I am writing these pages strictly as confessions for after my inevitable death. I don't fear such an event, but I do wish to avoid it for as long as possible. If you have found these pages before I die and word gets out, I will hunt you down, though it implies you already had the power and forsight to overcome my magical traps, so I assume you have dealt with me before.

I write out of guilt. Guilt towards my fiance. Guilt towards those I would use as tools only to hurt later. Guilt towards those I have hurt or would have hurt in my attempts to use them as such. First I should say, I see people as tools.

Cinder, my fiance, the great beauty in my life, all other things fade away when she is around. The time spent with her is often brief and precious. Her ability to fight and lead always impresses me, inspires me even. My loyalty to her is endless no matter what others might see me do or hear me say. I will never turn my back on her. I only hope I am so lucky as to receive such treatment in return. What I do leaves me guilty towards her. Guilty for the half betrayals I commit by pretending to be interested in others. Guilty for the cruel acts that I know she would frown upon that I still do. I believe she is clueless, innocent. It goes far deeper then she thinks which leaves her free of any responsibility for my actions. I and I alone will claim the punishment and retribution when such a time comes.

I don't believe I can pass the blame onto another. I can't blame those foolish enough to fall for my acts. I can't blame those who should stop me. I can only truly blame myself. And yet I receive no punishment for my supposed sins.

The first woman is Isabel. I found a vulnerability in her lonliness, the way she felt apart from her husband and I connected to it. Such an action was only a short term venture to enslave her, that failed. She forgave me when I asked her to and then I broke her heart. I was a fool not to realise how she felt. And it occured to me, in that moment, the vulnerability of a persons heart. People are willing to fight and die for those they love. It made them a dangerous and powerful tool.

Lumierre is the second. Our friendship was pleasant. She taught me sign language, a language of great use. If only your friends understand you then you have a great advantage over your enemies. But then I gave an indication I cared. Things moved faster then I could have thought and the sudden realisation I had made this girl fall for me too... It was also surprising. But while I told her of my fiance I never said no to her. I never told her once I didn't want to see her. She is able to fight despite having her own secrets. Other then that, she is a woman that very few would attack due to her being a mute. If I placed her in front of me most 'good' people would hesitate.

Lastly there is Natalie. I met her recently and I have taken a different approach. Rather then being my usual self I posed myself as a much meeker man, one with a hidden shy side covered by his sword fighting. I pretended to be a much weaker man! The thought of it sends the mind reeling. But this girl seems charmed by this meeker self. I will continue on and see where it leads me. When she finds out the truth of everything I think it will hurt her. I will ask her to forgive me, though I don't think she will, or at least I don't think she should. I would be doomed if she did so much as asked someone else about me as she doesn't even know of Cinder.

I love only Cinder and only will. I am sorry Isabel, Lumierre and Natalia, but you are doomed to suffer if you fall for me.
I am sorry Cinder, please forgive me for using these women as tools. They never had me in any form, body, mind or soul.

I am writing these pages strictly as confessions for after my inevitable death. I don't fear such an event, but I do wish to avoid it for as long as possible. If you have found these pages before I die and word gets out, I will hunt you down, though it implies you already had the power and forsight to overcome my magical traps, so I assume you have dealt with me before.

I must come to terms with my failed test of control. I invented bracelets with a single goal and a simple design. The goal was to have an inconspicuous device of which to control an individual. The design was a synthesis of technology and magic. On verbal command with intent the bracelet would activate, shokcing the person depending on how much I wished them to be shocked. In addition, the device would launch out sharp spikes if the person attempted to remove it by force or magic. The only way to release it safely was with a drop of my blood.

The flaw from these was not their design, though it could be improved, but in my overconfidence. Shin was the first and possibly most interesting. She agreed to a fair fight where a loss would result in her accepting the bracelet. I used it once and only once, when she thought she would step in front of a gun for me. Despite what it might have seemed I was still in control and I couldn't allow her interruption. Naturally when everything had blown over my guilt struck me, using the device on someone who would willingly accept their fate and take a bullet for me. That in itself is strange. Perhaps they too felt something for me.

I fail to remember the order of the others, so I will name them in order of interest.

