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The Origins Of Angelus

Angelus wasn't anyone special. Some might say that he was a loser.
He did more than his share of chasing women, 
and locals claim he was very much the boozer,
but despite all of his vulnerabilities, 
there stood a champion the purest of heart.
The good was always within him. It just never seemed to get a good start.
Angelus was abused by his father. 
Conflicts arose between the two quite often.
His father saw his son as a family disgrace, 
and would not hesitate to use a whip to beat him.
"Why does my father hate me so? 
Fathers should love you no matter what.
How can I give my father what he desires, 
when it's simply something that I just haven't got?"
Thoughts like this would haunt Angelus daily, 
leaving him in a very confused place to be.
"I love him! I hate him!" Angelus would cry. "I hate him for not loving me."
One evening he was drowning his sorrows. 
Suddenly this vision of loveliness appeared.
The vixen Darla then said running her fingers through his hair,
"Such beautiful eyes should not be so filled with tears.
I too never knew the love of a father and lived my life as a whore,
searching for the love of my father in the arms of strangers, 
who cared less after they had used me once more.
I can only imagine the pain that you suffer. 
I never knew my father and perhaps it's just as well,
because seeing you here now with your father, a father who doesn't love you,
is so obviously a more painful and tormenting hell.
You have two choices before you Angelus my sweet.
End your life now and free yourself from this torment
or spend forever with me and together we'll seek, 
a new life of eternal enjoyment.
If death isn't your choice then the answer is clear.
Say the words and I'll deliver you from all of this.
Close your eyes, say the words, you have nothing to fear.
Let me give you my eternal kiss."
He gazed upon her and thought to himself, 
"This one truly must be my salvation."
"I choose you," he said as he closed his eyes,
and so began Angelus's damnation.
She sunk her fangs deep in his throat and fed on his blood.
All of his good, all of his soul, all disappear.
Angelus was reborn the most evil of evil.
He was the vampire good and evil would fear.

Copyright © Billy Thekidster

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