that I knew I'd have to do something I'd been avoiding since Christmas break...I knew I'd have to go against all of Robin's and Israel's warnings and pleas...In order to save Robin, who I just knew was in mortal danger....
"Sammy." I said to his image in my mirror.
"YES, VINCENT?" He spoke in his too familiar, smoky voice. I thought I could hear mirth in his question.
"I...I need your help." I struggled with the last part of the sentence.
"I KNOW YOU DO VINCENT. OH, I KNOW YOU DO."
I made a promise, Dear Reader, and I intended to keep it. No matter what.
-V
Monday 10 February 2014
Of Christmas, Past and Present.
Dear Reader,
I know this is as much a history of my family as it is of my own teachings to future generations of Godfried's, but I find it hard to write about such an intimate topics of my own life without some hesitation...
But, dearest reader, you will find me as open as I can be given the circumstances. You need to be as prepared as ever in your life and I will not shirk my duty by letting you down now.
Christmas, for very obvious reasons, has never been a favorite holiday of my family and I. It seems as though it's the one time of year that redemption for us is completely lost.
I recognize the irony of that statement given the nature of the seasons purpose, but let me enlighten you on my own past Christmas experiences...
I was 6 almost fully aware of my destiny and fully aware of my curse. My father had been teaching me to ignore the "bad man" when he would whisper into my ear, however, Samael prefered to haunt my father more then myself. (Seeing that my father's time was near and wanting to "close the deal" so to speak.)
We were downtown just exiting the theater.(We had just finished watching the Nutcraker....)
My father had been married to my stepmother for just under 3 years, she had been carrying my "half-sister" who was crying in her arms, with my "half-brother" being pushed in the stroller.
We were walking to the exit, when I caught my Dad staring at Samael in the glass looking sad and thoughtful. I had asked him what was wrong in my naive childish way, and he told me that "His time was up."
I knew what this meant, but I couldn't believe him saying it so soon. We had had the quietest/best Christmas in a long time, no Samael to bother us, great presents awaiting at home, a nice fancy business Christmas party the week before, even my stepmother/"siblings" were behaving like a real family for once.
I begged him to stay, but in his cool dark manner I saw the finality/futility of this plea.
He smiled softly, handed me the key to his study, told me to read the book, to never let Samael control my life, told me he loved me, and walked toward the exit. He died as soon as he exited the doors.
The Doctors said it was severe cardiac arrest, his affairs had been taken care of by a very, very, good lawyer, and my gold-digging step-mother seemed all the happier.
But I knew better...
I saw Samael take his soul...The tattoo burned a bright crimson while he reached right into my father's chest. He grinned as he did it...As he pulled the bright light out.
Then he looked at me.
I knew then, that I was his...That this would be my fate if I wasn't careful...I was careful until this year.However....I seem to have found my peace this Christmas....In a girl.
Her name is Robin.
You will recall, Dear Reader, that I was staying at her home?
I figured with all that had been going around, a nice trip to my families Swiss Cabin for a relaxing/recuperating vacation, which would be a great way to "get away" from it all. Samael, the death of Low Key, Israel, Ardath, Chantel, all of it.....
And you know what? It was actually great.
We stayed right up to Christmas, skied a little, hiked, I got to show off my Dutch and cooking, while Robin surprised me with her excellent piano playing. We talked a lot...About normal things, the beautiful weather, her favorite foods, our childish misadventures, we even ended up holding hands...
I bought her a white gold snowflake necklace I found on Etsy...It's unique and I think she liked it...I think the ruby in the center captured it all very nicely.
I think Dear Reader, I'm falling in love...Dangerous although it is...I am smitten by her none the less.
If there is a God, I think he smiled upon me this Christmas. I know that I've been bad, really bad, and I've known Angels existed since meeting Israel, but now I can see that the world is not all darkness...I know this...because she is my light.
I promise to be more vigilant against Samael this year....This year will be different...
Sincerely Yours,
-V
YEAH, FAT CHANCE OF THAT HAPPENING ON MY WATCH. YOU STILL OWE ME, OR DON'T YOU REMEMBER?
MERRY CHRISTMAS VINCENT, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR BREAK.
WE HAVE LOTS OF WORK TO DO.
I'M WAITING,
-S
I know this is as much a history of my family as it is of my own teachings to future generations of Godfried's, but I find it hard to write about such an intimate topics of my own life without some hesitation...
But, dearest reader, you will find me as open as I can be given the circumstances. You need to be as prepared as ever in your life and I will not shirk my duty by letting you down now.
