Deny Thy Father
Prologue
Where there had been light, there was darkness, and gradually the darkness faded and there was only blankness. Nothingness. Whiteness. Brightness. Naught made sense anymore, at least not to me. Now and then bits of darkness began to seep back in, and I could think clearly again. And that darkness, beloved darkness which I craved, began to take over.
Now I no longer needed the light, but I found it needed me. And I began to cultivate those of the light, those whom, like myself, were also drawn to the darkness. But I wanted more. I wanted something, someone, that was not lured by black, but instead by white. I needed a challenge.
I found that in St. Canard. I would try where others had failed, I would not only try but I would also triumph. I would combine that someone, that something, and create an entity new, different, and yet the same.
I was a pioneer for chaos. A poster child for evil. But I was neither foolish, nor overconfident. I had a plan. And as soon as that plan went into motion, everything would begin to fall into place...