The Diaries 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 murder.
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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