Post by Azrael on May 1, 2009 13:38:21 GMT -5
My name is Azrael Knightquest. This is my...
... I don't know what to call it. For some strange reason... I felt compelled to write these words. To describe who and what I am. And why I am doing what I am doing. For many months I have lived in seclusion, away from people after the war with the White Fang. I am almost famous. I am almost important. But that does not matter. What I am about to write is something between a confession and a journal. Nothing about it seems interesting to me. But I feel compelled to do it anyway. I do not know why.
And that does not matter either.
A wise man once said, "Man is a rope stretched tight between animal and superman". I believe there is some truth to that... but inaccurate. If I were to change that to suit my mind and feelings, I would say that man is a being torn between Angel and Demon. Sooner or later... you have to pick a side. Or be torn to shreds and become nothing.
I am sitting in a filthy room in an abandoned insane asylum. Here, I have fought things that should not be. And yet I wonder if I fought true demons and ghosts... or merely figments of my mandman's imagination. What I know is this was once called Crawford County Asylum, abandoned 20 years ago after several members, both patients and medical personnel, were found dead. The walls are covered in blood....but old blood. Brownish, dry blood. Everywhere. Sunlight is filtering through a window with shards of broken glass. I am sitting against a wall, and this book is one I found amongst the trash littered throughout the hallways. It is old, and blank. The cover has worn away. And I am writing in...
...blood.
People have wondered about me. I have heard the mutterings, of people wondering where I have gone. Why I have disappeared and where I am. I have faced the ultimate fear. The supernatural. The beings we do not want to believe are real. And somehow... I bested them. Through God's power. These pages are yellowish brown, old and weathered. I must finish this before I can leave here. I am curious as to who shall read this...
Tell me, Reader. Will you stand before me, with this book in your hands? Will I be your prisoner, or your Avenger? Will you be my prosecuter, or my protege? Hm... We shall never know until it happens, shall we?
I am torn between Angel and Demon. What I am not and can never be is a Man. When my body was taken, and changed by the human hand, I became something MORE than just a man.
Something less, too.
I have lived a life most would compare to a "nightmare". But I assure you, had you walked through this halls the night prior... you would know what a true nightmarish life is like. This is the epiloque to what I am about to reveal to you, proof that there are indeed Demons,and there is a Hell awaiting those on the wrong side. And with that horrible realization, a strange hope...
For if there is a Hell, there must be a Heaven. Which proves all that I have done is not in vain.
I shall finish my foreword for now, Reader, and let you read my Journal and notes in this tattered old book I have found. Some things WILL confuse you at first, but I assure you, I was very confused myself, wrapped in madness and confusion. But I found my way home. I shall finish my foreword, by saying these words:
I am not a martyr. I am not a hero or a leader. Do not look to me for guidance. I have not come to usher peace or kindness or goodwill to all mankind. I am an assassin, a killer, a relentless hunter. And I have come with one purpose: To wipe every demonic form of evil from the face of this planet, and anyone who stands in my way.
The difference between me and others, Reader, is when evil rises up, others try to compromise, make peace or serve their own ends. I draw a line in the dirt, and stand my ground. I plant my feet and say, "No more". And lest I drop dead, there shall be no crossing that line. To me, it would not be a wasted life or death. I am not here to usher a new generation of righteousness and holiness. I am here to punish. I am here to cleanse with fire and blood.
So many have prayed for a rejuvenation, a healing,a great hero. You will not find one in me. I am Wrath, I am Judgement, I am VENGEANCE. And I will not be stopped by mere words, talk, or slight of hand tricks. I do not want or care for your approval. Yours is NOT a place to approve or disapprove to me. I do not answer to YOU or ANY human authority. I do not care if you believe in God or not. I do not care if you believe in me or not. It won't change anything. Believing these things aren't real will not take the sharp edge off of my sword, nor the burning from my flames.
There is no lesson, no reconcilation, no mission or goal for me. I am the Predator, the Devil is my Prey. No matter how dark this world is, you cannot prevent the coming of the light. I am Azrael Knightquest. I am the avenging angel. I am the holy assassin, the wrath of God. And to Satan, to Hell and to the Demons, I am the Apocalypse. Unescapable, unavoidable, unstoppable.
