Entry# 7
I fear the young beast will not wake because i took too much from her, she granted me access to harness her energy and I lost control as she tasted truly divine and the added scent of her arousal made it difficult to stop. But when her blood began to thin and slow I realized I had taken too much and pulled away but she was already unconscious.
She hadn't said anything to make me stop and it makes me wonder if she wanted me to, if maybe it started as something innocent but soon turned to her finding a way out of her oncoming end. I will not tell a lie to myself, the young Beasty has grown on me, we haven't exactly spoken a lot but her presence has brought me an odd kind of comfort I have never known and when she asked me why I took on the burden of caring for her even though she may die I didn't really have an answer except it was something to pass the time and if I may say, I have led a rather sad and lonesome existence, with little meaning or happiness. She could very well be what I have been searching for since I decided to lead a life apart from destruction, and it has been lonesome as each wolf has met their fate at the hands of the heavens and each woman I own lasts me no more than a month before she grows annoying and I mutilate her body for the sheer fun of it. This beast makes me feel strange when I think I have killed her, and it pains me to know that she is afraid to die at the hands of the heavens.
It could easily be because I am her awakener but it pains me to know that my Beasty is afraid of death, and it warms me to know that she would stab herself countless times to satisfy me, but above all, caring for her in these last two weeks have been the most useful I have felt since I fell from heaven.
This beast has given me a purpose and it pains me to know that she fears her oncoming death, is this what caring for something does to a person? Has this young beast captured a part within me that no other has?
I have many questions about this female and what she has done to me but the one weighting down my thoughts is that of what I have done to her? I know the answer, I know it loud and clear, I have sentenced her to death by not only the heavens but not even hell wants her, and I can not tell her that. How do I tell my little Beasty that because she is angel, demon, and human that hell nor heaven want her and Lucifer will not stop the heavens from smiting her down?
My little Beasty, what have I done?
-Devniklaus C.
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