D had taught me that the man made god was as all knowing as he would have us believe. That if were to move in the just the right times i could find my way to the place where the minds were sent back in time and implanted in the back of children to wait and nudge the world as he saw fit. God, I hated him. I had been a good apprentice, I had studied my lessons and now I would wait in 'heart' of my host for my moment.
The irony of my second birth was almost too great, it almost made me believe that their was an intelligence beyond even my hated man made god, a real god, with a very sick sense of humor. I was born in a strict Catholic home, the son of Alois and Klara. I had a large enough family and I even played the altar boy. Fortune was good to me, it gave a war. From the war I gain power and suffering. I shall tell you a secret, nothing makes slaves of people like suffering; they will give everything they have to end it, even that most dear free-will. In part it sickened me to take away free will as I did, using the enemies art against him, but this was war, surviva; if I was to conquere the celestial cyberspace I would have to do everything I could to gain influence.
Yes, love does make us weak.
I gathered an army, one I thought would take the world and rule on high for a thousand years. I used the knowledge of the worldly powers and gathered every sorce of power I could. I even found the Lance. I swam through lore of what the meek called the occult, but D had taught me better I knew now even more than at my death; if knowledge really was power than even at my first death I had been a god to this cowardly fools. Yet for all my power I was not yet strong enough; I admite my failings. I was too hungry for revenge. I turned all that were not my ally into an enemy. I must wonder if love was not my failing too; did I think to much on my dear Eva when the war was that which mattered?
Then a strange thing happened. I found that same book. The book which had or rather would destroy me. I could not destroy the Chrononomicon, but I had to see if had some knowledge that might turn the war for me. If not all was already lost and my enemyies would be upon me anymoment now. From the west if I were lucky still, from the east if fortuna abbandon me. If the east, I might as well kill myself and hope to try again. But luck had given me the book.... |