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Death came on this night. But it was not by my hand. He had been a friend. Those that sought vengeance on me, found I had one weakness. One for a mortal. He had been as a father, for Thirty plus years. Although he asked no questions, he knew I was....different. They used him to trap me. But I knew this day would come. I dreaded it so. I killed the three who dared try. It came at a precious price. I have one regret, other than his cruel ****** While he lay dying. He saw the monster I am and his eyes showed fear of me. ~Lord Kellington This is the fourth installment from The Diaries Of Lord Kellington
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Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 6:06 PM UTC
The Diary Of Lord Kellington (4)
Death came on this night. But it was not by my hand. He had been a friend. Those that sought vengeance on me, found I had one weakness. One for a mortal. He had been as a father, for Thirty plus years. Although he asked no questions, he knew I was....different. They used him to trap me. But I knew this day would come. I dreaded it so. I killed the three who dared try. It came at a precious price. I have one regret, other than his cruel ****** While he lay dying. He saw the monster I am and his eyes showed fear of me. ~Lord Kellington This is the fourth installment from The Diaries Of Lord Kellington
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Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 6:06 PM UTC
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