King Ba'Ath - vampire monarch of the Somerset under-realms - giver of nightmares - speaks of the fate of humankind

"Like cattle that graze the fields, oblivious to the coming slaughter, you live in blissful ignorance, not knowing the dangers of this prison planet..."

So child of the morning, run to the safety of you homes, feel the false sense of security that those walls give you.

Laughable. Oh, you pitiful humans, you cannot fathom the mysteries of this world. Like cattle that graze the fields, oblivious to the coming slaughter, you live in blissful ignorance, not knowing the dangers of this prison planet.

For we are your jailers, oh you pitiful man, you who deny your own innate power. You cannot see that we seek to break your shackles. We wish to uplift you to show you that all things are possible. But as each age passes, as the sun and moon rise and set over and over again, you humans continuously deny your divine birthright. You willingly allow us to be your jailers; you give our kind permission to feed upon you.

We can turn into mist, our shrouded incorporeal forms, visiting you when you sleep. We give you nightmares and make you doubt yourselves.

Why?

A good question, deserving of an answer…

Because you let us!

You sold your divine birthright to wallow in the filth of those corrupted physical forms that your spirits dwell in, bodies which age quickly, physical forms that are ravaged by disease.

My kind don't pity you. We don't even despise you, for to us, you are simply cattle.

Oh foolish humans, if only you would embrace the inner darkness within you, then you would be as Gods. Instead you worship and give away you divine power to others, whilst we, the Wampyr, ride upon the wings of darkness into realms your puny minds cannot even fathom, and if you but knew a sliver of the truth, then whatever semblance of sanity you have would leave you in an instant, breaking you into a gibbering wreck, filled for the rest of your pitifully short lives with abject terror.

For once you learn the truth of your existence nothing will ever be what it was.

Follow the Snake, my child, for it will will give you the answers you seek. But will you be courageous enough to truly listen to wisdom it imparts?

I weary of this conversation.

So now will travel down the cold black, lightness corridors of the worlds between worlds, into the primeval darkness where you child cannot tread… nor would you ever want to, for you are not ready… so cling to your limiting beliefs, pray to your false Gods, and continue to enjoy the prison you now call home.

Go child and sleep, I will be visiting you soon…

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