Cloasse provided me with very instant entertainment. As soon as she had the bracelet on she threatened me. I was a touch surprised. She did not seem the slightest bit afraid, just angry, but not the anger that comes from fear, the anger that comes from betrayal. I released the woman as a sign of respect for her bravery. Likewise if she had outright struck me I would have released her.

Isabel, as I previously mentioned, I attempted to enslave with these bracelets, but she managed to escape it somehow. I do hope that I see her once more someday to discover her secrets. I apologised and she forgave me because of her feelings towards me. I only wish I had now not told her the function of the bracelet so she would be more flexible a tool later on.

Cecilia provided little resistance, but her hound John soon came after me. That is a name I seek vengeance on. John Leaf. The man causes me troubles whenever I move towards one of his friends. I know not whether Cecilia is free or still within my grip. If she and John are present in the same room then he shall be the one to suffer.

Ashleena is the last worth note. She would have been a successful deception had it not been for Cloasse's involvement. Then I was to discover she had great magic potential? My blasted luck.

To continue with the bracelet's is to not admit I have failed. To give in on them is to surrender potential tools in the future.

No, I will continue. I must remove my own confidence from my next attempt. It seems my confidence is my greatest of hindering features in this plan. But these tools will be tailored to my purpose as will the people who wear them.

If you cared not for my past warnings you won't care for another, and I won't waste my time writing one.

I seek a nobler path, if that is not already obvious. Redemption was one of the two inevitable tracks that leads to my death. Redemption or corruption. These events came out of guilt, but I draw myself to wonder, is there another reason, do I have another purpose for my change of heart?

I clutch the cresent moon necklace Lumierre gave me the last time I saw her often. A friend I had decieved for no real good reason. To use as a tool, obviously, but it was unnecesary to betray her friendship when a hundred others I do not know would fill the void. I hope someday I can see her again and beg forgiveness. Leading one to love you without truly having the affection back? It is a crime that many would gladly let me hang for.

I consider my most recent of deeds and my motives behind them. The one that comes to light most is Kyan. Kyan willingly accepted slave hood and I even gave them the choice to keep their memories of their past life or surrender themselves fully to the future of being a slave. They choose to forget. The loyalty I expected of them was apparently too much. By the next morning, (I had only enslaved her the night before!) she had a man come to me to try and buy her freedom. Then she turned on me with a foul hatred, wishing to break free of slavehood and seeking to be a slave of another. What had I done? I had only given them what they had asked and yet I had to be the one who was wrong? When I confronted them with my version of events they admitted they did not have a reason. And still, I was the one who apologised to them.

Is this sickening form of redemption justice? If so, I will gladly walk a darker path.

Other motives for my recent changes are more obvious, though less noble. One is to prove Riuku wrong, that bastard demon. He sickens me just at sight, flaunting his power and threatening everyone. Perhaps I should offer him a chance to prove he is not a dullard and a brute with too much power, but the first impression still lingers. Beating someone is no way to convince them that they need your help.

The other motive I must consider is my stature. Where I am from a person who owns a slave is either rich or popular within the rich. As I have been, shall we say, 'disallowed' a slave in the past perhaps I am seeking to become more popular, thus allowing me one to show my stature. Is it vain? Indeed. But I must consider all aspects.

My search for redemption does not extend to everyone my hand has touched. The arrogant blind man John Leaf will never have my apologies. I did no wrong against him. Nor the demon Riuku, I have already expressed my opinions on him. Eva. Eva is a trouble. Due to strange events surrounding her capture and struggle with capturers, I came to 'own' her. She is the one who my brother offers his heart to. I forbade her to tell him of my control, and I believe it has worked. I will not seek redemption there. I trust my brother as a mortal, with limits and constraints, but my brother as an Immortal as he desires? No one would be able to stop what he would do to me, if he has not forgiven me for my past acts against him.

On this dark note I leave this page.

I become more and more aware daily how dangerous my arrogance is. For example; what I thought was a harmless joke has resulted in a blood pact that says something along the lines of 'If you do evil within two weeks you will feel unmatched pain.'

