• So this is me, my words, written here to tell you who I am.
    But who am I? I don`t even know the answer myself, wondering who`s that creature , which I see in the mirrors, haunting me, following me. More than just pale, its skin is whiter than those of any human being , even whiter than a vampire`s skin, killing the last impression of facing a living person. Those eyes, like black holes, they don`t look healthier at all. As black as the things they have seen in all those ages. Dark shadows under them and sharp fangs hidden behind nearly colorless lips finish this face, my face - a daemon one`s.

    If you don`t take a closer look at me, I`d say that you won`t tell me appart from one of these foolish blooddrinking creatures. Long black hair, pale skin - but completely black eyes.
    Allthought, those human details just hide what I am , a daemon - as one of them I live, as one of them I think. My weapon`s blade has drunken much of my enemys blood, those long years of suffering an wandering on this world made me train a lot and there were many man who thought that they could beat me.....but I`m not going to die these days. Not now. Even if i can`t bear this world, it`s not worth to die for it.
    All those .... all those things, my outer appereance, the way i think and live, they are really different, not even a single creature sees the world as I do. So I might be like a black sheep in a herd of white one`s for the others who cross my way. Only my folks, those creatures lurking in the shadows and the rest who fears the sun, accepts me as I am. Unfortunately the number of those sort of "people" has decreased since the Angel`s Order has been revived.

    Many angels now are hunting the dark one`s , someone must have taken controll over their minds. Just because they have fluffy feathery wings and come from uppon the clouds those angels proudly say that they are the greatest and that only the light shall exist. If I`d rate the situation now, they are not able to run us down alone, but more and more of us disappear or get killed by those angles.

    Do I really have to say that I don`t like them?
    Hiding in the crowd, I exist just because I hope I don`t have to meet them too sonn. Well, as far as I know there might not be many of them who would be dangerous for me.
    This world is nothing, I have seen greater one`s. Nevermind, now my destiny is to suffer.

    I am bored.