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"I never wanted to trust anyone… Yet it seems like I did."

Pardon me. I am a little caught up, so to speak, in my writing. Oh, yes, madam or mister, I am a writer… A published one, even. Lord above knows what they see in my writing, though. Ah, well, cannot do anything about it, can I? I guess I should be happy… It makes me feel less guilty about being a wealthy Rayn.

Ahh, Rayns.

I hate them. I wish… I wish the dëemons did not have this kind of governments… Everything would be so much better if it were like… Like anything else… Bloody lords…

...bloody Blood Lord…

No, cannot be. It has been too short time since I hunted last time for it to happen again… I… I must be hallucinating…

Ah, the sweet scent of blood…

No. I cannot. I cannot allow myself to do such things. Not again.

I am sorry; let us start this again, shall we? Ah, I… Yes, I certainly do wish the dëemons had a different kind of government. Especially since it would mean that I will not have to be their ruler. Many people, especially humans, seem to not understand this… This desire to get away from a ruling position. Not a miracle, however. Humans… Their petty minds and emotions are of such arrogant, megalomanic caliber, it is no wonder. Hah. I bet anyone, absolutely anyone of them would wish for my situation. What a ridiculous thought. To wish for being a bloodthirsty vampire, with no morals towards murder whatsoever. And it is all for the power. Power, you see, can drive anyone crazy. I am fairly sure I have never been there, though. Hence the "can" instead of the present tense of "to drive".

Ahh, yes. Humans would wish to be… To be as inhuman (but really, what is "human"? Have humans not already destroyed the purpose of that adjective with their general behaviour?) as humanly possible (see what I did there? Ahaha -- no.), only to get that damned power they all hunger for. And they will all get destroyed in the end. So what is the point?

What is the point. Ha, what a pointless question indeed. Because everything will literally go to Hell one day. Oh, yes… Hell. That is nature's course, my friends… It is impossible, impossible that it will go another way. Completely impossible. Because nobody can manage to keep a world, or a Universe for that sake, even relatively equilibrial. Hell, look at the Chimeans! They were a proud war-faring people, until they lost the War of Mirrors to the Ärchens. Now they are a pathetic, downtrodden race, struggling to live in a prejudiced community. And guess who created this prejudiced community? Well, it was first created by the Chimeans, but the Dràconi shaped it and created the fears, prejudices and Amathaylinis-knows-what that lead the people of the present Eléntra. Morons. It will backfire on them someday.

And then we have the Sirise. They were hunted and burned, like humans hunted and burned witches. Granted, the Sirise have the powers of Elde, but then the Dràconi could just as well go hunt down their Guardians and the Destinies. Would be of just as much use, anyway.

Eléntra a fair world? I think not.

Of course, nobody besides a certain few seem to realise this… Most people appear to think that Eléntra is a great world. Hell if I know why. I cannot come up with a single good thing about this place. Why I don't move somewhere else? Well, see, Eléntra is far, far better than anywhere else right now. Maybe except Mithir, but then again, I don't feel like moving. The scenery around here is of the utmost beauty… I can be quite honest when telling you that I have not seen scenery of such beauty before. Not even in old Germany, my home-country. Not even, in fact, in the ladies or the red wine that signify the aristocratic parties thrown by the Rayn clan. Now, being the queer that I am, the former is not a big surprise. But the latter, however…

Ahem. I don't think I should talk of my… Opinions on alcohol. Cruel things, cruel things…

Ah, not to dwell on the fears of the past. And yet… Stultum est timere quod vitare non potes. It is foolish to fear that which you cannot avoid. Is it not? Oh, indeed it is…

I don't know. It is, to quote my stepbrother, "Fascinating," how… How everything is. Why everything is like it is. Sometimes I wish I could go back and do things differently. Other times I do not... But sometimes we just do not know what could happen, do we? Nah, that is not it… We do know, we just do not... We do not grasp it. We all try so hard to reach a goal we cannot reach, we end up overlooking the doors that are opened on the way…

But we are all mortal, are we not? And yet, tanta stultitia mortalium est. What fools these mortals are.

An affectionate ramble,

Cedric Thikiyo Rayn,
March 18, 2010,
The Blood Palace, Đennin Hills, Eléntra.