I have, at least, assured myself two more weeks of good behaviour, but was fear really a neccesary motivator? Shouldn't my guilt be enough? It seems not. As each day drags on I find myself becoming tired of 'good'. I find most of this 'good' business is just a limit on what I did for fun. I still help the person who leaves themself unconscious on the floor, but I gain nothing from it. Instead, I'm treated to a half-hearted 'thanks' before I'm dismissed, like some sort of servent. Worse, a slave. (Not even that, I fear, as slaves are given food and shelter for their servitude)

But I am digress.

This two weeks came about mostly because a woman hurt me. Oh, there's always more to it then that, but the important thing is; she told me I couldn't change. For a while I struggled with the idea of change. I invested all my hopes in another who is the only person I call my friend at this time. It was my guess that if they could defy all that they faced and become 'good' then I could too.

It hurts when they tell me I will fail. I already lack confidence and motivation, it doesn't help by telling me it's futile.

On the flip side of things I considered the result of this two weeks. They promised me any retaliation I wanted if I commited no evil in that time. I considered multiple forms of revenge. It is a tempting idea to wait until the last day and do something particularly evil against them, just to see what they think or acting like I am going to beat them senseless, then raising a fist and walking away. I do plan revenge of some form. I do not like my arrogance being used to make me do stupid things.


I find everyday, though my loyalty does not waver, that I lose interest in Cinder's quest. It takes her away from me. I rarely get a chance to converse with her anymore. And when I do? She is bleeding and injured from her most recent fight. I fear that when our wedding day comes she'll turn up, her dress torn and bloody, a knife sticking out of her back and the head of an angel or demon in her hand. And worse still, I can't protect her. Once again I prove useless to her, except as a form of comfort once the battle is over. Why do I bother seeking power if I cannot use it to protect those I love?

My dragon grows larger everyday. I really must name it, or remember one of the names suggested.

I'm in a spot of trouble.

That is to say, as soon as I heard I swore for a good twenty minutes.

My brother has everything he needs to ascend other then a dragons still beating heart. I will deny him such even if it kills me. I must go through everything I can to sabotage his efforts. If he becomes a god as he so plans, I am in terrible trouble. Once more I seek forgiveness before I begin my plan.

As I mentioned at least once before, I own Eva through a series of strange events. She must do every verbal command I give. I already ordered her to admit her love to my brother, that was a 'kind' act, I guess. But now I must pass on an order which will hurt both her and him in the long run. She must try to stop him or I will suffer a fate worse then death.

Since I have only a short amount time here's a bitter and brief little list...

Things good about being evil
Power
Money
No need to worry about how people feel, you'll end up in the worse regardless
No need to care about who you offend

Things bad about being evil
Good people
Things always come back to you


Things good about being good
Temporary satisfaction, when someone thanks you for your good deeds

Bad things about being good
Evil people
Things always come back to you, in a bad way.

By the false gods!
One deal to force me to be good, from an evil woman forces me to relent my control over Eva only to later trap the same evil woman later!
It's utter insanity!
No more deals for at least a week!

I guess I will explain better, incase you, whoever you might be, truly cares.
Why would you? Having this book proves I am dead.

I did a deal, if you can call it that, with Miss Dee and her brother. Miss Dee was the only name she gave. The less said about this deal the better. I, in short, became their slave. More realistically, I was the thing they took their rage out on. Maybe they get some form of twisted pleasure from anothers suffering. While I believe the truth will disgust me, I am curious to know what it is.

Miss Dee and her brother can call me over to them at any time they wish by activating a searing mark they kindly placed on my tongue. On two occasions they activated it for no reason. They showed no interest in me at all.

The second deal I am involved in was a pact of good behaviour with a woman by the name of Kat. If I did wrong within two weeks I would suffer tenfold. So I must be 'good'. Kat, however, was not good. She was evil. She expects me to slip up so she can punish me just for her own enjoyment. Fine. But the two slipped. It appears Kat is in the favour of Miss Dee.

Doing wrong against an evil person is doing right. So I am fine to do wrong to Kat. So, I slipped on a bracelet, a new kind of bracelet, much more merciless in design. Pain dealt unto me is dealt unto her. Miss Dee won't touch me so long as it hurts Kat.

