The Eyes of Death
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
802
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Eyes of Death
First entry - Doves Song
I have learned that a soul is something to be cultivated. It is most like a small, dormant seed that God plants inside the belly of humans. It is not something that is whole and tiontional at birth, rather it must be grown and exposed to Gods light. Only in this way can it thrive and be free of sickness. If the human takes care of the soul in this way he will reap the rewards at the end of the harvest. But if he neglects it at any time during the life, then I fear, much like a fruit it will wither and die on the vine.
I was lost to that eternal light years ago and yet I still feel the seed inside me. Like a half-developed thing, alive but fruitless. I am human. Whatever grace that grants me I am not sure? But I am sure that my soul is no longer healthy and very soon it will pass on, perhaps to one more deserving then I.
When that day comes I will finally be his. I have been in his keep far too long and with every hour that turns into a year I feel my will slipping away. Each night I wake and I wonder if somehow I have not changed in my sleep. Will I be able to feel the difference in my person, in my humanity? How long until I am as empty and soulless as they are?
Wasted thoughts. No man can tell the moment when the flower becomes the fruit. He can only see when it is already too late; such is the flaw of man.
But until that time, I will fight. What little strength God has rationed me, I will throw back in their faces. Even if it is just an unpleasant expression, it is still something. Something to let him know that my will is my own and though I must serve him I do not have to like it. Today I am a slave, but a slave with a choice. I am a servant with many masters and a human among demons.
So if you have come upon this book to learn of my life, then I am sorry. I\'m afraid I have no life to write of. I can only tell you about theirs.
Jonas~
I have learned that a soul is something to be cultivated. It is most like a small, dormant seed that God plants inside the belly of humans. It is not something that is whole and tiontional at birth, rather it must be grown and exposed to Gods light. Only in this way can it thrive and be free of sickness. If the human takes care of the soul in this way he will reap the rewards at the end of the harvest. But if he neglects it at any time during the life, then I fear, much like a fruit it will wither and die on the vine.
I was lost to that eternal light years ago and yet I still feel the seed inside me. Like a half-developed thing, alive but fruitless. I am human. Whatever grace that grants me I am not sure? But I am sure that my soul is no longer healthy and very soon it will pass on, perhaps to one more deserving then I.
When that day comes I will finally be his. I have been in his keep far too long and with every hour that turns into a year I feel my will slipping away. Each night I wake and I wonder if somehow I have not changed in my sleep. Will I be able to feel the difference in my person, in my humanity? How long until I am as empty and soulless as they are?
Wasted thoughts. No man can tell the moment when the flower becomes the fruit. He can only see when it is already too late; such is the flaw of man.
But until that time, I will fight. What little strength God has rationed me, I will throw back in their faces. Even if it is just an unpleasant expression, it is still something. Something to let him know that my will is my own and though I must serve him I do not have to like it. Today I am a slave, but a slave with a choice. I am a servant with many masters and a human among demons.
So if you have come upon this book to learn of my life, then I am sorry. I\'m afraid I have no life to write of. I can only tell you about theirs.
Jonas~