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"I never wanted to trust anyone… Yet it seems like I did."

Pardon me. I am a little caught up, so to speak, in my writing. Oh, yes, madam or mister, I am a writer… A published one, even. Lord above knows what they see in my writing, though. Ah, well, cannot do anything about it, can I? I guess I should be happy… It makes me feel less guilty about being a wealthy Rayn.

Ahh, Rayns.

I hate them. I wish… I wish the dëemons did not have this kind of governments… Everything would be so much better if it were like… Like anything else… Bloody lords…

...bloody Blood Lord…

No, cannot be. It has been too short time since I hunted last time for it to happen again… I… I must be hallucinating…

Ah, the sweet scent of blood…

No. I cannot. I cannot allow myself to do such things. Not again.

I am sorry; let us start this again, shall we? Ah, I… Yes, I certainly do wish the dëemons had a different kind of government. Especially since it would mean that I will not have to be their ruler. Many people, especially humans, seem to not understand this… This desire to get away from a ruling position. Not a miracle, however. Humans… Their petty minds and emotions are of such arrogant, megalomanic caliber, it is no wonder. Hah. I bet anyone, absolutely anyone of them would wish for my situation. What a ridiculous thought. To wish for being a bloodthirsty vampire, with no morals towards murder whatsoever. And it is all for the power. Power, you see, can drive anyone crazy. I am fairly sure I have never been there, though. Hence the "can" instead of the present tense of "to drive".

Ahh, yes. Humans would wish to be… To be as inhuman (but really, what is "human"? Have humans not already destroyed the purpose of that adjective with their general behaviour?) as humanly possible (see what I did there? Ahaha -- no.), only to get that damned power they all hunger for. And they will all get destroyed in the end. So what is the point?

What is the point. Ha, what a pointless question indeed. Because everything will literally go to Hell one day. Oh, yes… Hell. That is nature's course, my friends… It is impossible, impossible that it will go another way. Completely impossible. Because nobody can manage to keep a world, or a Universe for that sake, even relatively equilibrial. Hell, look at the Chimeans! They were a proud war-faring people, until they lost the War of Mirrors to the Ärchens. Now they are a pathetic, downtrodden race, struggling to live in a prejudiced community. And guess who created this prejudiced community? Well, it was first created by the Chimeans, but the Dràconi shaped it and created the fears, prejudices and Amathaylinis-knows-what that lead the people of the present Eléntra. Morons. It will backfire on them someday.

And then we have the Sirise. They were hunted and burned, like humans hunted and burned witches. Granted, the Sirise have the powers of Elde, but then the Dràconi could just as well go hunt down their Guardians and the Destinies. Would be of just as much use, anyway.

Eléntra a fair world? I think not.

Of course, nobody besides a certain few seem to realise this… Most people appear to think that Eléntra is a great world. Hell if I know why. I cannot come up with a single good thing about this place. Why I don't move somewhere else? Well, see, Eléntra is far, far better than anywhere else right now. Maybe except Mithir, but then again, I don't feel like moving. The scenery around here is of the utmost beauty… I can be quite honest when telling you that I have not seen scenery of such beauty before. Not even in old Germany, my home-country. Not even, in fact, in the ladies or the red wine that signify the aristocratic parties thrown by the Rayn clan. Now, being the queer that I am, the former is not a big surprise. But the latter, however…

Ahem. I don't think I should talk of my… Opinions on alcohol. Cruel things, cruel things…

Ah, not to dwell on the fears of the past. And yet… Stultum est timere quod vitare non potes. It is foolish to fear that which you cannot avoid. Is it not? Oh, indeed it is…

I don't know. It is, to quote my stepbrother, "Fascinating," how… How everything is. Why everything is like it is. Sometimes I wish I could go back and do things differently. Other times I do not... But sometimes we just do not know what could happen, do we? Nah, that is not it… We do know, we just do not... We do not grasp it. We all try so hard to reach a goal we cannot reach, we end up overlooking the doors that are opened on the way…

But we are all mortal, are we not? And yet, tanta stultitia mortalium est. What fools these mortals are.

An affectionate ramble,

Cedric Thikiyo Rayn,
March 18, 2010,
The Blood Palace, Đennin Hills, Eléntra.