Problem sovled? Of course not. Now I have to contend with slavery! Slavery for crying out loud! I thought I abandoned that nonsense but it comes back to me with renewed efforts! If I break free and a person comes to me asking to be my slave I will know the multiverse hates me. So, I will abandon this slave as soon as I safely can, lest I am struck down by this cursed slave business once more.

Now, if I can just move beyond that, perhaps I can deal with more important matters, like stopping my brother from ascending and saving me from infinite tortures at his vengeful godly hands.

[Half of the first page consists of 'Screw them all']

I was bloody right.
I'll always be bloody right.
And I'll die because of it.

I guess it's my fault really. Everything was going just fine for a while, this 'good' business. Then a slave fell into my lap, a girl who would actually be happy to be my slave. I accepted. I'm sure I can be forgiven, there. I have desired a slave for an awfully long time, only to have one handed to me on a platter after a recent bout of good behaviour. I considered it a reward, a sign that things were getting better now that I was being 'good'.

Only then, the next day, it all fell apart.

Cinder was apparently once a slave. I have nothing to show to her, no way to be proud of my slave as she will always see me and think of her cruel master, or see the slave and wonder why she is treated so well. Well, I'm sure I can show this slave off to my friends, at least they will appreciate it.

No such luck. I forget why I thought I had friends. I don't. If I did call them friends they were probably just using me. No, it's better from now on to trust only myself and Cinder, if she'll ever forgive me. Of course, the person who I chose to take out my bitter disappointment (and then rage) was none other then the man who's superiority I despise, Bowpurity. It would be unfair to say I despise him, he is a wholly likable man, but him constantly succeeding where I fail, recieving all the good things in life where I do not and everything always working out for him have driven me to... well... hatred.

I have no regrets. We both did foolish things, things we should not be proud of, but I will be damned if I let him slip away with the way he insulted my honour. He wouldn't even raise a weapon to fight me. It was as if I was some sort of... charity who just wanted to punch him. I know I am lacking in the field of honour, but that does not mean my honour cannot be hurt. This insult can only be justified by combat.

Oh, and I should probably get around to stopping my brother, or I'll die.
(So I'm going to die, as these problems are constantly interrupting me)

After I wrote these words I returned to find the page blank. Obviously my brother had gone through my journal, but since I remember them I will write them as if it were that day.

I'm wearing a mask right now, so my brother can't find me.

It sounds foolish, I know, but it seems that when I wear this mask I am beyond his reach. If I abandon all my personal items he cannot locate me through them either. Let me explain.

My brother has ascended, thankfully not to godhood, but he is a demigod. I have my suspicions that my brother has me, the real me, locked away somewhere for endless torture. When he ascended I believe he put the real me somewhere and put in a replacement me. I assume this was all within his powers. In my invesitagtion I have also found the Corruption locked away in a giant magic cage of some sort. If my brother is powerful enough to contain the Corruption then my source of power is not even as strong as a demigod. Disappointing, really.

So now I need to go find my bastard of a self, kill my brother again and hopefully everything will be alright. I'm not that hopeful. I'm up against a demi god. The most I'm hoping for is a quick clean death. It seems I should become better friends with Eva. She made him promise things, things I believe he went back on immediately. She is his major weakness. That and his lack of a dragon.

My majestic blue, oh how I adore you. Your magnificant grace when you fly steals my heart like only one other can.
Together we will rain down suffering on our enemies.

Like the previous entry, this page ended up blank.

I have only ever killed one man, my father, much to many peoples surprise.

I find murder a tiresome waste of tools.
Through trial and mostly error I've found slavery inneficient.
Being 'kind' and helping others gets you half-hearted favours, and when you are being 'kind' and helping others people take advantage of you.
Loyalty is fickle or blind.
Nobody who wants money can be bought.
There is always someone more powerful then you.

But I digress.
I plan to murder my brother. All my friends are willing to help. Loyalty has blinded them to my side. I say this because I am not so sure that I am 'in the right'. My brother has locked away me. Before now every where I went I caused misery and destruction. I have not done this since my brothers ascension. I believe it is the absence of the Corruption. When my brother dies Iit will return, and I will go back to being evil.

Likewise, I believe I may have suceeded in being 'good' had the Corruption not influenced me against it.

Yes I am worried.

