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A Demon's History:
I was born a long time ago, in a wood near a small town.
I do not know what happened to my mother, though I suppose she's still about someplace,
I've never met her.
Some peasants, hearing my cries, took pity on me, and carried me to their
home. They had no other children...for one reason or another...and so they
adopted me.
I lived with them for seventeen years, and though I was different (I did
not know how different), they treated me as though I were their own. I've heard that
ignorance is bliss...and I'd have to agree. It was the happiest time in my life.
I was in the center of town, doing the shopping for my adoptive mother,
when I first saw my husband to be. He had paused while sorting through some
bottles of herbs, and seemed to be staring at me with an intense gaze. I asked the
owner of the booth who this man was, and was told, as the owner shuddered and
looked away, that he was the dreaded sorceror, who lived in the big house on
the hill. I wondered that my parents never mentioned him, and turned to look
at him again, nodding politely as I saw that he still stared, and kept on
with my shopping. I was a bit nervous when I noticed him following me about,
but I made all of my purchases, and began to head home. He continued to
follow me until I reached our humble cottage and slipped safely through the
door. A peek out the window satisfied me that he had gone away. A few days
later, he returned, and asked my adoptive father for my hand, offering a
large sum in return. My father, in the face of so many riches, could not say
no...nor did I blame him...and so we were married the very next day.
Time passed, and I was content to some extent. I began to have a
taste for the finer things in life...it seems he was very well off...and, for
the most part, he spent much of his time in his laboratory. When we were
together, he was polite, though he still tended to stare at me with that
strange, intense gaze...
One night, after we had only been married for a little over two years, I woke, half asleep and feeling disoriented...I looked about an
unfamiliar room. I tried to sit up and found that I could not. I was
strapped to something like an operating table. I stifled the panic that I
naturally felt, and tried to take in my surroundings. There were bottles,
and surgical instruments. Hearing a sound, I looked toward it...it was my
husband approaching me...he had a strange look on his face...it was very
frightening...then he spoke of his undying love for me...and some gibberish
about even death not separating us now....I didn't listen carefully, for my
attention was drawn to the needle he held in his hand...its syringe was
filled with a reddish liquid...then he finished his speech, and bent down to
kiss me...as he did, he injected me with this stuff...I winced at the pain
the needle caused...and began to feel very strange as he straightened up
again...I felt my body changing rapidly as the stuff moved through me (liquid pain)..and I
knew he had injected me with some dreadful disease...used me as a test for
his experiment....anger and pain gave me strength, and I burst through my
bonds...and killed him. I fled the town, fearing punishment. In the years that followed, I discovered that I did not age any more..as those around me did..and
that I craved blood, and was never sated. I had become a monster.
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