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It was a difficult time, living in the LIttle
Carpathians during the 16th century. To this day I do not know why I stuck around for as long as I did. I suppose I was looking
for some sense of excitment, and nothing could provide that more than battle and impending invasian. I was known then simply
as Sophia, and began working for the Countess Bathory as a governess for her two oldest daughters in order to get closer to
the Bathory family and their overall wealth. I didnt care much for these children, they were short tempered and entitled,
but I found my happiness with the countess. Even though she was human and had no need for it, she found great joy in the more
sinister acts. We spent countless nights draining young and naive women, while she took the blame. She wanted desperatly for
the transformation, and I kept whispering promises into her ear but never had plans to complete them. She became engraged
as she grew older and I stayed beautiful with youth, and demaned that she be given the "curse" as I so lovingly called it
at that time. I refused. Her killing intensified and she started to not only mutilate these women, but abused them carnally
as well. Normally I would have enjoyed such acts, but she took it even farther than I was comfortable in such large amounts.
I found comfort with a charismatic man of the name Antol. He was strong, caring, and
a demon. He didnt have much to say on most occasions, but there wasnt a lot of talking going on between us anyways. I became
pregnant with my fourty third child with this man, the only one to survive infancy. It was a beautiful boy who was just like
his father. Headstrong, curious, and even vengeful when he didnt get his way, but I adored him and he did me. It hurts me
that I cannot remember his name now. I do remember his blonde hair, full lips, and those bright green eyes.
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I didnt realize it at the time, perhaps
I was blinded by the love I felt for my child, but Elisabeth became rageful because I hadnt kept my promise towards her. She
began killing without covering her tracks, enjoying leaving bodies for others to see and forcing her servants to clean up
after her tortures. Naturally, the rumors spread outside the castles walls and soon she was being arrested. Unfortunatly,
she wasnt going easily. She told them that myself and three other women were involved, and sent them after us in an attempt
to free herself. Antol showed up at our house after being gone for several weeks, an occurance that wasnt unusual. But he
wasnt alone, and that wasnt typical. There were dozens of men, no..demons, with him. And they were there for me. They werent
going to send me to a trail, or have me hung in public display... in their minds they were saving me.
I was lying on the ground in a huddled pile, broken and beaten. I could feel my
face and hands swelling from fighting back, my legs I couldnt feel at all. I tasted blood in my mouth, and for the first time
It didnt excite me, because I was watching my little boy being carried away. His arms were outstretched towards me as he screamed
for me, begged me to fight for him. But there was no fight left in me. I couldnt move, I could speak anymore...all I could
do was watch the most precious part of my life dissappear. He was walking away like we never had a life together at all. That
we hadnt created this amazing child, this miracle. That was the moment that I felt the numbness sink in like an ink
spill in a water glass. It stretched and swirled, consumed my stomach and then my heart. There was nothing left after that.
Who I was, was no longer.
Can I Stay sane inside insanity?
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