A Worn Notebook
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Title: a worn notebook
Author: Aleph Aeirs
I know the cursed fiend is responsible for this horror. I can barely move the quill across this page, my grief is so ragged. He will come, and soon. When he does, I will be ready.
I will have my vengance.
ruined ruinedruinedruinedruined
LIGHT TAKE ME Azrielle is quite ill, her grief over the loss- I cannot continue, no matter how I try, I cannot bring myself to write the words that will name the tregedy that has come to define my every moment...
Azrielle calls to me.
---here are violent scratches, blotting out what appears to be a list. a single word at the top can barely be read---
SAGES LEFT
She runs a fever, speaking in fervent pleas and terse demands. She seeks to protect me, begging that I hide myself while I still can.
Over and over she screamed..
"It comes, it seeks you!" "Death is coming for you my love!"
---what follows is scrawl---
daddydaddydaddydaddy come out and play.
She is beyond comfort, I am left to pace, stopping to lay a cool cloth on her brow and whisper my sincerest apologies.
This morning I lay by her side, watching her fitful rest. She was mumbling, jerking her head, eyes rolled wildly behind tight lids.
How could I have brought this down upon my house? How could I have done this to her?
Did I truly believe, even for a moment, that I was able enough to protect my dearest when they needed me nost?
Dear sweet Azrielle- I have failed you, and for my folly you suffer,
This madness is a wound upon my heart that I cannot carry, would that it offered swift release from this mockery of a life.
Once respect, I am but a mockery of all that I stood for. Oh how I wish to call on the counsel of my dear friends- but I dare not!
I cannot rely on the assistance of others, else my cursed taint would spread anew, more death and destruction lying hidden in my requests for help.
I am a plague to all that I hold dear.
I cannot risk the injury and suffering of others, not when it is more than I can endure watching Azrielle, knowing I am to blame.
Her sanity, too costly a price
It is not supposed to be this way! How can this be my life? How can this be the end of all things, when I had such a different vision of world my work would bring?
I have planted a wretched seed, and from it springs the rot of fetid fruit, food for the maggots, unfit for even worms.
My Light, my Love- I am so very, very sorry.
CHARLATAGNE
LIGHTBRINGER
In the middle of the night, Azrielle clutched my arm with enough force to wake me. I do not even recall having closed my eyes. Even when the horrors that taunt the imagination of my waking hours became more vivid and absurd... my dreams serve as fertile landscape for shame and self loathing.
But when I awoke last night, it was to Azrielle's iron-clad grip upon my arm. Her eyes were open, and she stared at me with an intensity and focus I had not known from her