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"And behold, a pale horse, and he who sat on it, his name was Death. Hades followed with him. Authority over one fourth of the earth, to kill with the sword, with famine, with death, and by the wild animals of the earth was given to him."
Nicholai always called me "the man who brings death and takes nothing in return". I never thought of it as a metaphor before, but now, I am not too sure. Heh, it's funny. I never used to think like this. But I guess certain things change a man; certain events mold a man.
I'm an assasin, a soldier, a bringer, and never a receiver. I tend to find myself disconnecting from normal human behavior; I don't mingle within the community, I don't find it needed to even reveal my face to people. That only leads a man like me into trouble. Women have seduced me; all men have been seduced once in their lifetime. However, all of my midnight lovers? Well, they've been assasins for the most part. Fellow killers, fellow audiences of Death himself. Never once have they been successful. I suppose that is why I became the black widow for a period of time. Any woman I slept with was immediately assasinated near the end of our courtship. I don't think I ever finished with a woman; maybe they were done, but I never was.
Perhaps that is apart of me; Death is never really satisfied.
And now something else creeps into my "chambers". Hard to explain, really. It wouldn't assasinate me unless I made a reason to be assassinated. But there is this sense of dread and being out of control that I cannot fathom. I am usually the one who runs things; having this presence in my life is making that difficult.
I suppose we will just have to see how the Devil and Death dance. From Revelations, it seems they are one in the same. Hades bestows a forth of the Earth to Death; should I believe I will be given the same?
Personal Report
Alexander Sierra
September 8th