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June 26th, 2010

Sooo, last night was the first official full moon for June. Freakin’ finally, right? Not usually significant other than the usual vampiric/lycan issues we’ll need to deal with. Irritation, moodiness, hunger that food can’t solve (no, we don’t drink blood or eat flesh), power & energy enhancements. Stuff like that. Well, Morgaea was complaining about not eating and Ox said to eat the lil energy rats that were wandering around. It didn’t occur to me that anything was going on at the time whenever Morgaea attacked the first rat because Ox’s power and my power kind of send up a natural flare. She fed and on his way back into the house, Ox noticed some strange markings on the trunk of our car. Draconic symbols that he had Malakesh start to translate.

He went back inside and I/Morgaea was left outside playing around in the moonlight. It was really bright outside last night. Anyway, guess who should decide to show up while Morgaea’s dancing around? Arcroux. Gawd, I can’t spell his name; I can barely pronounce it correctly. We’ll say Lord Aro from Twilight (I want to kill myself for using a reference from that stupid series, but it’s as close of a coincidence as anyone has gotten to compare certain aspects of the supernatural realm; don’t take all of her works for truth, though. We vampires don’t sparkle, dear lord.) just for the sake of not being able to spell his name. Either way, he popped up and started butting his nose into the business concerning the markings. Morgaea threatened him, lead him inside to talk to Ox, and it turns out the markings weren’t Vampiric like “Aro” thought they were; they were Draconic. He said he was looking for a rogue vampire. Alucard (yes, there is an actual vampire named Alucard) was brought up and we simply lied and told “Aro” that we haven’t seen him; that wasn’t who the rogue vampire was anyway–thankfully. So, no, we haven’t been attacked by a rogue vampire…yet. I’ll bet someone $20 he shows up soon, though. We aren’t exactly unnoticeable.

Carrying on with the events, it was explained that Destromada–the Harbinger of Destruction–is looking for his brother Peinene or Maladon, the Harbinger of Pain, who resides within a suitable host: Ox. Destromada’s ex-girlfriend, Lestraido (Harbinger of Lust/Seduction) is with me. He’s also looking for her and he has an idea of where Maladon is, but it upsets him that he doesn’t know where Lestraido is. We had to actually hide her energy signature because he appeared about 10 miles away from us. He was in town looking for them, but he’d sent the rats (the ones Morgaea fed on) to try and find Maladon. Several nights ago, Balthazaar and Lestraido were in Balty’s room talking. We thought they were doing something else (*cough*) but they were discussing a message each of them got. Someone has called for a meeting for both the Harbingers and the Original 9 Demons. …Again.

Everyone (my Givens, Ox’s givens) discussed it all at length last night. Malakesh and Maladon also received the message sent to each of them. Maladon and Balthazaar both seem to think that someone is using Destromada to get something. Who, what, how, and why are the questions we need answers to. None of the four here with us (Balthazaar & Lestraido with me; Kesh and Maladon with Ox) are wanting to go. Even to me something feels wrong and I got a terrible vision last night of what would happen if that meeting occurred. It won’t be pretty.

The Draconic message was translated by Kesh shortly before our discussion. “Destruction to those who wait. Thy own’s doing will be thy own’s fate.” He couldn’t finish it at the time and he started looking through his library because he said he knew he’d heard it before. That’s when Balthazaar piped in. Keep in mind that Balthazaar was drunk during the entire time of WW2, but he was able to pinpoint where and when they’d heard it.

The story goes that there was a priest in a  French synagogue in 1945 that was possessed. According to Kesh and Balthazaar, it was a very disturbing event because it wasn’t a normal possession; it was, by their own codes and whatnot (yes, even Demons have codes)…strange. Balthazaar, Kesh, and one of the Harbingers was present in the same synagogue having possessed others at the church when all of this took place. He says that there were writings all over the walls by the pastor, his sermons got darker and more demented, repeating the prophecy over and over until he ended up speaking in tongues. The possession went on for about four months until the final two weeks of the event had the priest slaughter a lot of people and wrote in a book using their blood in Demonic and Draconic. He finally committed suicide after leaving a message that Balthazaar and Kesh refuse to tell me.

