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
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