But without the Corruption I do not have eternal youth.
I will grow old.
I will die.
Then who will take care of Cinder?

My bastard demigod of a brother trapped me within another being. He created a fake copy of me to walk aroun in my place. Where was I? In their head. Watching every painful detail of what they did, always just out of reach of my friends. It was maddening, and I believe that was the intent.

The worst of the things that occured while I was trapped there was the inevitable death of a dear friend of mine. Leading up to it I had several questions I wished to ask them, and I have recorded them here, safely locked away in this diary where no other will see them.

How are you holding up?
Are you afraid?
How are you really holding up?
Do you have any regrets?
Is there anything you want to do before you...?
...

I will swallow my pride for these next few, as I would never say these even out loud if they were the only one in my company.

"Is there anyway to stop it?"
"Is there nothing I can do?"
"I don't want you to die."
"I'll miss you."
"Please don't go."

I... tire of this entry.

I choose to write this entry to distract myself from the world. I truly just... do.
As previously mentioned, my brother trapped me, not trapped in me in a box or prison like a normal person. He ascended to godhood and the bastard placed me (immediately, mind you, after promising his lover that he would not do anything against me!) within the head of another in a sort of prison. That other took on my form and paraded itself around using my memories. Sickening, really.

I will write on my prison.
It was a completely white room with three walls, floor and roof. The fourth wall was a large image of everything the other being could hear and see. In the room was a chair, for my own comfort I can only assume. This sickening treatment left the real me watching the rest of the world carry on while I could not do communicate with the people in it.

For a while I tried to handle it, but eventually I snapped when I learnt my brother had lied to my fiance and myself. I took the chair and broke it against the wall, then did not stop hitting it against the wall until the chair leg was completely broken down to a stump. In my rage I had dented the wall. This single fact gave me hope.

As my time moved on the body was duplicated, each one taking up a different wall. One of these copies was locked into a cell, another went on to become the embodiment of the Corruption. In the end, the Corruption sought revenge. It began an assault on the bar, forcefully placing itself in many people's minds where it could do several things, mostly basic physical manipulation of the mind. This drove my brother mad. Eventually he too was corrupted (strangely, it wasn't the first time), though it was not as deeply as others.

The Corruption took people into 'it's world', a place I dread to go. But, much to my surprise, many of the people came out happy, sometimes sad, but very rarely just angry. It seemed as if it had... upset people or even (these words are strange for me to write, so forgive me) befriended them. I may talk on this further at another time.

One thing I fear more then anything else is the repercussions in the coming weeks. The Corruption went for both friends and strangers, once even mentioning how I would soon be doing this. I dread the thought that I would turn on my friends. Ending thoughts? I have never been happier to hold Cinder in my arms. We will be wed as soon as we can.

I'm going to write this down.
Maybe even make a copy to hand out to each and every person ever corrupted or affected by the Corruption.

This is a written documentation of all I have discovered of the Corruption.

Levels of Corruption
Tertiary - You have been cut by a corrupted weapon or you have had physical contact with the Corruption itself. It has already stolen a part of your power. It will replicate into your entire body until it infects you on a cellular level. It will do nothing else until you die at which point the billions of tiny tiny pieces return to the main body. It will not taint your soul or your mind. It can only be detected with precise scanning.
Infected: Many, but most notably my ex-demigod brother, Alrion. Ha!

Secondary - You have the Corruption within your brain. This ooze is seperate from the rest of the Corruption. It can physically manipulate the brain by stimulating (magically, I assume) the pain, pleasure and addiction centers of the brain. It can cause your minor twitches within your body through involuntary reflexes. It, once again, does not affect your soul. Nor can it actually control your movements or emotions, however it can cause you to laugh or cry. Those infected this way come under the Corruption's 'official' protection, or so I am lead to believe.
Infected: Quite a few, most notably Cloasse Galletti, Gayle Rue and Whisper (who I believe has another name I do not know), and I'll explain below why they are the most notable.

