Once Upon Havoc and Despair

“How sad… the cruel instant! Frail sight o’ mine that not much can bear. For I sired, so tired, by the ageless that binds us in awe!
She wept their blood as the deity warfare unfolded. Such a scenario embraced by disorder and fright, an all engulfed in immense despair to his majesty’s insane delight. For I sought what many denied, unholy the beast, working vile, his black spells of cynicism on this poor child of ours!”