Salvation of Evil Born: The Beginning

A Life, A Love, A Death of Both

This is the most difficult part of the tale to tell. Of Curi. Of the life we lived, leading my resolve stronger than ever now. During the era of Raphaele, the moments shared were wonderful, however ever so brief. Six human years are the equivalent of minutes for me. It is a terrible curse; to live with immortality and eternity. 

The six years, however short they had been, were indeed the best. Love indeed can changed the most malicious being, if they would allow it to do so. However, it can also hurt the most when destroyed. 

The damage that was caused to Raphaele is insurmountable. I will never be forgiven for the theft of love, no matter the reward bequeathed to me. He had wanted Her love, I had no right. Although I wanted it as well though. Do I regret the theft? Never. My true regret? Not being capable enough to save her life.

From the very moment that I took over Raphaele was the same moment that their fates were sealed. They were ultimately stolen, in the end. 

Six years, no matter how many centuries pass. I see her, Curi. I see her from time to time, in and out of temporary bodies that die in the same horrific manner she did. The very same end of heartache, of a betrayal. The same scene I could do nothing about all that time ago. Doomed, truly doomed she was.

Even to this day when our paths cross each other, she never could love me again. Not truly.

I must fight, I must. I must find an end to their curse. Even if it may be from afar, even if its not reciprocated, my love stands strong. However difficult it is to show the emotion, or even gestures. It is strong.

A dead living memory...

Curi, I am Sorry. 

I Love You.

Please.

Forgive Me.