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
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