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+They call me the Mother of Darkness but what is a mother to a child if not a god. Believe it or not, I love this world. In fact, I dedicated my life to this world once upon a time. I took a vow and swore my life away all those years ago but as time passed I saw the flaws of this god. A living god who walks among us claiming to love us, claiming to be wholly good and does everything for us. Then why is there suffering? Why is there pain? It is because of her light this darkness exists in the first place. The same darkness that claimed me.
I give mercy to the sick, food for the hungry and hope for the meek. I bring new life to dying lands and work for restless. All I ask is for adoration in return. No gaudy temples, no tributes or alms.
Unlike her, I truly feel love for my children. I provide and care for them; like a mother truly should.

+I remember the day I let the devil in my court, a foreign noble with treasures unseen, treasures she offered in exchange for my audience. She spun her words in a way I couldn't resist, an offer I could not refuse. Money and power, to rule my land proper, for my people to know prosperity once more. It was no secret my family's blood was weak, our coffers were running dry and own land grew little more than weeds. The fiendish nobles in my court circled like vultures, waiting to take a bite from my corpse. To tear this castle right from under my feet and to destroy the legacy I maintained. I played the lord and lady and as entertaining and novel as it was, everyone soon grew bored of my shenanigans. A choice had to be made, and this woman was to be my savior. Though now I know the price at which it came.

Every full moon it is the same; The aches and pains, the fever and lust that overtakes me, body and mind. The madding violence that drives my body to crave more, how my heart beats harder at the thought of slaughter and to gorge myself on such sin. My court of nobles, now ghouls who live only to sate the same hunger and sadist yearnings. Though I suppose that has not changed, only now it is not hidden behind closed doors. Their emaciated and disgusting bodies, how they revel in the horrors they have become. As the moon fills they circle me and chant, chant for me to lead them.

“Howl my Lord!”
“Sate your thirst, my Lady!”
“Lead us to the feast!”

They all jeer but through it all, I can still hear her words.

“You wouldn't be as ugly if you just let it take you. How beautiful you could be.”
“How many moons need to pass before you give in?”
“Be my beast of blood, my hound of hell and lead your court to the hunt.”

No matter how many times I wish to strike her, to use my sadist whims against her... but I cannot! My heart is filled with such love for her but in my mind I know do not, the boiling blood in my veins cooled by the mere sight of those hellish eyes. My skin yearns for her touch and for her lips to graze my own. The beast loves this devil and I can not resist, now my kingdom pays for my weakness. My grand castle lays on the feted rot of my mistakes. The scathing paintings of my predecessors judge me as I walk shamefully through these once glorious halls. So now I wait with my arms welcoming and the gates open waiting for the day of my death. For a hero to emerge but this tainted land has borne no heroes, only the meek that grovel in the shadow of this monster I have become.

+ I remember the first night, I never heard a more beautiful voice in my life, to see her grace me with her presence as I laid in the mud; starved and scared. I was being hunted by the villagers, I was to blame and others like me for the drought. For the locus that had come. For the death that swept across the land and it was in our death that all would be right again. I remember she offered her pristine hand to me and a smile that made me weep. She promised she would give a chance to find who I was. Chance for a real purpose and not just a victim. I took her hand and she took me away from all this.

She said I was special. That I did not need her dark gift. That humans had something that no vampire or any creature had. It was more than bloodlust or ambition, something greater then instinct. It made humans far more dangerous than any animal. A will to overcome, a drive that stems from our very nature, to defy the odds and to become more. For twenty years I trained and pushed harder to become more than any human. Every time Death came to claim me, I refused. I had no fear and I felt no pain; all I felt was true love for the one who gave me purpose. I am her eyes, her hands the very extension of her will. I stand vigilant during the day, eager to see her when the sun sets and to feel her touch. I am now the one to be feared as they sit scared in their homes. As they pray for this darkness to end but no one will hear them. Even if someone does come, it doesn't matter because I am here.

I am the one that hunts the hunters.

