I didn’t actually ask for a first class suite with a view to every paranoid and insane person in Marid valley. But im not a complainer, i get by with what is offered and it’s known before that the ones too blind to their own nature is so much easier to prey on. Dont you think? First of, let me make one thing clear. this whole ‘find your inner beast’ thing was not my idea. Im rather sure that whoever saw the creature hiding within this old shell, would consider themselves on the wrong side of the bars. Some pathetic man with too much selfinterest searched for the easiest way to torture, what remained of the sanity from poor human souls in the santuary. By my standards he was the most sick of them all. The crave for blood sometimes gets the most cautious into neck-deep trouble and i dont mind being the hunted for a while, what i despice is when the hunter is a unscrupulous human. Poorly gifted as these mortals are, they tend to make mistakes, this unsavoury man made one, just one. He tried to enslave the wrong beast. But as my mother always used to say, where one fall down another shall raise, and till this hour i can still hear his small pathetic whimpers in my ears as i licked of his bloody tears, and drew out my nails from his heart. So fragile and yet so provoking to my senses.

I can hear them pray, laugh and whisper in every corner of my mind as they walk through the shapeless darkness shielding them against the outside world. Sometimes my sensitive mind touches another presence guiding them down the wrong road. For them there will be no salvation. But obviously he is none of my concern, after all we are not the only ones feasting on the frail minds of humans. Prowling through the santuary, build for every tormented soul of god, i prey on the strongest of the weak. In their eyes i see fear bound by the terror infront of them, they search for a reasonable explanation towards the beast draining their heartblood, but all they ever find is darkness. I pitty them and all that they stand for, they do not know that the only liberation they will ever find it when touched by the hand of death. So they fight and whimper, beg and cry, and i reasure them about the truth of life. Humanity was the favorites of god. But he of all will never be able to protect them from his very own abomination. Me.