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Till Death Do Us Part......

It is I, Lord Dracos and I am here to tell you about the universe and all of its possibilities. Beyond the limits of your pathetic human minds, the outside world contains things unimaginable by the human capabilities...it is total chaos. Imagine the unimaginable, the unbelievable. Imagine a world where death and destruction plagued the Earth, where a person could look out his window and see bloodshed among the grass in his front yard, where a man can step outside and see a pool of blood resting at his feet and realize it was his wife's, he notices the memories they shared and realizes they now lay at his feet in a pool of blood. He looks down and sees that she died an excruciating pain, she had her body strung on a pole and her insides cut out of her one by one and then she had her most vital organs eaten by maggots, but yet she can feel it all, she watches her lifeless body go numb beneath her and realizes she is dead. She is filled with rage and wants revenge but when she tries to contact her husband from the other side but it doesn't work. She decides to give up, but her husband doesn't want her horrid soul to rest, he wants her to suffer, he wants her to live an undying peace, he wants her to watch her children grow up with no mother, he wants her to feel the undying pain of having her kids slowly realize where mommys at and why she's not coming home. As he realizes what he is wishing upon his once "Happy" home he understands why his wife did what she did, why she was unfaithful....but it s too late..its already started to happen, his children are upset and crying wanting their mommy to come and hold them, to make it all better. But, she cant...she cant come you see because she already tried to cross over...into the deep pits of the undying doom known as hell..where her restless soul can be eternally damned and she can have infinity and beyond to plan her revenge. So...her husband knows this and decides once more, to join his wife in her tortured cell...he runs to his bedroom, and grabs his razor and with a split second thought slits his children's throats, then feels the pain he has caused his now dead family and runs the razor across his wrists and neck, feeling his lifeless soul leave his body and cross over to be with his wife and burn in the eternal damnation of a Serial Suicide, to take his place in hells fortress for the rest of his undying afterlife.

"The burning tongues of hell lap at our heels as we run from its horrible, gapping maw. There can be no escape from the relentless beast of Terror.."~Diablo Dracos

12:10 pm 2/14/00

Soul Reaver....

As i sit here in the darkness, my mind dwells in the inferno of hell and pulsates with the desire to devour the human flesh.. and my ears bleed with the eagernees of hearing the horrifiying screams that escape the thorat of my next victim as i tear into their flesh and steal the soul from their most dreaded fears and slowly rip them apart with my bare hands.. As i tear my beloved wife limb from limb i feel her body quiver with pain and i see the mucles and tendons spasm from the immense torture they are undergoing...i rip the ligaments from their resting place on the bone and gently drag them accross my sweet victims face so she too can expeirence the pleasure of the kill...the satisfaction of the taste of blood as sweet as nector from the honey bee... i then devour the mucles and ligaments that have been freshly ripped from the legs of my unsuspecting little mortal.. i realize how sweet the blood truly is and it seems as if it empowers me.. i start to move upward to the skull and procced to shatter it by sadistically driving the victim insane...not by the pain, but simply by the curiosity of wandering if i am going to kill her or let her survive..as she asks herself these questions she realizes she is now paralized from the unnatural pain that has overcome her body and her mind is clouded by the thoughts of her family and friends. She whispers quietly to herself and prays that she will die quickly and not be made to suffer once more...she nolonger has the will to live that she once had...she is mentally drained and can no longer go on.. As i notice that she has now succombed to my immense and total dominance, i begin to pack her mouth full of rocks and stomp on her jaw bone untill i feel it shatter beneath my feet...then i stuff her nostrills with salt rocks and listen to her terrified screams of agony. her screams are like a lulla bye to my ears...a sweet hi-ku of torment and death. I begin to punch her in the nose untill i smell the essence of her brain fluids mixing with the salt in her nostrils and i laugh as she tries to scream for mercy but no voice escapes her thorat..she then realizes that i am strangling her and then, in one quick instant, i sever her head from her spinal column and tear the brains from her now empty skull. As i devour her brains and savor the taste of her memories and accomplishments, defeats and sorrows i find that her tragidies tend to be my favorite....they start to enrage my soul and make it grow stronger....

As i sit and ponder upon my nights accomplishments i feel it is only fair to tell you.. all should fear me and be forever terrified of the name.....

Dracos:...the red dragon

"I am the taker of souls, the reaper of life and the demon of all that is known as fear...I am the undead and the living, the weak and the strong. I am Death in all of its rightousness.. i am... Dracos" ~Dracos

7:50 PM 12/28/2000

Remembrance......

