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The Sabbat
I tried to hide it from everyone at first that I
joined the Sabbat and was living their ways. I knew from the moment I
joined them that I walked the path of Lilith until my husband found out
that I fell into their hands and left me.
This kind of shocked me, cause I thought he loved me. But today I know
that he did what was best for him to survive or for him to not plain out
kill me. As he warned me of this several times. Though today I also
know, it probably would have been best if he had killed me just to spare
me of what was eventually to come.
Though again back then, I did not care, I could not care as my
soul grew even darker because I felt betrayed. It was always the others
fault, never mine.
The Sabbat at this point had me so brainwashed, that I just grasped at
the straw of becoming their Archbishop which they held my way. All in
the name of gaining power. Leaving those behind who once cared for me,
unable to see how they all turned their backs on me, just ready to feed
me to the lions as soon as the time was right. Those who were once my
friends, allies and contacts suddenly became my enemies and those who
were my enemies before suddenly became my friends as my priorities
changed.
It came to the point that I sold out my own daughter, to prove how loyal
I was to the Sabbat. I who once swore I will not let anyone embrace my
daughter unless my daughter really wanted it, seeing how I was not given
that choice, gave way to a Kindred of the Clan Baali who also belonged
to the Sabbat, to go ahead and embrace her without her permission.
Today I'm glad that my Son disowned me, who knows what I would have done
with him. At least he and my husband escaped the wrath I would have had
in store for them, as I did not know where they were. We could have had
a feast and could have started a war with the stinking dogs!
Surely they were hiding out somewhere...fuckers!
My heart was filled with so much darkness, anger and
hatred that I would not even have flinched if Caine himself would have
suddenly stood in front of me. The coldness that entrapped me just did
not let me think straight and reasonable to let me wake from this
nightmare. And there was no one who even tried to stop me as the years
went on with me tyrannizing the whole region. By now I'm sure the
Camarilla knew that the north of France had fallen into the hands of the
Sabbat. Something that did not sit well, though all these
years due to how powerful I had grown, I think they hesitated to come
and face me down. Though here is the thing. Thinking just because they
hesitated, that they would not come for me eventually, was my biggest
mistake. I should have known better, but as said before, I thought
myself invincible and heeding the warnings prior, from those who once
cared, was out of the question.
I did not realize how alone I actually was, until the
night came, when the Camarilla claimed back what once was theirs and this
time, they were prepared as they knew who and what they were actually
dealing with.
 
 
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