A fierce tug awakens me from drunken stupor My sheets tumble off the edge of the bed He’s come, once again, for His meal
It is my sworn duty to tend to Him and his arcane needs a result of purchasing Alveus Manor, my current home Strangely, it has been many decades since Yet, I do not age but for my mind
To maintain a sense of control on things, I ponder Many hours have been spent toiling in reflection forgotten lovers, forgotten names They mean precious little now
There is a singular memory that screeches loudest some deal sealed with incantations and blood scars adorn my wrists in confirmation This memory is certainly true
I set the bowl out near the darkest part of my manor From the floor, a trapdoor creaks upwards I see the sharp glint of some child’s eyes They dart around on an elderly face
He snatches the bowl with pale claws and blinks expectantly It is then that I remember the burning whims of my duty With a dagger and a prayer, my wrist spurts Red nutrition cakes into the container
Prize in hand, He scurries back underneath the floor sounds of primal content slither along the walls He clambers back up with satisfaction I am to be rewarded
He holds the bowl as if praising Old Gods across our universe Elixir jets past teeth that resemble those of an infant Creamy white substance settles in the bowl It seems the result of melted moons
I do as I have done since first moving into this cursed place I drink the ghostly elixir without any extrinsic cause He flashes blood-stained teeth and hobbles away Instantly, my eyes brighten and my skin tightens
My name has long been struck from history as well My purpose remains free of doubt or suspicion I return to bed in morbid anticipation Drifting into madness, I fall asleep
A fierce tug awakens me from drunken stupor My sheets tumble off the edge of the bed He’s come, once again, for his meal
loosely based on personal events Alveus roughly means "teapot" in Latin