The Book of Voltaire 5 VOLUMED BUNDLE

Book II - Chapter 4

Part II: Shadow of The Moon

Chapter 4 – 3-3-21

Woken up by 3rd March of 2021... everything was just a dream... or was I dream walking? I mastered shifting people's reality whilst drinking their blood. Giving them either pleasuring or frightening dreams to people I feed on to keep them sedated in order for them to avoid fighting back. Again, it's the same old cycle of madness. Cousin Cristian with his crew renovating the house, breakfast ready on the table, after drinking a cup of coffee while smoking a cigarette. A unique type of instant espresso-only I can do. Then brush my teeth, I dress up to go outside with my father, he takes me to get myself vaccinated whilst he refuses to take the vaccine that was made from China same as everyone else except myself. I go outside. Then different things happen to depend on what I do. Another revelation is about to happen today...

9:58 AM

Now to think of a place I never went to in my dreams, would be a different scenario, an ending that took my effort to make the story of this reality into something profound instead of a cliffhanger and waking up to the next day after dreaming. This state of dreaming when someone wakes up during a cliffhanger is just... disappointing I'd say. Even to those who are viewing my stories here and the previous manuscript volume Luciferius Luna: Shadow Among Us, these cliffhangers happen each time a dream ends. This time I expect that things will go the same again...

I walked to the outskirts of town, whilst walking there, there was nothing interesting. So, I stayed by Grandmother Pelly's home and took care of Oniv and played with him all day. I even got paid 500 Pesos for that as a babysitter. Then that night time has arrived. I hope to get to feed tonight. Then suddenly when I was about to head out, my idiot uncle Ojit started humiliating me in front of everyone just like he did during my grandmother Marit's funeral where I first met little psycho demon child Oniv. This man goes through rumors around the Bacani family that he used to be an ISIS member. As trustworthy Aunt Cecil's husband told me which I trust the most in the Bacani Family, he told me that he has any connection to the local Gokudos around Pampanga, he warned me which places not to visit especially where my grandmother's grave was in the cemetery where idiot Ojit thought he can deceive me by luring me into the group of the Sendhouse clan Gokudo gangsters that work there since they aren't in Japan anyway, they had the look of death in their eyes but I had my mad dog eyes to intimidate them. It scared them temporarily so they wouldn't do any damage to me, Ojit was just left clueless as to why they didn't try to kill me that time. Just because I had a Kanji tattoo "SHI" marked on my left forearm he started freaking out and shaming me in front of my dead grandma with many people shouting. Like an idiot, he can easily be mesmerized into a trance state and kill him without feeding on his disgusting blood! But since I have nothing to feed on, I killed him so. And no one found his body. Until he started to reanimate into a ghoul and forgot what happened now, he will live eternally to slowly die and slowly rot away without their consciousness dying and the only way for him to survive the pain is to eat human flesh. He will remember me forever.

After feeding he was dead in his bed and soon to reanimate. I left the house and went outside. As fresh as his blood was, terribly disgusting I'd say. He has a taste of bad blood. It was horrible. Like I said in my previous manuscript.

People = Food

Character = Flavor

Totally sums up everything I said within a single paragraph that was a page long or a few more pages than that. And kept repeating it in various ways and methods of styles of writing.

I went to buy energy drinks for the night with a pack of cigars instead of cigarettes since I have this much money. I even bought a nice lighter and a mirrored cigar case. I smoked the cigar and it took half an hour to finish it and I might say that this is a lot better than actual thin sticks of cigarettes. No other chemicals, pure nicotine, even the paper is made of tobacco leaves. Everything in each cigar is pure tobacco with no other chemicals which are good for my health too. I went to a Housebrew café after that. I was drinking alone outside on one of the tables of the café as my iced triple espresso shot was served to me after paying at the counter as I waited, I gave the waitress a tip. She smiled at me then she left back inside. Then I stared at the other side of the road, it was my old hideout but it's a trespassing place now. I used to go there every day before I head to school just to skip the daily prayer. If someone is not religious you shouldn't be even forcing them to pray. There is a strict hierarchy of nuns especially the school directress will punish you severely if you missed a single word in one each 1-hour prayer in one flag Ceremony and if you refuse to dance by the songs of the grace of God they will punish you physically, worse, mentally and emotionally until you get a mental breakdown by the School Mother Directress who doesn't care about religion at all, she's all hypocrisy and forces students to pray but she doesn't, she just watches and expects every student in the campus are perfect and behaved like tamed zoo animals. Every student, even the fraternity groups there in senior years, feared her but I didn't. I lashed out at her giving her reality checks, and humiliated her hypocrisy in the scene in front of everyone. That is why I rebelled against the school because they don't care who gets bullied, the teachers are all nuns and they don't give a damn about the students being bullied and they tell the students that they should have told the teachers but when they see it in action, they don't care at all they just watch. The School system here is fucked up and every school I go to is the same. They have the same stories in every school around the world, be it public or private, nowhere is safe in high school. That is why I don't want to repeat high school and just skip it using the ALS examination or my smartass will cause spite of jealousy dominating puny minds of human bullies in senior years just because I can write 50k words under 5 hours for an essay or even an article for a newspaper. I don't even say or do anything, they come at me first hand and when I fight back, I'm the villain. I'm the monster. See how society works? It's pure posthumanism. That is why we need a new order for the world for stupid humans left to rot and the smart ones to survive and live long. Either die stupid or live long enough to survive to be smart. Bullies are the self-righteous heroes beating down the misunderstood smart villains. See what I did there? Batman reference. And people in school call me "The Joker''. Quite the comedy is it not? NO! MY ENTIRE HIGH SCHOOL LIFE IS A MOTHERFUCKING GODDAMN TRAGEDY!