The History of Blood

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There is a dark red spot on the top of some pages. It is easily recognized as a blood mark. When Zefrum is especially happy about a kill, he puts a drop of the victims blood on a page of his notebook. Each spot is marked with a name and a message.


Daniel Caedo (Zefrum's father)

You never deserved life in the first place, so it was only natural it be taken from you. Perhaps life isn't so precious after all. Who cares if a few people go missing? I won't miss them. I sure won't miss you. Here, I keep your blood to remind me of my first prize.

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Phillip Caedo (Zefrum's Brother)

Offspring of the monster, but you never had the strength to destroy the evil you spawned from. Son of a mother who knew her time. This world doesn't need those who will let the stoppable evil remain. You stood by, doing nothing, and now share the grave of the one who you should have helped to destroy.

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Lisa Straught

It was a hassel to even get your name. While I admired your courage and spunk, I couldn't allow you to continue to burden the world. Nobody slaps me and goes unpunished. You had your chance, but your time is done. Sixteen years is plenty for the likes of you.

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Chris Daniels

What can I say? I didn't like you much. One less annoyance for this world to deal with.

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This post is simply to save me the time of making lots of images and coming up with names...

Ten other kills are recorded besides the preceding four and each has less reason for the one preceding itself. It is evident that Zefrum has become so unfeeling that killing has become natural. While he had to feel intense hatred to kill his father and brother, he became more and more detached, now killing for almost no reason.

P.S. If you ever want a character killed, tell me and I will have Zefrum kill them. Then I can add them to the book. Just tell me if they have a differently colored blood.

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In all the world,
My greatest fear,
Is to have the world,
But no one near.
To be alone,
While no one cares.
To be disowned.
I would not dare,
To call that home.
Where a feeling of hate,
Hangs in the air,
Refusing to leave,
And remaining there.
From dawn to dusk,
No sound is heard.
Throughout the Earth,
Not a single word.

And the tears would run,
Down the face,
Of the man left there,
Alone, disgraced.
And all it would take,
Is a loving word.
But still, again,
No sound is heard.

The pain would echo,
In a hollow heart,
Once filled with joy,
Forced to depart.
Once a man,
Not so much now.
And not even one,
To wonder how.
The thought of friends,
A distant dream.
And near the end,
It would seem,
That all could be fixed,
By a loving word.
But then, again,
No sound is heard.

You'll never understand what it's like, Zefrum. I'm sure you've had your share of pain, but your violence and anger is keeping me from being able to live. Maybe this is your intention. It would take three worlds of people using all their strength to hold the weight that is on my shoulders. Every day, I have to convince people that I'm not a killer and that I'm not the monster. Please, find what understanding and sympathy still exists in you and please release me from this abyss. I am a part of you. If you keep this up, both sides of you will die together. If that's what it takes, I will be glad to do it to rid this world of your unremorseful influence.

Jaden

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Nora Vince

Unfortunately, I couldn't kill your stupid brother. I did enjoy burning away your face. If only you had the guts to kill me, you'd be alive now. So sad that such a feisty girl had to go so badly. Maybe your brother's learned a lesson.