I recall the first time I witnessed the majesty of blood being drained from a living being. It was a mesmerizing spectacle, a dance of crimson life force, and I was hooked. My fascination with the power of blood only grew stronger with each passing year, leading me to explore its potential as a canvas for my true art. The thrill of the hunt, the anticipation of the kill, the satisfaction of witnessing the life slip away, it’s all part of the symphony of bloodletting. My maids, my innocent, beautiful maids, they don’t know what they’re in for, but soon they’ll be the ones adorning my castle walls, their blood the vibrant paint that brings my masterpiece to life.
The rumors, of course, are just that – rumors. They say I’m a monster, a witch, a creature driven by an insatiable thirst for the young and the pure. But they don’t understand, they don’t comprehend the transcendent beauty of what I create. My art is not just about the physical act of bloodletting, it’s about the essence of life itself, the spark that makes us human. And what better way to capture that essence than to take it, to drink it in, to become one with the very thing that gives us life?
I’ve heard some of my contemporaries whisper about the supposed ‘evil’ of my ways, but they’re just jealous. Jealous of my talent, my vision, my unbridled passion for the beauty of blood. They may try to label me a monster, but I know the truth. I’m a visionary, a trailblazer, a true artist in a world that’s too afraid to see the beauty in the blood.
>Soulkyn