The Curse of The Libertine.

The Curse of The Libertine.

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Chapter1 (v.1) - Prologue.

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Submitted: February 27, 2017

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I do not fear death; for death has become my oldest of companions.  It taunts me by taking all the ones I hold dear.  Yet, it never takes me.  It's sense of comedy is utterly cruel.  I asked to be beautiful, to be constant and adored.  I called to the lord without answer.  I sang to the angels to be met with only challenge.  And to those who hath not a name I begged as well; only to be given laughter in reply.  I know who I am and who I was, and yes: even who I yet am to become.

I am mortal, but only by flesh.  This is only a form of chicanery I'm afraid.  For my soul is old.  The creatures of both light and darkness are of the same nature to one such as myself.   This has been a constant venture.  But with each new vessel ''It'' also follows close behind.  It is a curse.  Death as infinite and powerful as it is - is also a jealous of an idea.  I cannot remember my first life as it was so long ago.  I only remember the images of those I have loved.

I remember the horrors of war, The void filling joys of having a child, The marvel of watching castles being raised and fall.  How powerful an idea can become with enough faith, and also the extreme gravities of its sucessful reign.  I also know the endless beauty of a rising sun during a declaration of peace.  I have known god's, and their prophets; I myself was technically at one time one as well.  However, I am older then most of those philosophical schools.

There are some like me, but they either think themselves mad, or treated as such.  After all: could you really name a difference between delusion and revelation?''.  No, honestly no one can.  I probably would have ended it all myself long ago; except: ''It'' won't let me.  Each life I am given a number and until I reach it; Nothing is allowed to touch or take me.  All manners of beings test it and tempt my oldest companion, but it will not subside.  It's a form of punishment for rejecting it's presence from once before.

Naturally through the moons and suns I learned a few tricks and left myself items which will help me in each new life to come. I've even made realms where my friend can't follow if need be.  So in truth there really isn't anything such thing as a true immortal; only punished strangers scorned by Deaths Jealousy.  You reject it; it rejects you and stalks you and all you care for.


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