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The Humanoid Diaries: Aerieus
Entry One
Dear Diary,
I am solitary...solitary in this strange place. Is this Heaven...or is this ****? Maybe it is both. Both because its paradise, because there is silence. Torment, because it is silent.
Hmm...so odd.
So, very odd.
I am by myself, for once, I am by myself.
Dead.
I died two weeks ago.
I am dead.
Gone.
Dead.
I have never believed in the afterlife. Yet, here am I.
Where do I go now?
I am sitting, on this rock...thinking about the life I've lived. The glorious life I lived. The power I had in my hand. The world I owned. The world was mine, now that I am no longer in it...who would take my place...though I know who...that traitor! Phoenix is a traitor. I gave her everything! I made her who she was...and she repays me by killing me...and sending me to this ****ed place of silence!!!!?
What madness...!
A thief, she was...Curse the day, the thought of creating her came to my mind----
Now the creation supersedes the master. But I will get my revenge. I will get it soon enough, as soon as I find away out of this world.
I am trying desperately to figure out how I ended up in this place. It is a foreign enviornment. All there is is sand...and heat...it is hot...unberably hot...as if there is flames...but there are no flames...just a teal blue sky overhangs...without a cloud in it. A vulture circles above, hoping for me to die...(but I'm already dead.) I have been in this area for three days...and there isn't a soul around.
Oh how I long for company...how I long for my beloved Teddy. The source of my power. My beloved....B--
*sigh*
I can't say his name...not in this place...
But I am thinking of him now...
He was so pretty...
Why do I think of him?
Ah, it doesn't matter. He probably was rejoicing at my death. He despised me! Loathed me! But his hatred...was attractive to me...his passionate disdain for me...was like a bittersweet poison...oh how I thirsted for his hatred now...It made me feel alive.
Alive, because I made him...because I created him, and he had no idea. He had no idea of what I've done to him...of how I altered his life, to place pleasure in mine.
He never knew how I watched his every movement, how I studied him, how I read his thoughts...how I ----
I must admit, now I am entertained with memories.
My mood is lighter now.
I suppose I will rest, and continue my journey later into the night.
Sincerly Yours,
Aerieus.
I am solitary...solitary in this strange place. Is this Heaven...or is this ****? Maybe it is both. Both because its paradise, because there is silence. Torment, because it is silent.
Hmm...so odd.
So, very odd.
I am by myself, for once, I am by myself.
Dead.
I died two weeks ago.
I am dead.
Gone.
Dead.
I have never believed in the afterlife. Yet, here am I.
Where do I go now?
I am sitting, on this rock...thinking about the life I've lived. The glorious life I lived. The power I had in my hand. The world I owned. The world was mine, now that I am no longer in it...who would take my place...though I know who...that traitor! Phoenix is a traitor. I gave her everything! I made her who she was...and she repays me by killing me...and sending me to this ****ed place of silence!!!!?
What madness...!
A thief, she was...Curse the day, the thought of creating her came to my mind----
Now the creation supersedes the master. But I will get my revenge. I will get it soon enough, as soon as I find away out of this world.
I am trying desperately to figure out how I ended up in this place. It is a foreign enviornment. All there is is sand...and heat...it is hot...unberably hot...as if there is flames...but there are no flames...just a teal blue sky overhangs...without a cloud in it. A vulture circles above, hoping for me to die...(but I'm already dead.) I have been in this area for three days...and there isn't a soul around.
Oh how I long for company...how I long for my beloved Teddy. The source of my power. My beloved....B--
*sigh*
I can't say his name...not in this place...
But I am thinking of him now...
He was so pretty...
Why do I think of him?
Ah, it doesn't matter. He probably was rejoicing at my death. He despised me! Loathed me! But his hatred...was attractive to me...his passionate disdain for me...was like a bittersweet poison...oh how I thirsted for his hatred now...It made me feel alive.
Alive, because I made him...because I created him, and he had no idea. He had no idea of what I've done to him...of how I altered his life, to place pleasure in mine.
He never knew how I watched his every movement, how I studied him, how I read his thoughts...how I ----
I must admit, now I am entertained with memories.
My mood is lighter now.
I suppose I will rest, and continue my journey later into the night.
Sincerly Yours,
Aerieus.