The Nightmare

Am I a bad person?

Sure, I've done the occasional immoral thing. Who hasn't? But I doubt I've done anything criminal enough to deserve this.

I just want to be happy for more than a single, fleeting, fucking moment. Who doesn't?

For a while, everything was going my way: I got into university, graduated with honours, landed a high paying job that I enjoyed, bought the cozy house, got fit then met and proposed to the partner of my dreams… After 24 years of disappointment, depression, rejection and being alone. I finally got what I wanted. For once I didn't feel like nothing. For once I felt genuinely happy with my life.

But all it took was one night, one party at my fiancée's family's estate for it all to change and for misery to keep me company once more.

Before either of us could react, a group of masked men broke into the estate, killing and attacking any man or woman that stood in their way.

My darling love had a bag put over her head and was taken away from me while I was stabbed with a stake piercing my broken heart and, like many others, was left to burn in the flames. Unlike the other unfortunate guests, I rose once more, now destined to forever live an undead life filled with blood and corpses.

It begs the question: What did I do?

In a previous life was I a mass murderer or something worse? Did I upset some cosmic deity with my words or actions?

Am I even the issue? Did association with a friend or my family give me this fate?

I don't know. And…frankly, I no longer care. I can't anymore. It's all so depressing…and aggravating... 

When I awoke, strange things, strange thoughts and strange compulsions plagued my very being.

Violent urges course through my veins. I want to feel bones snap, I want to paint the floors with crimson red...

"Avenge… Kill… Destroy… And Kill Again…" Are the dark words being whispered in my ears by a voice that I don't even know.

The thirst for blood…sweet, delicious blood…hungers me to no avail…I need it to feel. Need it to survive. Need it to kill. Need it to be alive.

Fret not my sweet bride for I will make them pay. I will make them suffer. I will slaughter and raze everything they've ever held dear. I will make them beg for Thanatos' Sweet Embrace… lest they face the wrath of Yama.

I will become the creature that haunts their darkest dreams. I will become a Scourge, so deadly that no one will be able to stop me, not even the gods and demon lords themselves.

I will free you…

And I will have my revenge.

And when I do... It will be bloody.