Vampire epic 1/3:
The Ascension
I am Elisabeth,
and this is the sorted tale of my life.
It began with a monster,
in the guise of the one I called Father.
It began with mankind and my rape of that race,
I harbour no ill malcontent,
but the rage at being inferior.
On a hollow eve,
when the moon was full against the black skin,
and her stars caressed me, he came.
A monster of legend.
The monster breathed in me new life,
with and sight and sound I could never have fathomed.
Longinus taught me of the instinct,
the one only reserved for immortals.
The instinct to hunt,
and the thrill in the kill.
But then the monster came for,
and in my weakened state seemed to take advantage of me.
But he was my saviour, the monster of legend.
In my grasp he passed the to me the fear ridden body.
In my grasp my Father showered tears of agony,
for his death was slow and torturous.
For all the hours of the night,
I drank from ill conceived blood.
Devouring him was simple,
draining his soul was complicated.
It held onto it’s host,
far worse than the others,
far worse than anyone I would ever kill.
In the moment I became my Father,
for his blood and soul flowed through me.
I felt the fear and hatred for my kind.
Fear.
Hatred.
These words held new meaning for me.
They held in them reverence for the sacred.
And sacred to us was the blood,
the innocence and beauty in the blood.
Although my curse, I revelled in that beauty.
I suppose I have become my Father.
In a way he will always be apart of me.
But my new Father,
my saviour,
I will always hold to my heart and my own soul.
This war that he crusades for,
this war that he covets,
it is my war now.
In the hand of the just, the Father,
I have ascended.