Primary - We have been given a weapon that of which you can use against others to cause a tertiary corruption. We most certainly fall under the Corruption's protection. Half of us have the Corruption in magic. Why, I do not know.
Infected: Myself (with magic), Mary Bloodtear (with magic), Caja Luna Kayriel (without magic), Solange (without magic)


On The 'Chosen'
The Corruption has chosen three, possibly four individuals for the secondary level of corruption. They are Cloasse, Gayle and Whisper. I do not know why, so I wish people would stop asking. The Corruption does not tell me many things. I can tell you the following. It has only chosen people who do not wish to be corrupted, those who rebel against it.
At the same time the Corruption seems to preach that it wants people to be loyal to it and is trying to help some of them to do so. Naturally, I believe such an idea is false, but I have no proof, just suspicion that the Corruption is still screwing us all.


Magic
Much to my and it's frustration, the Corruption does not have healing magic in any form. In fact, most of it's magic manifests in directed attacks. The extent of my powers include launching bolts, causing a pulse of it around me to deter close range attackers and the most exotic use I have of it is creating a black mist. I believe this mist is not of a magical property, but physical, meaning no one can see through it, not even those that can see in the dark. From this I gather that the Corruption is completely unable to perform tasks that involve creating, but specialises in destroying. Even if it truly has the power of a god it has it's limits.


Other
The Corruption is a magical ooze. It can only sustain itself in the real world for a short amount of time for some reason. I do not know why. It's home, from what I have gathered, is in space. There it has made a 'realm' of it's own where it's body is the walls.
The Corruption has an eye. A large gross dripping thing. I don't wish to speak on it, but I guess I must. It can see straight into your mind and drive you mad, bring your worst fears to light. It's a horrendous addition to an already disgusting creature.
The weapons from the Corruption are magically enchanted to be unbreakable and can infect on a cut. Some have a magical augments, for example mine leaves a cold affect to the cut. My brothers weapons (which I believe are lost) caused the persons heart to skip a beat.

I will add to what I know when I learn more.
But this is all I know.
Regards
-Drakus

Well, that was fun, I suppose.

I came.
I saw.
I failed.

I came back in time to say goodbye to a friend for what I thought was the last time. Naturally, I was awfully surprised and angry when someone who looks vaguely like them (but quite literally all the wrong colours), claimed to be them. My sister died and returned again, but that is never a pleasant thing to know.

But the thing that breaks the camels back?
I left a friend who was bleeding all over the place and likely to die to a less then competent hero so I could go get my gut slashed open and watch my sister be taken. I know I haven't stated it before, so I will state it now. I am meant to be my sisters protector. I have a sword which only I can wield which is meant for protecting her. It lights up when she is in trouble. So I failed her. Now she is at the mercy of whatever the demon god that took her wants.

Oh, yes, I should probably take up my sword and go hunting down for her. But why? It's a demon god. I highly doubt they would leave her anywhere less then hells strongest prison with a legion of guards, if not in their own private company. What of my friend? I do not know. They died or they survived. Now I will leave. The bar clearly wants me only to punish me.

In my short time back I have already grown sick of constantly trying to explain the Corruption. I truly have. It made a mess and fully expects me to clean it up. Well too bad. I'm avoiding this mess like a child. My dragon and I will hunt down underdark. If nothing else I can save someone who I owe a favour. Eva.

That is all.
Regards to my friends.

I must say, life is...

Life is a strange thing. You may never realise it with your dramas and your silly altercations that life is very short.

The Aschen have been a constant pain for me for some time. Admittedly, the charges they hold on me are scincere, but let slip one foolish remark... Well, the magic users of the bar have a very strong conviction behind them and with the support of one particularly powerful (or at the very least highly skilled) space based group the Aschen have been deterred. Apparently following that...
Well, the Aschen had a press release.

While this was happening the Corruption made it's move. It had selected certain people to, believe it or not, take it's power. A quater each. This would leave me in a... less then optimal sitution. I would lose my magic as well as my eternal youth. Once again, my biggest fears were that, well, I would die and leave my Cinder alone.

At that point I had several options. Kill the chosen was one. There is little they would have done to stop me, based off an assessment of their skills and potential. I could have done it. But two were my friend. The second option, ask them for their power. The Corruption struck before I could, contacting each person.

