Everyday Sins

This is my choice to write, my choice to tell you of the torture i adore going through everyday. I have many names, too many to even mention one of them. Still, as an immortal soul and a very open one at that, I have very little to entertain myself. As of today, with all those idiotic and irresponsible teenagers and young adults, I have easy entertainment. There is no joke is what I say, for living forever means doing everything, maybe everything even twice.

I apologize if I am blabbering right now, but I'm not entirely sure how to start off. This is one thing I've never done before, and I still have no idea how to start off. I would say some people would call this a diary, while I prefer to think of it as a journal. I will be writing down my everyday life here, hoping someone stumbles upon this if I ever 'drop' it. Then the consequences will lead me right to them. My powers are never ending and the curse I place upon this will be whoever opens the old, blood-soaked cover shall be due to die in my own personal way.

I know, seems utterly impossible but with god-like powers such as myself it is most certainly possible. It also seems very old, like a movie idea but where would anyone get such an idea without a story first? Add to the fact, I would do anything to anger my ever-lasting enemy and my life is forever entertained. Anything to anger him is a pleasure to my life, any kind of pleasure.

Another interesting thing added here is my dark home ,with all its rough edges and dark inhabitants. The men, aggressive and dark and sadistic. The woman, all in-succubus in nature and that have beautifully pale features with black accents. The teenagers, half what this generation would call goth and the other half undeniably beautiful with the blackest of hearts...or no hearts at all. My children, the hidden killers pitied by all for their miserable lives that the course of motion was set by them. All my darlings and my minions.

My most important followers are those under the age of 21, walking the earth with mortal bodies and souls that shall forever return to me before, according to the real and undecided mortals way of calling it,'Before they even lived'. It gives me great happiness really,knowing my children ruin the lives of others under my influence. Then I have more souls returning to me, ones that haven't decided before they were sent to walk the earth.

Many may ask why I have decided to do this and really it is to write down things so I can relive them. Even being immortal, memories can become faded, blurry and almost muddy with time. I would love to keep my memories without being sure to waste countless journals but alas that is not the case. Though of course, it may have just registered. I could kill you anytime, whenever I feel the need or I am simply bored. Don't be frightened, for you I shall make it quick for being the first to read. After that, for each person I shall take more and more of my sweet and endless time. It will be utterly perfect for me, because there is no loss for me and only gain.

This is only my first page, and if you're going to die now you may as well read. I know many will stop before they are done, many of the stories may be just too cruel for those who read. As for that fact, not everyone in this journal shall be ones who read the journal. Many of them shall be ones I happened to stumble upon, those who would become my followers when they had died or had decided after they had been set as mere mortals.

Now, if you have read this far I suppose you may think it boring but I am simply writing an introduction. The real memories will begin soon, and I assure you, your curosity may very well be piqued.