After we went to bed, I got an image of the pastor during a sermon (no one had attended it, apparently). It was scary. I get freaked out easily by stuff like that and this was by far the scariest thing I’ve ever seen. The pastor looked at me in the picture, but his eyes were…all wrong. He looked possessed, I’ll tell you that much. The image froze just when he turned to face me with that face, but the reason wasn’t focused entirely on the pastor. It was focused on his bible which had writings covering the pages in either blood or red ink (I couldn’t decipher it real well) and with Balthazaar’s help, we were able to translate the rest of the message.

“The earth shall be wrought with sin. Death will be the fate of all upon swift wings. Eternal suffering will begin.”

Just before the image came, though, we somehow linked minds with Destromada. Lestraido’s energy signature remained hidden, thankfully, but it was Morgaea who astral projected herself to town and stood near him. She was trying to get an energy signature off him that might be able to hint at who’s behind all of this, but before she could, he figured out she was there and tried to attack her. We tried to yank her back to our body before he could do any damage (and it would have done a LOT of damage), but she got nicked..with poison. Gabe got it out and healed her up. Maladon was worried. So cute! She’s fine, I’m fine, and this morning as I’m writing this, Malakesh says that there’s another verse to the Draconic message.

We still think someone is pulling Destromada’s strings, but I wish we knew who. Kesh and I seem to agree that whoever it is understands what they’re doing (otherwise, they wouldn’t be using Destromada, they wouldn’t write in Draconic, and they wouldn’t know the message), but they don’t understand the full consequences of their actions. Whatever they want, they won’t get it. I have no intention of handing over my best friends to some maniac who wants to see the world burn. Maybe I’d better start training again just to be able to fight this person if it comes to that.

Morgaea

During the time period between the death of Samuel and the next life I can recall, a pure-blooded witch named Jade performed a forbidden ritual to try and taint her blood which would grant her an insane amount of power. The ritual called upon an entity known as a Harbinger (these will be explained later in the story). She had her mind set upon a particular Harbinger, but she instead encountered Chorvaldo, the Harbinger of Chaos. Jade’s tainted blood was used as a kind of rare candy for my soul mate. Unkown to Samuel during his next few normal lives, a group of six people lead by Vannon placed an incantation on her blood in order to keep Samuel from hunting the flesh of others in his other lives. Brig, Vannon, Jade, Azael, Damien and his brother, Garek were the original six members who performed the soul-blood ritual.

This chapter is a significant life in the chronology of our story; it was the third or fourth time I was reincarnated, but the lives before were normal. My name then was Morgaea Thelanti. During conception, I acquired a twin sister, Elizabeth, who became the younger of us. Our bloodline descended from the witch named Jade, but it was my sister who gained the title of witch from our father, a powerful warlock. I, on the other hand, inherited our mother’s bloodline: vampire. We were the daughters of a wealthy man who had worked hard for his fortune and raised us in a townhouse as normal children until our late teens.

It was then that our father decided to have our townhouse remodeled by a farm boy. His name was Alastair, the reincarnated soul of Samuel. I frowned upon him at first because of his status, but as weeks went on during our remodeling, my opinion of him changed. I discovered that he was the youngest of three sons sired by his poor father: Alastair, Nathaniel, and Zeke.

After nine months, he finally courted me and took me horseback riding. We sat down at a picnic and talked for hours. In the course of our picnic, my father stopped by to chat. He stayed a bit longer than we had anticipated, but both my father and Alastair seemed to enjoy each other’s company. When my father decided to leave us alone, he gave us his blessing on our official courting status. We dated for months. My sister became jealous because she felt, for some reason or another that Alastair was supposed to be interested in her instead of me. The harder she tried, the easier it became for Alastair to ignore her advances.