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+They call me the Mother of Darkness but what is a mother to a child if not a god. Believe it or not, I love this world. In fact, I dedicated my life to this world once upon a time. I took a vow and swore my life away all those years ago but as time passed I saw the flaws of this god. A living god who walks among us claiming to love us, claiming to be wholly good and does everything for us. Then why is there suffering? Why is there pain? It is because of her light this darkness exists in the first place. The same darkness that claimed me.
I give mercy to the sick, food for the hungry and hope for the meek. I bring new life to dying lands and work for restless. All I ask is for adoration in return. No gaudy temples, no tributes or alms.
Unlike her, I truly feel love for my children. I provide and care for them; like a mother truly should.

+I remember the day I let the devil in my court, a foreign noble with treasures unseen, treasures she offered in exchange for my audience. She spun her words in a way I couldn't resist, an offer I could not refuse. Money and power, to rule my land proper, for my people to know prosperity once more. It was no secret my family's blood was weak, our coffers were running dry and own land grew little more than weeds. The fiendish nobles in my court circled like vultures, waiting to take a bite from my corpse. To tear this castle right from under my feet and to destroy the legacy I maintained. I played the lord and lady and as entertaining and novel as it was, everyone soon grew bored of my shenanigans. A choice had to be made, and this woman was to be my savior. Though now I know the price at which it came.

Every full moon it is the same; The aches and pains, the fever and lust that overtakes me, body and mind. The madding violence that drives my body to crave more, how my heart beats harder at the thought of slaughter and to gorge myself on such sin. My court of nobles, now ghouls who live only to sate the same hunger and sadist yearnings. Though I suppose that has not changed, only now it is not hidden behind closed doors. Their emaciated and disgusting bodies, how they revel in the horrors they have become. As the moon fills they circle me and chant, chant for me to lead them.

“Howl my Lord!”
“Sate your thirst, my Lady!”
“Lead us to the feast!”

They all jeer but through it all, I can still hear her words.

“You wouldn't be as ugly if you just let it take you. How beautiful you could be.”
“How many moons need to pass before you give in?”
“Be my beast of blood, my hound of hell and lead your court to the hunt.”

No matter how many times I wish to strike her, to use my sadist whims against her... but I cannot! My heart is filled with such love for her but in my mind I know do not, the boiling blood in my veins cooled by the mere sight of those hellish eyes. My skin yearns for her touch and for her lips to graze my own. The beast loves this devil and I can not resist, now my kingdom pays for my weakness. My grand castle lays on the feted rot of my mistakes. The scathing paintings of my predecessors judge me as I walk shamefully through these once glorious halls. So now I wait with my arms welcoming and the gates open waiting for the day of my death. For a hero to emerge but this tainted land has borne no heroes, only the meek that grovel in the shadow of this monster I have become.

+ I remember the first night, I never heard a more beautiful voice in my life, to see her grace me with her presence as I laid in the mud; starved and scared. I was being hunted by the villagers, I was to blame and others like me for the drought. For the locus that had come. For the death that swept across the land and it was in our death that all would be right again. I remember she offered her pristine hand to me and a smile that made me weep. She promised she would give a chance to find who I was. Chance for a real purpose and not just a victim. I took her hand and she took me away from all this.

She said I was special. That I did not need her dark gift. That humans had something that no vampire or any creature had. It was more than bloodlust or ambition, something greater then instinct. It made humans far more dangerous than any animal. A will to overcome, a drive that stems from our very nature, to defy the odds and to become more. For twenty years I trained and pushed harder to become more than any human. Every time Death came to claim me, I refused. I had no fear and I felt no pain; all I felt was true love for the one who gave me purpose. I am her eyes, her hands the very extension of her will. I stand vigilant during the day, eager to see her when the sun sets and to feel her touch. I am now the one to be feared as they sit scared in their homes. As they pray for this darkness to end but no one will hear them. Even if someone does come, it doesn't matter because I am here.

I am the one that hunts the hunters.