Warren’s Diary
Warren’s Diary
War is brewing across the world, and it makes the air itself stifling. The blood has already begun to turn bitter, and it seems that no matter how much I consume, I am never satisfied.
Lena claims that I have been cursed. I laughed at her mentions of it over the years; however, she has persisted with it. I know better than to doubt her; after all, she used to be a witch, and she still has magic in her blood. Yet I cannot find it in myself to care.
The night Levette and I last spent together, we dined on two witches from the bayou. Lena thinks the mother placed a curse on us and that it has turned me into an “unrecognizable monster”. I am slightly offended by her choice of words, but Lena rarely holds back.
Nevertheless, I am concerned less with curses and my past, and more with what my next adventure shall be.
Coven duty calls on occasion, making me rush back to wherever Lena is settled for the time being.
Still, it has been freeing to travel on my own and learn to survive without letting my emotional history pull me down.
Levette, I admit, is always on my mind. It is a curse in itself and one I have grown used to.
There are times I hope to see him on my travels and occasions when strangers on the street begin to look like him.
It is all painful to me and something I have become accustomed to.
When I am not avoiding my wistful thoughts, I am filled with unquenchable anger towards him once again.
For turning me into a monster, for claiming my heart so entirely that I struggle to be close to someone without their face turning into his in my mind.
Forgiveness. My soul calls for forgiveness for him and myself, but the monster within me rages against it. I would rather devour the world than let my humanity remind me of how far salvation is from my reach.
– Warren