Post by Jack Edwards on Jul 9, 2015 23:50:46 GMT -5
Hello everyone, Jack Edwards here! As you may know, I am several hundred years old, over six hundred years to be exact. But I should probably tell my story just so I don't confuse ones mind.
You see I was born in London in 1325. Damn old in my opinion, but alas, life goes on (unfortunately). I lived with my mother, father, and younger older Sarah, not sure which. My father Albert was a butcher, my mother Francis was well, nothing. Terrible sounding, I know, but she the one responsible for keeping us in line and make sure we don't get into anything bad. My sister however...was...a bitch. I FUCKING LOVE MY FAMILY!!! But on a more serious note, I did love my family. With all my heart. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about them.
The year was 1346. If that year doesn't sound familiar, open a history book. No, I'm only yanking one's chain. This was the year that the Bubonic plague hit London. First my father passed away, then my mother and soon followed my sister. I was alone, surrounded by suffering, pain, and death. At the time I was a religious fellow and prayed to God with all my might that I would live. I was scared. Knowing that my death could come at any time, terrified me. I prayed to anyone, anything that I would do anything to live through this ordeal.
Little did I know that a certain "demon" heard my prayer and came to my aid. A felt a hand on my shoulder and as I looked to where it lead to, I saw a beautiful woman standing over me. I asked "who are you?". She only smiled and proceeded to tell me that she was indeed the Devil him-er-herself! At first I chose not to believe her, but she proved to me in a matter of seconds. She showed me what was in store for me if I chose not to believe her. She showed to me in a vision of Hell. I fell to my knees and begged not to suffer that fate. She only smiled and told me that there was a way to survive this plague, only for a small fee.
My soul. I was so frightened of dying and meeting the Devil that I immediately agreed without even so much as thinking about the consequences. Years passed and the plague slowly died off. I watched as hundreds and thousands of people I knew die. I realized that after a while of surviving under abnormal circumstances that I began to put two and two together. I could not die.
As more years passed, the more I realized that I was going to be on this Earth forever. It wasn't until the year 1367 that I realized that I was immortal. Several times I attempted suicide. I've done all that I could do from hanging myself, standing myself, and I even went so far as to decapitating myself. Nothing worked.
By the time I reached 95 years old I believed that my true punishment was to be alone. But the Devil had something else in mind. She came to me and proposed that I should marry her. Considering that this was the Devil I chose to do her bidding. After all, this demon mistress had the ability to fill my bowels with fecal matter if I rubbed her the wrong way. Trust me, she's done it before. But all in all, she's actually a very good wife.
But as the years passes and the modern era approached, the invention of the gun gave more ways to try and kill myself. But with advanced technology, I still fail to end my life.
However, the year is 2015 and I've been introduced to a group of individuals that go under a group called The Candle Cult. A young man by the name of Tea showed me that there are people who have undergone torment and live very rough lives. But I certainly hope to find a way to end my life and finally be at peace.
You see I was born in London in 1325. Damn old in my opinion, but alas, life goes on (unfortunately). I lived with my mother, father, and younger older Sarah, not sure which. My father Albert was a butcher, my mother Francis was well, nothing. Terrible sounding, I know, but she the one responsible for keeping us in line and make sure we don't get into anything bad. My sister however...was...a bitch. I FUCKING LOVE MY FAMILY!!! But on a more serious note, I did love my family. With all my heart. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about them.
The year was 1346. If that year doesn't sound familiar, open a history book. No, I'm only yanking one's chain. This was the year that the Bubonic plague hit London. First my father passed away, then my mother and soon followed my sister. I was alone, surrounded by suffering, pain, and death. At the time I was a religious fellow and prayed to God with all my might that I would live. I was scared. Knowing that my death could come at any time, terrified me. I prayed to anyone, anything that I would do anything to live through this ordeal.
Little did I know that a certain "demon" heard my prayer and came to my aid. A felt a hand on my shoulder and as I looked to where it lead to, I saw a beautiful woman standing over me. I asked "who are you?". She only smiled and proceeded to tell me that she was indeed the Devil him-er-herself! At first I chose not to believe her, but she proved to me in a matter of seconds. She showed me what was in store for me if I chose not to believe her. She showed to me in a vision of Hell. I fell to my knees and begged not to suffer that fate. She only smiled and told me that there was a way to survive this plague, only for a small fee.
My soul. I was so frightened of dying and meeting the Devil that I immediately agreed without even so much as thinking about the consequences. Years passed and the plague slowly died off. I watched as hundreds and thousands of people I knew die. I realized that after a while of surviving under abnormal circumstances that I began to put two and two together. I could not die.
As more years passed, the more I realized that I was going to be on this Earth forever. It wasn't until the year 1367 that I realized that I was immortal. Several times I attempted suicide. I've done all that I could do from hanging myself, standing myself, and I even went so far as to decapitating myself. Nothing worked.
By the time I reached 95 years old I believed that my true punishment was to be alone. But the Devil had something else in mind. She came to me and proposed that I should marry her. Considering that this was the Devil I chose to do her bidding. After all, this demon mistress had the ability to fill my bowels with fecal matter if I rubbed her the wrong way. Trust me, she's done it before. But all in all, she's actually a very good wife.
But as the years passes and the modern era approached, the invention of the gun gave more ways to try and kill myself. But with advanced technology, I still fail to end my life.
However, the year is 2015 and I've been introduced to a group of individuals that go under a group called The Candle Cult. A young man by the name of Tea showed me that there are people who have undergone torment and live very rough lives. But I certainly hope to find a way to end my life and finally be at peace.