Observations of an Immortal
It is with some reluctance I commit these observations to paper, for what I have witnessed is not for the weak of mind. Instead, take my words as a warning.
...he was reminiscing over dinner this evening about his "birth", a demonic pact of sorts...
..butchering a chicken over a skull with an Arthana and holding a glass goblet to collect the blood is barbaric," I told him...
...apparently start of a long forgotten rite
..night, open to the moon, chalk, candles and skull
...pouring the blood onto the skull...
..mumbling about taking her to the underworld
...proving his worth to her...
..that glass goblet again, could someone really drink such a thing? ...