The end is now.
----- Azrael Knightquest
... I don't know what to call it. For some strange reason... I felt compelled to write these words. To describe who and what I am. And why I am doing what I am doing. For many months I have lived in seclusion, away from people after the war with the White Fang. I am almost famous. I am almost important. But that does not matter. What I am about to write is something between a confession and a journal. Nothing about it seems interesting to me. But I feel compelled to do it anyway. I do not know why.
And that does not matter either.
A wise man once said, "Man is a rope stretched tight between animal and superman". I believe there is some truth to that... but inaccurate. If I were to change that to suit my mind and feelings, I would say that man is a being torn between Angel and Demon. Sooner or later... you have to pick a side. Or be torn to shreds and become nothing.
I am sitting in a filthy room in an abandoned insane asylum. Here, I have fought things that should not be. And yet I wonder if I fought true demons and ghosts... or merely figments of my mandman's imagination. What I know is this was once called Crawford County Asylum, abandoned 20 years ago after several members, both patients and medical personnel, were found dead. The walls are covered in blood....but old blood. Brownish, dry blood. Everywhere. Sunlight is filtering through a window with shards of broken glass. I am sitting against a wall, and this book is one I found amongst the trash littered throughout the hallways. It is old, and blank. The cover has worn away. And I am writing in...
...blood.
People have wondered about me. I have heard the mutterings, of people wondering where I have gone. Why I have disappeared and where I am. I have faced the ultimate fear. The supernatural. The beings we do not want to believe are real. And somehow... I bested them. Through God's power. These pages are yellowish brown, old and weathered. I must finish this before I can leave here. I am curious as to who shall read this...
Tell me, Reader. Will you stand before me, with this book in your hands? Will I be your prisoner, or your Avenger? Will you be my prosecuter, or my protege? Hm... We shall never know until it happens, shall we?
I am torn between Angel and Demon. What I am not and can never be is a Man. When my body was taken, and changed by the human hand, I became something MORE than just a man.
Something less, too.
I have lived a life most would compare to a "nightmare". But I assure you, had you walked through this halls the night prior... you would know what a true nightmarish life is like. This is the epiloque to what I am about to reveal to you, proof that there are indeed Demons,and there is a Hell awaiting those on the wrong side. And with that horrible realization, a strange hope...
For if there is a Hell, there must be a Heaven. Which proves all that I have done is not in vain.
I shall finish my foreword for now, Reader, and let you read my Journal and notes in this tattered old book I have found. Some things WILL confuse you at first, but I assure you, I was very confused myself, wrapped in madness and confusion. But I found my way home. I shall finish my foreword, by saying these words:
I am not a martyr. I am not a hero or a leader. Do not look to me for guidance. I have not come to usher peace or kindness or goodwill to all mankind. I am an assassin, a killer, a relentless hunter. And I have come with one purpose: To wipe every demonic form of evil from the face of this planet, and anyone who stands in my way.
The difference between me and others, Reader, is when evil rises up, others try to compromise, make peace or serve their own ends. I draw a line in the dirt, and stand my ground. I plant my feet and say, "No more". And lest I drop dead, there shall be no crossing that line. To me, it would not be a wasted life or death. I am not here to usher a new generation of righteousness and holiness. I am here to punish. I am here to cleanse with fire and blood.
So many have prayed for a rejuvenation, a healing,a great hero. You will not find one in me. I am Wrath, I am Judgement, I am VENGEANCE. And I will not be stopped by mere words, talk, or slight of hand tricks. I do not want or care for your approval. Yours is NOT a place to approve or disapprove to me. I do not answer to YOU or ANY human authority. I do not care if you believe in God or not. I do not care if you believe in me or not. It won't change anything. Believing these things aren't real will not take the sharp edge off of my sword, nor the burning from my flames.
There is no lesson, no reconcilation, no mission or goal for me. I am the Predator, the Devil is my Prey. No matter how dark this world is, you cannot prevent the coming of the light. I am Azrael Knightquest. I am the avenging angel. I am the holy assassin, the wrath of God. And to Satan, to Hell and to the Demons, I am the Apocalypse. Unescapable, unavoidable, unstoppable.
The end is now.
----- Azrael Knightquest