Well, here I lie, I lie in my own imortal sin, in my everlasting grave. I sit here and partake of the blood that flowes from the walls around me...they call me. The blood tastes of honey and the salts are particulary strong...mayne its because I havent feed untill now...I dont care, I feel trapped and hate swirls within my soul. I am beginning to become paranoid, I seea and hear things noone else does....I am a eternally damned and a tourtured person, I slowly realize as I am feasting among the blood, that it is my own and that I am but a lifeless corpse who must obey the spirits of the dead and live forever among the demons that caused my hideous death. As I begin to think back on my death, my corpse feels as if it has been thrown into a deep phycotic void of hatred....and I begin to smile. I smile because I can feel the pain and hatred burn within me. I am brought to the execution block and my executioner asks if I have last words...I look to him and to the pits of hell and I reply " I am the first.....the last...and the unforgivin...I am and will rise again and my eternally damned soul will seek each of you. I will haunt you in your sleep and take your children from your homes, I will destroy your mentallitys, one by one, piece by piece, memory by memory...and you all will have me to thank." The executioner lays my head on the chopping block while the others tie my arms and legs to a table. They begin to turn these wheels in order to rip the limbs from my body..as I once did to their loved ones. I feel the skin begin to tear and the bones star t to un-hinge themselves....I then begin to laugh as the executioner swings his ax.....next, I am awakened by hallucinogenic demons who force me to do their bidding....as for now,...I must rise...to uphold my prophecy.

Dracos

4/10/2001

Lost

As I sit and listen I hear the voices of my enimes..of my past...and of my victims...but its not their screams I hear...for that is comforting.....it is there soul I hear and it is telling me things....things i thought nothing of...like the principalities of life..and of chaos...

As i listen to these taunts and jeers i start to feel myslef fall apart at the seems, as if im split between two....i nolonger know who i am or what my purpose is...i am lost and can nolonger be found....i am couvered in hatred and my soul is being devoured by darkness....i am, as i now know it...drownding within my sea of loathing....for i know not if i shall return.......farewell my minons...for now....

6/23/01

Dracos

My Queen

If I could take you by the hand and call you what I wanted, Id simply call you mine and wish that I could be there with you when you needed someone, wish that i could be your shoulder to cry on when you needed a friend.........

I would like to be yours and treat you with the respect that you deserve for you are but a rose in its rarest form....untouched by the impurities of the world ........you are untouchable., and uncomparable to any and all for they cannot compare to your shear beauty which radiates from within you for all to appreciate

you are a goddess of light and of love.....for you have stolen my heart and unsheathed my sword...for i am yours and you are mine.....with whom holds my heart...and forever will remain...I now know that name.....that goddess like figure......my angel....and that name is