Christmas, for very obvious reasons, has never been a favorite holiday of my family and I. It seems as though it's the one time of year that redemption for us is completely lost.
I recognize the irony of that statement given the nature of the seasons purpose, but let me enlighten you on my own past Christmas experiences...
I was 6 almost fully aware of my destiny and fully aware of my curse. My father had been teaching me to ignore the "bad man" when he would whisper into my ear, however, Samael prefered to haunt my father more then myself. (Seeing that my father's time was near and wanting to "close the deal" so to speak.)
We were downtown just exiting the theater.(We had just finished watching the Nutcraker....)
My father had been married to my stepmother for just under 3 years, she had been carrying my "half-sister" who was crying in her arms, with my "half-brother" being pushed in the stroller.
We were walking to the exit, when I caught my Dad staring at Samael in the glass looking sad and thoughtful. I had asked him what was wrong in my naive childish way, and he told me that "His time was up."
I knew what this meant, but I couldn't believe him saying it so soon. We had had the quietest/best Christmas in a long time, no Samael to bother us, great presents awaiting at home, a nice fancy business Christmas party the week before, even my stepmother/"siblings" were behaving like a real family for once.
I begged him to stay, but in his cool dark manner I saw the finality/futility of this plea.
He smiled softly, handed me the key to his study, told me to read the book, to never let Samael control my life, told me he loved me, and walked toward the exit. He died as soon as he exited the doors.
The Doctors said it was severe cardiac arrest, his affairs had been taken care of by a very, very, good lawyer, and my gold-digging step-mother seemed all the happier.
But I knew better...
I saw Samael take his soul...The tattoo burned a bright crimson while he reached right into my father's chest. He grinned as he did it...As he pulled the bright light out.
Then he looked at me.
I knew then, that I was his...That this would be my fate if I wasn't careful...I was careful until this year.However....I seem to have found my peace this Christmas....In a girl.
Her name is Robin.
You will recall, Dear Reader, that I was staying at her home?
I figured with all that had been going around, a nice trip to my families Swiss Cabin for a relaxing/recuperating vacation, which would be a great way to "get away" from it all. Samael, the death of Low Key, Israel, Ardath, Chantel, all of it.....
And you know what? It was actually great.
We stayed right up to Christmas, skied a little, hiked, I got to show off my Dutch and cooking, while Robin surprised me with her excellent piano playing. We talked a lot...About normal things, the beautiful weather, her favorite foods, our childish misadventures, we even ended up holding hands...
I bought her a white gold snowflake necklace I found on Etsy...It's unique and I think she liked it...I think the ruby in the center captured it all very nicely.
I think Dear Reader, I'm falling in love...Dangerous although it is...I am smitten by her none the less.
If there is a God, I think he smiled upon me this Christmas. I know that I've been bad, really bad, and I've known Angels existed since meeting Israel, but now I can see that the world is not all darkness...I know this...because she is my light.
I promise to be more vigilant against Samael this year....This year will be different...
Sincerely Yours,
-V
YEAH, FAT CHANCE OF THAT HAPPENING ON MY WATCH. YOU STILL OWE ME, OR DON'T YOU REMEMBER?
MERRY CHRISTMAS VINCENT, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR BREAK.
WE HAVE LOTS OF WORK TO DO.
I'M WAITING,
-S
Sunday 2 February 2014
After the Fire
This blog is a work of fiction based on a game run using the Monster Hearts R.P.G system. Any relations to people living or dead, places, or any events mentioned in this blog are purely coincidental. This blog is for entertainment only. Read and enjoy!
Dear Reader,
I write this in the hopes that my families legacy will not be forgotten...After a fire that destroyed the only home I have ever known I find myself lost in nostalgia.
But, the greatest loss of the flames, is my family history. The Godfrieds have kept a very good record of all of their exploits, pains, triumphs, and lessons for future Godfrieds to learn from...I feel almost compelled to tell my story and so, here it is.
I suppose every story must have a beginning.
My great, great, great, great Grandfather Alaric Godfried was a Knights Templar during the third crusade almost 700 years ago. When the Catholic Church deemed it necessary to "disband" the Templar's, his temple monastery just outside of what is now Southern Munich was attacked. His home, his family, all he had ever known was burned and his home razed to the ground.
Alaric took a mighty blow and fell amongst his fellow brothers in the chapel where they had made their last stand....