But I chose to accept it. It's bizaare, really. But once I accepted my limited lifespan life seemed more sensible. Then I realised for too long Cinder and I had been engaged but not married. We still we have a full ceremony, but we were married. I am mortal in every sense of the word and practically magicless, but I am not afraid.

So now I am searching for a way to be immortal, or rather, eternal, though it's not as important as the rest of my life. I have a woman I love, I have friends who may not care for me but who I can at least converse with. I even aquired a new dragon. A mighty red, bigger then my blue (though I still prefer the blue which I reared from an egg).

I guess what I have found is that I have new views on life. I am more vulnerable and likely to die, so I should be more careful. We will see what the future holds.

With my recent realisation of my own mortality, I decided I should make a will. Since I am not familiar with such matters, I will just list who goes to what as laid out on this legal document.

To my beloved Cinder. Everything I own, owned and ever would have owned falls into your hands. I want you to know you were always my greatest of loves in this world. No matter what wonders I saw or what majesties I beheld, you always stood apart from and far beyond them. I would write a list of things to compliment you, but I imagine this is a solemn occasion. One thing I have set aside for you is a final message to you.
I am sorry Cinder. I am sure I will miss you in the afterlife.

Anything that you do not wish to keep, pass on to my friends. I am certain someone will find a use for magic nullifiers and truth serums.

There is an envelope specifically meant for my brother. I would like it to be passed on to him. It is up to he, who does not even go by my family name, to carry on the family line. Please be kind to him and accept him.

There should be some money set aside for a funeral.

I don't have much else to add.

I am sorry for most of the wrongs I committed, but lacking the fear of a god or gods I will not repent.
I will miss you all who influenced my life, my love Cinder, my sister Caja, my best friend Kenna, my friend Bow, my brother Alrion, his love Eva... And so many more of you. Gayle, Cloasse, Whisper, Red, Zelle, Storm... There's too many of you. I will miss you.

It has been some time since I last wrote.

I guess I will just write... everything.

Before my untimely death, on a spur of the moment Cinder and I were wed. We gathered a priest and were married without a ceremony. I simply couldn't wait my life any longer without having her forever. I must say, it was one of the happiest days of my life. I imagine it will only ever be truly topped by the day we are married publically.

The Aschen, idiotic fools, constructed a robot who went rogue. Initially I believed it's intents reflected the Aschen, however I was very wrong. This robot, this Aiyanna, they came with far too many robots and I was slain. Cinder brought me back. Her devotion to me I will never fully understand. It must be love. It's the same reason I would cast aside everything that makes me who I am for her, and very much considered an option she had once given me. Become a demon.

Since then, time progressed. The Corruption had caused many troubles, apparently revealing itself as an Outer (?) God named 'Lzothozsh'. Whatever the thing is, it has gone quiet for some time. I hope it never returns but I fear that it will, no matter what I try.

With no immortality and magic, I was still feeling rather off, until I happened to stumble upon a single gentleman who changed that. He offered me a sword. The sword triples my strength when held, is imbued with lightning, incredbly durable and I am yet to find a metal that can resist it's slashes. Best of all, it grants immortality.

Well, that's that taken care of. So what does the future hold for Mr. Drakus Flavaar?
I cannot tell, to be honest. I feel a dark shadow passing over the lands. A dark shadow that threatens us all. I do not wish to see my friends hurt by such a thing. I may do something foolish. Something inherently Drakus.

That is all.

It has been some time since my last entry.

The world swirls quickly about me and sometimes I find it difficult to grasp onto what keeps me sane.

My wife is blind and I have been caring for her the best I can, giving her what comfort I can, providing everything she needs. I still fear it is not enough and never will be. False gods, I hope to restore her sight. Living in a world of darkness... I do not think I could bare such a thing. The thought gives me chills.

I have come to accept this body of mine as a rather disturbing thing. My soul has inherited this body from the last undeserving owner, but it is not my body. From what I have discovered it had magic ability matching that of my soul which is to say, not much. But something is something and I would be a fool to ignore it. I plan to search on a wider spectrum for magic enhancers. Perhaps someday I will even return to the power I once had.

Other surprises from this macabre gift include a death mark from a group of angels. How enjoyable. They visited me in a dream, mistakening me for the bounty hunter who previously owned the corpse I now live through and informed me I would be visited by a plague and that the riteous would prevail. But what riteous people use zombies? Nevertheless, Red dealt with them.