Alas, our happiness was postponed when Alastair got word that his father was on his deathbed. He gave us his apologies and excused himself at once. In the three months that he was taking care of his father, I visited him often—as did my sister. He was polite to her, yet rude at the same time. He was far more worried about his father’s health than anything. His father was such a kind and wise man. He listened so intently to Alastair’s ramblings about me that it took him only a short while for him to figure out how in love his youngest son was. Alastair’s father had it placed in his will that everything went to him to sell: the property, the livestock, all of it. Everything would go to Alastair. However, once Alastair sold it, he must give half of the fortune to his brothers to split between themselves. If there was an attempt on his life or if he was to die of unnatural causes and the brothers were found to be behind it, they would get nothing. As I said, Alastair’s father was wise and, at times, clever.

Those last three months after the will was changed, his brothers hired one or two men to kill Alastair. The Judge/Deputy Sheriff caught the man and his two brothers conspiring to murder him. He had them sent away and when his father finally passed on and Alastair sold everything, he became wealthier than even my father. Yet, he set it all back and moved in to the townhouse with us at my father’s request. Everything Alastair had gained, he placed into his will that in the event of his death, I would gain everything. When the Judge asked why he did that, Alastair replied “I’m in love”. It was then that the Judge learned of Alastair’s plans to marry me.

When my sister found out, all hell broke loose. She searched for a soothe sayer in order to learn how to invoke the spirits of one of our ancestors. The ancestor my sister sought out was none other than the tainted witch, Jade. It was Jade who told Elizabeth how to perform a ritual called a soul-body-possession. This allowed Elizabeth to inhabit my body while I watched from inside, helpless to stop her.

The day Alastair came to propose to me Elizabeth had possessed my body. When he did propose, she did the most terrible thing a person could ever do. In a way, my twin sister killed two birds with one stone: Alastair and myself.

“I am not in love with you,” she said pretending to be me. “I was never in love with you. I was using you and now that I have everything that I want, you are of no use to me. If you truly love me, you’ll drop dead and give me my fortune.”

The broken hearted man went home and put a pistol to his head… He self-destructed. Alastair death is not the ending of my story, however. A witness told me that my sister had went to a sooth sayer. I sought out the same sooth sayer to find out what my sister had done. When the sooth sayer informed me of my sister’s intentions and curiousity, I tried to kill Elizabeth. Of course, my father stopped me and set a trap. My father was just as wise and clever as Alastair’s father. Instead, he changed his own last will and testament so that I would inherit everything and Elizabeth would get absolutely nothing. The moment she found out, my twin sister tried to kill me. She was arrested for attempted murder and the judge had her put away.

In the event of Alastair’s death, I did indeed inherit everything his father had left him. I could have very well been the wealthiest woman in the county, probably in the entire province once my father passed away and I’d inherited his fortune as well. I could have been, but what value did money have without a husband or a family? With the fortune, I remodeled the town. In exchange, I was given the key to the city. This attracted the eye of several suitors, but none of whom caught my interest like a singular man whose own fortune had been squandered and who was known to be rich only through his father’s name.

His name was Brig. Yes, one of the original six who had placed an incantation upon Jade’s blood had found an interest in the wealthiest young miss within that area. Brig, too, was a vampire. He longed for me only for my fortune, but apparently he played out being in love with me all too well. In an attempt to move on with my life, I agreed to give him my hand in marriage. In the following year, I had suspected him of adultery many times and caught him at long last. The fiend tried to make it up to me, convinced me his love was true, and made love to me that very night. It was then that I conceived a child. A pure-blooded vampire child who died of SIDs within seven months of her life…

I sank into a deep depression. That was when Brig decided to try and get his fortune, but he knew I was not a normal human. He had to take extra precautions to ensure I was dead. First, he shot me in the heart and then stabbed me. My body was burned, the ashes pissed on. My father, who was the Power of Attorney chosen by me, signed away my entire fortune. It did not go to my treacherous husband. Instead, the entirety of my fortune—what I had inherited from Alastair and would inherit from my father—went to the town, as I had requested. Brig was left with nothing.

The murder of the vampire Morgaea Thelanti triggered an unusual reincarnation. Her soul was fused with that of a Harbinger, Lestraido, and placed into my present self. My past life is now one of my Givens. I try to warn many people about her awful temper, loathing for men, and that serious case of vengeance she has set up for Brig when she comes across him again.