Prologue...
Prologue…
What is time to the timeless? That is a question I keep asking myself as I watch the world of immortals try to find a way to either contain the mixers or destroy them. It is strange to watch these creatures who made us think they can contain us, could contain me. Yet, there are many fractions of this dark world that are fighting amongst themselves on what is to be done with us... forgetting that we have a mind, and a will, of our own.
As I set forth on this blood-stained path, alliances have already been made, and sides already chosen, as my enemies gather to strike. They think they have weakened me in body, and in mind, but that’s where their downfall lies. For those who think I will be easily subdued into submission, will learn of what the beast truly is, and as they fight for their lives, I will let her take her fill of their blood.
Yes, I will become the monster I swore never to become. But what will be left of myself after I am through, that is the question that terrifies me the most.
Can I do the evils necessary to win, and still be able to face the ones I love afterwards? Can I do the unthinkable, and still be able to keep my soul, knowing it will be far more blackened then when I started out? But for me to ask such a question, is a luxury I do not have, for I can see things all too clearly.
I will fight the good fight for what is good, and just. I will free my daughter and destroy anyone that stands in my way to get her. I will hunt down those who thought they could take what’s mine away from me, and when I find them... they will know my wrath as I lay the foundation of this new world, with their bodies.
Molly Barons
