To look upon me, is to look upon the face of Satan, for I am a disciple and follower in his cult. On this earth, I dwell among the living, seeking to spread his seed, so that it may prosper and corrupt God’s children. Yet, I do not see myself as evil, nor do I imagine myself to be the devil’s own, despite what I have admitted to already.

Never have I called Satan by the name, “Lord”, nor shall I, for though I have committed foul deeds in this world, I am but a victim as much as those that I have taken life from. It is difficult to explain to a mortal, or to make understand, a plight such as my own, but I will relate as best as I can, what I am and why I am compelled to carry on what I do.

I am a disciple of hell, one of the most feared creatures of the night. Mankind has given me many names and I exist on every continent and in every culture. Whether one wishes to refer to me as wurdulak or nosferatu, the approximation of which is that I am a vampire.

Little is recalled in my long and painful memory of my birth, but what I do know, is that I have been. Never was I a number among the human race, but I was created in an effort to sabotage and spread terror and plague to those that live in the embrace of God.

I’ve slain many through these last few centuries, but rarely without some remorse or contempt within my very nature, for I am unique among my beings, for I bear the taint of humanity. Surely, I was sprung from the seed of Belial, but yet I can feel and empathize with these creatures that I prey upon. I have watched them go about their daily routines and longed for companionship and fellowship, within their ranks, but I know this could never be.

I am a repulsive and vile creature who lives on others, much like a parasite, and unlike others of my race, I do not see my superiority to these people. Rather, I envy them, for they can truly live, whence I cannot truly die.

Humanity wishes for nothing less than immortality, but it is a nightmare that no creature should endure, to live year after year in solitude, without any change in you, only the monotonous actions of instinct and survival. The world carries on its course and only I am left, unchanged, never to feel love or friendship, for I have learned that price before.