Author's Notes:
Hello everyone, I'm sorry to disappoint but I can't take it anymore, I'm going through too many things that's messing up my mental health, I'm going to finally end it. This is my final work. Although, even as a ghost, you will still feel like as if I'm still there for you, entertaining all of you. This entire book was my cry for help, and a silent voice that needed to be heard by the world. Thank you, everyone.

ARC I “In the world of darkness that is obscured by human society, there is a vampire who has psychic abilities that are so powerful, his mind cannot bear it, to the point it drives him insane. He is in a political cold war between two clans of centuries long-fought of his own kind, given the legacy to dominate and take down the Vampire Council. His alias goes by the name of Voltaire, who was once human, a brilliant prodigy who fought his childhood traumas, only to lead him to life with the undead.”

ARC II "Realizing everything was none but a delusion, he became a serial killer after sacrificing his most loved one to the Great Old One, Nyarlathotep, whom a dead god that he appeases with blood and gore. He kills people and leaves bodies behind, in order to be an anonymous and infamous serial killer, just so he can be inspired to write books 'based on true events' of his crimes."

ARC III "His mental illnesses cured, realizing it was caused by some sort of cyber-psychosis that was implanted into his brain. Finally realizing that the reality he lives in is not what he actually thought. Indeed however, the reality he lives in is not some urban modern era. But a dystopian future, full of technology beyond his comprehension. He is now in a cyberpunk era of his world. Full of mysteries, conspiracy theories, and more insanity that will be unveiled."

ARC IV "Coming soon..."

Diary Of A Psychopath: Descent To Madness

My name is not important. What matters is my pen name known as Voltaire, which the name was inspired by the French-English author that was known for his logical and critical views to society during the enlightenment era. However, I, as an author, was only known infamously for my arrogance. 


For my narcissism is none but a superiority complex, a coping mechanism that wards off my past failures. Knowing that I am nothing but a useless waste of oxygen on the surface of the planet today, at least I have my smarts. I was also known for my infallible charisma, which is nothing but a facade to hide my true nature as somewhat malevolent and evil. 


For I see humans in society, but no humanity without their compassion. But I did not believe I was human for I believed I was a vampire because of my outlandish delusions from one psychotic episode to another. 


But I was entirely human because I thought to myself, I might just be a weak vampire that can live like a normal human being. 


Down the Rabbit Hole