Dirge of Cerberus (original) (raw)

Darkness held me for thirty years. A small cramped coffin was my cradle. My mind, now held more than my own thoughts, but the thoughts of four demons. I dreamed about her, her beauty, her elegance, everything about her was out of this world. Then the nightmares would come, him, insane, twisted, devoide of all things human. He made me what I am, gave me company. Ha.

Thirty years of darkness, thirty years of insane sleep. A monster, thats what he called me, and that is what he made me. He destroyed my humanity, destroyed my chances of death. all alone, no human touch, no loves kiss, nothing. He destroyed the nerve conection to my left arm, crafted a metal limb to take its place. He took her away from me, impregnated her, used the unborn child for experimental porposes.

They sometimes talk to me, in voices of mockery, of insult, of vendictiveness. They laugh at me, they insult my presance, insult her. I try to fight back, but they over power me, make me small, insignifisant. Help me. Please.

Lucerecia.