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| Anthropos Misos My name is Caster Crucible. There are things I know about myself, and things I can no longer remember. I’ll do my best to write what I can. First and foremost, I refer to myself as an optimistic misanthrope, that is, I hate the human race, but I understand that it isn’t fare that I do, and I also believe it is capable of betterment. The reasons for this will become apparent as you read. I was born on June 16th 1601 in Budapest, Transylvania. I was the son of a Transylvanian noble. I do not know anything more about my family. Three months after I was born, Michael the Brave (our leader at that time) was killed under the command of Giorgio Basta (a general of the Habsburg Emperor). I have learned this from my own research, and vague memories. When I was three years old (1604) my parents were killed for refusing the Catholic faith. I was taken away to be Germanized, and raised to become a Catholic clergy member in the heart of the Holy Roman Empire, Heiliges Römisches Reich. I did not take to the religion, in fact, I was so uncooperative that I did not partake of the Eucharist until I was seventeen years old (1618). In between those times, I worked as a cook’s assistant. Shortly after my first communion, I was sent to a parish back in Budapest, where I awoke as a vampire for the first time. This was during the Hungarian golden age, when protestants were growing in popularity under the rule of Gabriel Bethlen. I found myself uninterested in the church, and more and more interested in blood. I was clergy by day, and the drinker of animal blood by night, which continued until I was found out by another clergyman. I remember killing him there in my room before he could tell anyone what I had done. I didn’t really know at the time why I felt so angry, why I seemed to dislike the faith so much. I had been raised to be Catholic, and I was Catholic, I just felt in my heart that they were somehow my enemy. I did not remember at the time what had happened to my parents. I then became a fugitive, a shadow in the night, living where people feared to go, and surviving as best as I could. After a long time of doing this, I made my way to the Netherlands, and joined the Dutch East India Company (1624). I was sent across the sea to the New World, to a place called “New Amsterdam” where I helped build Fort Amsterdam on Manhattan island. When it was finished, I started a business there as a hunter and a fur trader, making enough money to keep me living well. By this time, (1627) I was 26 years old. Now you must understand… that I (by this point) had remembered what had happened to my parents. I had grown a hatred for people. I blamed society for the hurt I had gone through, and did not care weather any man woman or child lived or died. I fed off the stragglers, the street people, and the Indians in the woods as the rest of the settlement slept. I only needed about a cup of blood a month, so usually only one person every two months would go missing, and these people were very seldom missed. To dispose of the bodies when I was finished drinking, I would skin them, removing their muscles from their bones, and sell their meat to the people in the settlement as dear, moose, or elk along with furs I was already selling from game I had killed. The bones I would tie to large rocks, and throw into the Hudson River. This went on until the year 1664, when war finally made its way to me, when the English took control of the city, and began the second Anglo-Dutch War. Feeling the strain of old age, and the hopelessness of a better life, I stopped eating. Shortly after that, in the woods not far from the Hudson River, on April 23rd, 1665, I died of malnutrition at the age of 64. To my knowledge, my body was never found. Upon my death, to my disbelief, I did not cease to exist. I simply blended in with everything around me. It was as if I was a formless energy, a consciousness, like the atoms of my body had merged with the atoms of everything else. Time seemed to no longer matter, nor did the world around me. It had become a blur of color, smell, and sound I could not, nor did I want to understand. I was in my own world, my own private bliss. Memories of my life faded into a blur, as did all thoughts in my no longer existent head. I was a creature of will, completely content with everything. Memories of this time are very blurry. After a (seemingly) long time, I noticed a particularly interesting smell/color, above me, and I made my way towards it. When I reached it, I sensed that it was most beautiful. I was completely enthralled with it. It was so wonderful. It was like eating the most delicious food, or drinking the most wonderfully tasting blood. I needed it. I sensed that there were other being around me. Being like me, and beings I sensed to be different from me. They were all gathered around this Beautiful sound/color I had found. As I tried to concentrate on the other beings around me, I noticed another sound/color below me. It was different from the first, but far more attractive. I made my way towards it. It was very small, I realized after getting close to it, only slightly bigger than a spec of dust. I found that I was like to it, in the way my body once was. After realizing this, I began to push myself upon it. The sensation was similar to what a sponge would feel if it was being squished into a very tight space. I was compressing myself into the spec. I was forcing all myself, all my vastness into this thing, this seed that I would live through, but I knew somehow that it was right for me to do. As soon as I had finished, I forgot everything. I was thoughtless, completely content, but unaware of everything. After a time, I was born to a young woman in the state of Montana, in a town called Corvallis. I was her third child. The date was June 16th, 1991, 326 years after my death. I grew up a protestant Christian, unaware of my past, or my underlying vampirism. My father was abusive and a sexual predator, my mother unaware of her husband’s evil. I was confused, and my upbringing was erratic. After some time, and a great amount of trauma, drama, and pain, my mother re-married, and moved to a different home. Near October of 2006 I awoke again as a vampire, but I was still unaware of my subconscious memories of the life I had forgotten. On August 2nd, 2008, I remembered my previous existence. There is no regret greater than mine for the people I have killed. I wish more than anything I could go back and change things, lead a life that sets me apart from the brutality of the human kind, but I know I cannot. I have been remembering more and more details every day. I hope in the near future, I will remember everything, but until that time, I can only do my best, and hope that one day mankind will better it’s self. Till then, I will live quietly, in the shadow of society, amongst you, but not open to you, setting an example for those like me. This is my way, the way of an optimistic misanthrope. Today I am 407 years old. |
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we fought like heros, but died like fools
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In light there will always be darkness...
In a group of enemies there will always be friends...
In this world of people,
Who are we to decide who is 'good' and who is 'evil'?
~bccomics AkA (Sugar-chan) >.>' So they say...
(you should so write that up into a short story!)
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