Ah Red, she is proving quite the accomplished person. I accept her as my apprentice, so to speak. On occasion we fight. She has power, raw magic, like that of which I hadn't comprehended. I will be glad to guide her to use it. Additionally, she shows an aptitude for combat, a thirst for knowledge and the ability to research. Now if only she could handle the personal side of things she would be practically suited to work with me. I will see what I can do.

The shadows of this Orsa of Terminus business grow longer and my influence is not providing the shield I had hoped. I must try harder. Natalie in trouble, now missing. Whisper... a fate worse then death. How long is it until my fears are realised for the others around me? How long until they too must face this dark wrath? I dread to think what might happen.

I feel that, since it's original purpose was to record my dark tendencies, I should record an event that still lingers in my mind. I assaulted a woman, risked the world knowing of her rather special powers, all in the name of selfishness. I would apologise to Cora if I ever saw her again, but I fear I never will.

PS: Kill Johnathan Black. Explain later.

Forenote: Killed Johnathan Black, still trying to explain.

What can I say?

A lot.

My brother is behind angels sent to kill me. As convuluted as it sounds (I am sure this is not paranoia) he placed the death mark on the bounty hunter and sent them to attack Solange, which lead to me inheriting the mans corpse and thus being the target of the angels. My retalliation against him went well until he... well, until his latest bitch stepped in to stop me. I would have had a slowly deteriorating demi-god powers for several days, but I guess it was not meant to be. Lesson learned, for the future be better prepared. Still, it was not without some sort of success.

I am no longer of the Orsa, strange as it may seem. That path lead to betrayal and much anger, to the point where I now must work to be forgiven. I have been begrudgingly convinced by Whisper (who does not have a manipulative bone in her body the foolish woman) to change sides. What does this mean? I do not know.

Cinder appears to be facing a trouble of sorts, something to do with her sister or... some business. I am not entirely certain. I feel slightly out of the loop there. I'm quite sure that vampire is somehow involved with Kenna, also, but I can't quite pick it. Insane creature.

Is it me or has something changed?

After kidnapping Director Ayasha Ziedens of the MEA I becme a criminal in the eyes of US law. I am to be arrested soon and to serve my sentence. I go without fear, as what awaits me otherwise?

To explain, I managed to finally steal my brothers demi god powers, though they only remained with me for a few days. In that time I discovered I had no use for them at all, and that by having them I simply became a cheap gimmick of a magician with parlour tricks. Omnipotent parlour tricks, but that doesn't stop them from being parlour tricks.

On losing these powers I finally realised I have nothing to gain by being powerful. Power if fickle and only the powerful feel they 'need' it. As a result, I shall inform the world of how feeble their power is and how feeble they are without it.

I will take my gauntlet back, have a tool that makes me powerful, and when they call me out on only having power because of the gauntlet I shall remove it and I shall strike them down.

What else can I say? The world tumbles apart around me. Cinder is infested with another demons soul which is slowly killing her and I am powerless to help, even as a demi god. With this revelation my life seems dull. Perhaps its time to settle down...?

The world continues without me. Incarcerated in prison for at least a month and the world didn't even bat an eyelash. However, that did give the world time to forget me and my tricks. I have a delightful little gauntlet that allows me to copy powers or strengths of people. Useful? Of course. My brother still seems to be up to his usual business, caught between two angry women. I was defeated in fair combat by a demon who's name I struggle to recall. Banran, or something. I will seek this demon when I grew stronger, older, wiser.

Speaking of growing older, I happened to be off planet during my own blasted birthday. Twenty two and not a person said 'happy birthday'. Of course they didn't. I wasn't here and inviting them to my birthday. Oh well, I harbour no feelings of immense and unfathomable rage for the scum that the Aschen are.

Well, I will find some form of revenge for what I have suffered by their hands and it will be delicious. And cold? Regardless there is much vengeance to be had, for Aschen, for demons (daemons?) and for anyone who steps in my way. This gauntlet will help me to do so, hopefully, if not I will rely on my own magic and skills to bring vengeance to my hands.

It's not like I have anythng els to live for.