However, as he lay dying amongst his brothers, wounded, and without hope a being appeared before him. The being was a large red dragon with six wings and 12 eyes, each blindfolded, and it spoke to him-offering him healing, power, and revenge, for his immortal soul and those of his first born sons.
Alaric, being fifty years of age accepted without another question. He did not plan on having any sons, nor did he plan on surviving his next encounter with his assailants. So, he did what he thought was best.
He accepted.
He found his assailants and with his new found ally, smote all but one of them as they returned otherwise victorious along the road south to the Vatican. Alaric was badly wounded in the fray once more and collapsed beside an old farmers mill. There he met the millers daughter, my great,great,great,great, Grandmother Gisella.
They fell in love, got married, and before he knew it, he had a first born son Albert Alaric Godfried. My great Grandmother died in childbirth and thus the vicious family curse began. Every first born son of my family tree is born with the mark of Samael, the dragon demon who haunts my family. As we call for his aid, for assistance or material things, Samael adds another part to the tattoo across our form. Once the tattoo is complete....We die. Of course, not before having another heir.
So, that is my family history. It is a long, dark, tale of gentleman and tyrants, scholars and merchants. However, recently my father was a great businessman. Trading stocks like he knew exactly what to invest in (no doubt thanks to his business partner 'Sammy'), he married my mother a beautiful, smart, well respected woman name Natalie and not long afterword, they had me. My mother died in child birth much to my father's grief and I was named after him.
He later re-married a gold-digging woman who cheated on him prolifically, and he died not long afterword, leaving me alone with a woman who hated my very existence and her two children by other men.
They died in the fire. I feel like it was my fault...I didn't like them, but...they didn't deserve that kind of an end...
If I hadn't though, my friends, and I would be dead....Not to mention Robin...
I won't let anything bad happen to her...I made a promise and I plan to keep it.
Samael and this rollercoaster of a year be damned I'll keep us safe.
-V
Dear Reader,
I write this in the hopes that my families legacy will not be forgotten...After a fire that destroyed the only home I have ever known I find myself lost in nostalgia.
But, the greatest loss of the flames, is my family history. The Godfrieds have kept a very good record of all of their exploits, pains, triumphs, and lessons for future Godfrieds to learn from...I feel almost compelled to tell my story and so, here it is.
I suppose every story must have a beginning.
My great, great, great, great Grandfather Alaric Godfried was a Knights Templar during the third crusade almost 700 years ago. When the Catholic Church deemed it necessary to "disband" the Templar's, his temple monastery just outside of what is now Southern Munich was attacked. His home, his family, all he had ever known was burned and his home razed to the ground.
Alaric took a mighty blow and fell amongst his fellow brothers in the chapel where they had made their last stand....
However, as he lay dying amongst his brothers, wounded, and without hope a being appeared before him. The being was a large red dragon with six wings and 12 eyes, each blindfolded, and it spoke to him-offering him healing, power, and revenge, for his immortal soul and those of his first born sons.
Alaric, being fifty years of age accepted without another question. He did not plan on having any sons, nor did he plan on surviving his next encounter with his assailants. So, he did what he thought was best.
He accepted.
He found his assailants and with his new found ally, smote all but one of them as they returned otherwise victorious along the road south to the Vatican. Alaric was badly wounded in the fray once more and collapsed beside an old farmers mill. There he met the millers daughter, my great,great,great,great, Grandmother Gisella.
They fell in love, got married, and before he knew it, he had a first born son Albert Alaric Godfried. My great Grandmother died in childbirth and thus the vicious family curse began. Every first born son of my family tree is born with the mark of Samael, the dragon demon who haunts my family. As we call for his aid, for assistance or material things, Samael adds another part to the tattoo across our form. Once the tattoo is complete....We die. Of course, not before having another heir.
So, that is my family history. It is a long, dark, tale of gentleman and tyrants, scholars and merchants. However, recently my father was a great businessman. Trading stocks like he knew exactly what to invest in (no doubt thanks to his business partner 'Sammy'), he married my mother a beautiful, smart, well respected woman name Natalie and not long afterword, they had me. My mother died in child birth much to my father's grief and I was named after him.
He later re-married a gold-digging woman who cheated on him prolifically, and he died not long afterword, leaving me alone with a woman who hated my very existence and her two children by other men.
They died in the fire. I feel like it was my fault...I didn't like them, but...they didn't deserve that kind of an end...
If I hadn't though, my friends, and I would be dead....Not to mention Robin...
I won't let anything bad happen to her...I made a promise and I plan to keep it.
Samael and this rollercoaster of a year be damned I'll keep us safe.
-V
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