My arrival to this realm was so sudden and explosive. Familiar, and yet something entirely unique. I recalled my memories, but they did not seem to recall me.
Anyway, this is getting slightly too poncy for me. I guess I must have read too much of that other guy's pages and subconsciously mimicked his writing style. I'm sure you've read the entries prior to this.
I am not the same person as Henry Eligos. He no longer exists.
My name is The Bastard, I am a Divine Gunslinger. I am an eternal, reincarnating spirit working for my God. I have no feelings but rage and excitement.
Well that's how I should be introducing myself.
Ever since shortly after my reincarnation into this body, I have been experiencing things I should not have been. Empathy, a sense of self-preservation, and emotions which don't directly boost my performance as a celestial mercenary.
In fact, many of these emotions have hindered me.
None of the previous incarnations have been like this; all are fearless and willing to die over and over again in order to fufil the desires of our God, and i'm sure none of the future incarnations will be.
If i'm being honest, this has been a stressful situation for me. Maybe i'll write down some stories in this journal. There's at least a couple hundred blank pages.
For now, i'm going to leave this book in my room at the tavern.
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