February 18, 19,000 B.F.P.

In the annals of time, etched within these ancient pages, my thoughts find refuge—a sanctuary for the maelstrom that rages within. Millennia have passed since these words first graced the parchment, and now, perhaps, they shall mark their final descent into ink. The chronicles of my existence, a testament to the eons endured, culminate in this entry—an admission of the darkness that has unfurled within me.

Around me, shadows dance—a testament to the newfound power bestowed upon me by The Dark One. It courses through my veins, like a venomous elixir, granting sight beyond the veils of this world. A sight that reveals truths, both unsought and unbearable.

In the shroud of darkness, I glimpsed a reality that shattered my very core—a truth that splintered the pedestal upon which I placed my brother, Kodron. It was an image that seared itself into my consciousness—an image of him, entwined in the embrace of a succubus. A creature of darkness and allure, whose essence is woven from temptation itself.

My footsteps disrupted their liaison—a tableau of betrayal and desire. With a heavy heart and words that bore the weight of ages, I beseeched my brother to sever the tie that bound him to this malevolent force. A warning issued from a place of agony and concern, a plea for him to escape the clutches of darkness that ensnared him.

But he persisted—the pull of the succubus's allure proving stronger than my entreaties. The tendrils of my brother's desires, tangled in the web she wove, wrapped around my very heart, squeezing it until it ached with a pain that had no equal.

The fury within me burns like a star—a conflagration stoked by the affront to my values and the betrayal of my trust. The brother I revered, the one who stood as a beacon of honor and strength, was now entangled in the embrace of darkness. It is a reality that stings, that festers, that fans the flames of my hatred.

But The Dark One's intentions, veiled in enigma, do not align with my desires for vengeance. An unsettling accord resonates between us—a shared goal to safeguard Luseiru, even if it means sheltering her from my own blood. The choice is one of duty, of the greater good, even as my heart aches with the weight of fractured familial bonds.

As I inscribe this final entry, a sense of resignation washes over me. The words etched upon the parchment carry the weight of millennia, the echoes of a soul weary from the battles waged within. The ink dries, sealing within it the essence of my struggle—the torment, the anger, the anguish, and the relentless pursuit of a purpose that has eclipsed all else.

May these words find their way to understanding eyes—a chronicle of pain, of hate, and of the unyielding force that drives me onward. In this twilight of my existence, as the pages of this ancient journal close, the darkness within me lingers—an indelible stain that taints my soul and shapes my destiny.