Vampire's Kiss

He is no longer the only thing that haunts me, his words are cut short by a shadow of sorts, a shadow in the corner of my eye. A curse was put upon me by a girl, a curse that haunts my waking hours, hounds me. I'm use that kind of thing by now, still, not pleasant.

Regardless, I have made little progress upon my own goals, I know Juliana is alive, yet none know where she resides, I am unsure if she'd even speak to me if I did find her. It has been so long and I did leave, left her to die. Enough on that, events so far have sparked my interest, I have made the acquaintance of a foolish young man by the name of Scipio, he sold his soul to a demon known as a Rachard and this is where things get interesting.

Regardless of how I fixed the minor soul issue Rachard himself has brought the Nightmares to my attention, Rachard has affection for a young female, Human I believe by the name of Lilly, it was through her I was able to give Scipio more time, but in doing so I have brought the wrath of others. Two werewolves, sentient ones that declare themselves her Husband and Brother, the brother was a pure breed, perhaps he turned her husband? pure speculation however. Both have threatened me which is to be expected, from this however I came into contact with Julius Ravencrest once again, who seemed civil with the pure-breed wolf and had knowledge of him, while tension between them existed it still showed Julius's true colours. Now that alone is not of much interest if not for dinner with Selista, a Succubus of the old days, now residing within Castlevania she expressed that her "Pet" wants Julius dead, This I told Julius, his reaction is where things begin to create intrigue, he become shaken, hurt and fearful, he felt betrayed, All these people and the situations are connected and I just don't have all the pieces yet.

I probably could have got more answers but I grew sick with Julius presence, he mentioned an attempt to bed Juliana, I could not tolerate him any longer from then. But, has she moved on? She probaly has.

I have neglected this for far to long. A lack of records has allowed my thoughts to become jumbled and chaotic, it seems I do require a text based record of events in order to maintain an effective understanding of how it all connects and connect it does.

In order to collect these thoughts and events in an easy way to understand it would be best to go through them as the people I have encountered as it is the people that drive it all.

Lucian, a strange, dark and dangerous man. His combat abilities far surpass my own at this moment in time, as I have experienced a number of times now. His distaste for me seems to merely stem from my inability to follow any form of orders, from anyone. An arrogance perhaps, a belief of superiority. He seems to only fight for his own interests also, he plays both sides for his own gain, but above all else, seems to wish to keep all the happenings of this area secretive, hidden, to uphold the masquerade of normality.

This is where we clashed, I was given an opportunity to dent that masquerade and I did so, albeit but a little, but a dent none the less. In the city of Bucharest I spoke to the people and made many doubt what they were taught, perhaps even won a few over, Lucian spoke against me but his words did not ring, probably due to the taint of lies within them. Since then however I have once again been proclaimed a heaven and a heretic, a wanted man and have been jailed by Lucian for this. Quick was my escape but our next encounter was not so easy to recover from, ambushing me within the forests to the north Lucian took it upon himself to teach me a lesson, by torture none the less, I am no stranger to torture itself but still, it was not pleasant, it caused me to loose an eye and an arm. That was rectified soon enough, but not without a cost.

Lucian seems connected more to those that serve the castle than those of the Church, while his presence is accepted by the Churches officials it is with the vampires and Demons he most commonly interacts, despite this however, it seems even they have a distaste for him. Thus is his greatest weakness and how he shall fall, He has no-one at all to rely on, should he ever faulter or stumble no one would even attempt to catch him and he will fall.

As previously mentioned I am once again aquinted with Selista, that aquaintance has developed signifacantly, half blind and crippled by Lucian I sought her out for aid, she provided it, my body changed, my blood, once again no longer human, my life extended, which had become a distinct issue as my body was failing naturally. I sprouted wings and my missing eye was replaced by one of Crimson, an eye that sees certain things, notices presences, not in the way an arcane spell would, just, others of my blood, it can notice them, in an odd way, my arm also, is changing it looks human now but I feel it, there is more to come. The cost was my soul of course, but it was a good deal, she has no hold over it while I walk this plane, I am free until I die and pass on, was a good deal.

Selista herself is ironically one of only two people I trust at this moment in time, by her own admission she'd slay me to save her skin but even so, she has taken risks with me, she has provided me with safety at times and is my the way I gain access to those with power within the castle. She in fact directed me towards the other I trust, but I will write of him later.

Selista has resurrected Kalisto and they both hold sanctuary within the castle, they have formed some form of a communal relationship where they enjoy each other yet remain absent of the others actions, this is also coupled with their need for each other, as Selista holds Kalisto's soul much in the same way she holds mine and it was through Kalisto that Selista was once again summoned to this plane, it is an odd circle of power that has formed in such a way that neither have it over the other.

Selista seems to understand and believe in what I am attempting, even if she feels it foolish and impossible she at least cares enough to make small risks in my favour, though if I am honest, I am not entirely sure if the care is merely some form of nostalgia I spark within her, or an actual care or belief in me, perhaps there are ways I could secure more aid from her.