Rhiannon

07/27/01

Dracos


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He looks down and sees that she died an excruciating pain, she had her body strung on a pole and her insides cut out of her one by one and then she had her most vital organs eaten by maggots, but yet she can feel it all, she watches her lifeless body go numb beneath her and realizes she is dead. She is filled with rage and wants revenge but when she tries to contact her husband from the other side but it doesn't work. She decides to give up, but her husband doesn't want her horrid soul to rest, he wants her to suffer, he wants her to live an undying peace, he wants her to watch her children grow up with no mother, he wants her to feel the undying pain of having her kids slowly realize where mommys at and why she's not coming home. As he realizes what he is wishing upon his once "Happy" home he understands why his wife did what she did, why she was unfaithful....but it s too late..its already started to happen, his children are upset and crying wanting their mommy to come and hold them, to make it all better. But, she cant...she cant come you see because she already tried to cross over...into the deep pits of the undying doom known as hell..where her restless soul can be eternally damned and she can have infinity and beyond to plan her revenge. So...her husband knows this and decides once more, to join his wife in her tortured cell...he runs to his bedroom, and grabs his razor and with a split second thought slits his children's throats, then feels the pain he has caused his now dead family and runs the razor across his wrists and neck, feeling his lifeless soul leave his body and cross over to be with his wife and burn in the eternal damnation of a Serial Suicide, to take his place in hells fortress for the rest of his undying afterlife. "The burning tongues of hell lap at our heels as we run from its horrible, gapping maw. There can be no escape from the relentless beast of Terror.."~Diablo Dracos 12:10 pm 2/14/00 Soul Reaver.... As i sit here in the darkness, my mind dwells in the inferno of hell and pulsates with the desire to devour the human flesh.. and my ears bleed with the eagernees of hearing the horrifiying screams that escape the thorat of my next victim as i tear into their flesh and steal the soul from their most dreaded fears and slowly rip them apart with my bare hands.. As i tear my beloved wife limb from limb i feel her body quiver with pain and i see the mucles and tendons spasm from the immense torture they are undergoing...i rip the ligaments from their resting place on the bone and gently drag them accross my sweet victims face so she too can expeirence the pleasure of the kill...the satisfaction of the taste of blood as sweet as nector from the honey bee... i then devour the mucles and ligaments that have been freshly ripped from the legs of my unsuspecting little mortal.. i realize how sweet the blood truly is and it seems as if it empowers me.. i start to move upward to the skull and procced to shatter it by sadistically driving the victim insane...not by the pain, but simply by the curiosity of wandering if i am going to kill her or let her survive..as she asks herself these questions she realizes she is now paralized from the unnatural pain that has overcome her body and her mind is clouded by the thoughts of her family and friends. She whispers quietly to herself and prays that she will die quickly and not be made to suffer once more...she nolonger has the will to live that she once had...she is mentally drained and can no longer go on.. As i notice that she has now succombed to my immense and total dominance, i begin to pack her mouth full of rocks and stomp on her jaw bone untill i feel it shatter beneath my feet...then i stuff her nostrills with salt rocks and listen to her terrified screams of agony. her screams are like a lulla bye to my ears...a sweet hi-ku of torment and death. I begin to punch her in the nose untill i smell the essence of her brain fluids mixing with the salt in her nostrils and i laugh as she tries to scream for mercy but no voice escapes her thorat..she then realizes that i am strangling her and then, in one quick instant, i sever her head from her spinal column and tear the brains from her now empty skull. As i devour her brains and savor the taste of her memories and accomplishments, defeats and sorrows i find that her tragidies tend to be my favorite....they start to enrage my soul and make it grow stronger.... As i sit and ponder upon my nights accomplishments i feel it is only fair to tell you.. all should fear me and be forever terrified of the name..... Dracos:...the red dragon "I am the taker of souls, the reaper of life and the demon of all that is known as fear...I am the undead and the living, the weak and the strong. I am Death in all of its rightousness.. i am... Dracos" ~Dracos 7:50 PM 12/28/2000 Remembrance...... Well, here I lie, I lie in my own imortal sin, in my everlasting grave. I sit here and partake of the blood that flowes from the walls around me...they call me. The blood tastes of honey and the salts are particulary strong...mayne its because I havent feed untill now...I dont care, I feel trapped and hate swirls within my soul. I am beginning to become paranoid, I seea and hear things noone else does....I am a eternally damned and a tourtured person, I slowly realize as I am feasting among the blood, that it is my own and that I am but a lifeless corpse who must obey the spirits of the dead and live forever among the demons that caused my hideous death. As I begin to think back on my death, my corpse feels as if it has been thrown into a deep phycotic void of hatred....and I begin to smile. I smile because I can feel the pain and hatred burn within me. I am brought to the execution block and my executioner asks if I have last words...I look to him and to the pits of hell and I reply " I am the first.....the last...and the unforgivin...I am and will rise again and my eternally damned soul will seek each of you. I will haunt you in your sleep and take your children from your homes, I will destroy your mentallitys, one by one, piece by piece, memory by memory...and you all will have me to thank." The executioner lays my head on the chopping block while the others tie my arms and legs to a table. They begin to turn these wheels in order to rip the limbs from my body..as I once did to their loved ones. I feel the skin begin to tear and the bones star t to un-hinge themselves....I then begin to laugh as the executioner swings his ax.....next, I am awakened by hallucinogenic demons who force me to do their bidding....as for now,...I must rise...to uphold my prophecy. Dracos 4/10/2001 Lost As I sit and listen I hear the voices of my enimes..of my past...and of my victims...but its not their screams I hear...for that is comforting.....it is there soul I hear and it is telling me things....things i thought nothing of...like the principalities of life..and of chaos... As i listen to these taunts and jeers i start to feel myslef fall apart at the seems, as if im split between two....i nolonger know who i am or what my purpose is...i am lost and can nolonger be found....i am couvered in hatred and my soul is being devoured by darkness....i am, as i now know it...drownding within my sea of loathing....for i know not if i shall return.......farewell my minons...for now.... 6/23/01 Dracos My Queen If I could take you by the hand and call you what I wanted, Id simply call you mine and wish that I could be there with you when you needed someone, wish that i could be your shoulder to cry on when you needed a friend......... I would like to be yours and treat you with the respect that you deserve for you are but a rose in its rarest form....untouched by the impurities of the world ........you are untouchable., and uncomparable to any and all for they cannot compare to your shear beauty which radiates from within you for all to appreciate you are a goddess of light and of love.....for you have stolen my heart and unsheathed my sword...for i am yours and you are mine.....with whom holds my heart...and forever will remain...I now know that name.....that goddess like figure......my angel....and that name is Rhiannon 07/27/01 Dracos