Young master Stephen Atherton is undoubtedly the fiend known as blackhand. I fear it is by my own doing that he suffers so, however I too suffer his curse. I have sought to gain entry into his mind and have become a fiend myself, nevertheless it is a necessity for survival. He has yet to reach his thirteenth year and already he is able to keep me at bay. Such strength! I must secure it for myself lest I be lost within this ethereal prison within him.
Oh the foolishness of man, attempting to attain the power of God through the science of man. Attempting to achieve the Magnum Opus, the recreation of the long sought elixir of life, Adam’s God given jewel – the philosophers stone. Yet despite human failings we accomplished this magnificent feat at the cost of our souls, now encased within the lad’s chest and the embedded vermilion gem. My soulless body hoped to regain a semblance of itself in the boy, only for the alchemic residue bonding body to soul to stone, transformed anatomy to impalpable membrane. ‘Tis how I was bound to the boy, my body fettered to the entirety of his hand and arm, and how he attained the varmint title; blackhand.
Oh this sublime insubstantial existence. How long shall I endure? How long before he slips so I may ascertain myself in his consciousness. Shall I wait for his innocence to pass? Perhaps I ought to devour this purity for my own? What am I becoming? What shall I become? Oh Lord deliver me from this bondage, from this juvenile subjugation – I fear the day I truly become… a malady.
The past haunts us all. The future holds consequences for something we did in our past.
If you’re not aware, I’m working on a Steampunk horror novel set in the 1800s and I’m struggling with the language. My best friends Dictionary and Thesaurus have been helping me try capture the language and I think I’ve done well. This is not part of the novel but a recollection of the past that I don’t focus on in the novel itself.
What are your thoughts?
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