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Uther's Journal June 17th, 1812 Cold mist rising in tendrils from the warm mud of the English moors. A body lies, half buried, faintly gasping for breath it does not need. "My dear, your have just woken from slumber? One that your so-called friends have put you in? Is this your first sight of air in your new state? Hmmm... How tragic, you are so beautiful."
The sweet young girl, bright blue eyes, long flowing red hair. So much like my beloved Elizabeth. I cannot kill her, though it would be best for her now. Then I see the hunger rise in her eyes. Her first hunger as an immortal. Her pack shall return for her soon, and then she will be one of them forever. "Hear me now my dear Lanore, I must end your life to save you. May the spirits of Stygia welcome and protect you." I raise my scythe and harvest another Sabbat soul. Her blood sprays onto my black velvet garments My cloistered robes ruined to save another soul. From the corner of my eye, I see them coming. Their black shapes filled with lust to harvest the soul of a cursed, damned, woman. Her spirit is tentatively from her dead body. It glows with a pure whiteness, the taint of the ceremony has not corrupted her soul. She rises up her ethereal form, blending with the bog mist. Her eyes, filled with tears, fix on me-locking me in their embrace. "My love, Uther, why does it have to end this way?" "They have corrupted your pure soul", I answer. "Your existance would have only been one of eternal torture, as you fight realizing that you are no longer human. By ending that existance, I have saved you." She glances over her shoulder briefly and asks, "What are those shapes, are they coming for me?" "They will not," I say assuredly to her, "as we sacrifice to save your soul, we shall further sacrifice to save your spirit." There are two shapes coming towards her now, a faint glow that recognizes her purity, and the darkness of Oblivion. I stand by her spirit. I touch it. Warm blood runs down my face, flowing from my eyes. I know the only sacrifice they will accept. My Elizabeth is gone from me now, forever, the least I can do is save one soul. The spectres read my thoughts as they look into my eyes and say, "So, you shall be the harvester for us in this world so that this love of yours may pass unhindered to another. Do you accept this, one who calls himself Uther Talanos?" "I do..." My love for the past twenty years, torn from me by the Sabbat, her soul weeping, rises from this world. I know that I shall never see my sweet Lanore again. This soul has given up on love. I am now the agent of Oblivion...
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