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The writings of the Duke and the Count.
You are free to inquire.
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im a sexy bitch
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February 28th
The end is so close I can almost taste it.
The Duke
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January 17th
Can you see the murder in my eyes?
With love,
The Duke
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Rage.
January 11th
This is the end of days. Eternal night is upon us.
It is a time to detach yourselves from this world’s affairs, and live for yourself. This is a time for hedonism. These weak-minded fools cannot stop you. Rise above them, and crush them, if you so desire. I will burn this world eternally.
Savour your terror, dear friends. It is an immaturity that I hope you will grow out of, but it’s just so damn comfortable. Run roaring into the flames, or run screaming from them, it matters not.
This conflagration is what you are. Ignite.
With hate,
The Duke
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This world is giving me vasocongestion.
January tenth.
Every week, we come closer to oblivion. We flirt with it. We dance circles around it, coming ever closer, but never quite achieving our necrotic release.
I still have confidence in you, humans. I have seen you obliterate empires greater than you’ve known. I have seen you desecrate everything pure and innocent you find. I have seen the sun fall from the sky, and I know in my blackened heart that you will succeed in destroying this world.
My heart swells with pride at your suicidal efforts. I can see that you are afraid of death. You need not be. I have seen behind this opaque veil, and the abyss calls to you.
Hear her song. Sing along.
With love,
The Duke
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January 4, midnight - I see the twilight of humankind. Through my dark work I will make this world crumble into dust. First it will be the people and then their buildings. Even the cemeteries will dissipate into nothing. My cold hand spreads across the globe and causes terror in every corner of the Earth. My hatred drips from my mortal body and infects the land for all time.
“My thirst for revenge almost strangles me.”
Transylvania,
- The Count
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Found pasted in the Count’s journal.
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Incantation
December 23 - My love of death knows no bounds. I am the Grim Reaper and I have come for the village. Revenge has arrived for the peons who wasted their lives while I was born into death. I draw in the sweet smell of corpses rolling over the dark mountains. It lingers in my throat and leaves a sweet thirst. The sun is dead and the moon is frozen. My spirit will haunt these woods and infect them with evil for all time. I wish only bad things on the human race. May your minds decay and your souls wither away. I shall rule a frozen domain in perpetual solitude.
Eternal night,The Count
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December 23, presumably early morning, still no sun
A truly oppressive wave of ecstasy washed over me when my shipment arrived tonight. I shall execute an inventory later. I must venture into the village. While it is inconceivable that any other mental company could be so engaging and fascinating as the Count, my bedchamber grows colder than the grave.
With love,
The Duke
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December 22, still no sun
I suspect this consummate darkness is a localized event. The pestiferous nature of the Count and I has long corrupted the world around us, but this is perhaps the first instance of our defilement of the natural order of the world, outside the kitchen and the bedroom. I will have to discuss this development with my dear friend.
With love,
The Duke
