The Book of Voltaire 5 VOLUMED BUNDLE

Book I - Chapter 11

Chapter 11 – A New Reality of The Moon's Illusion

Prince Alukarde, is what they call me now... it came from an alias they gave me on the internet as the inverted name of e-Dracula. Alukarde!

To mention my cousin Cristian, he used to be a Priest. The fact that when he got so drunk the psychedelic effects of alcohol made him see things that he's not supposed to. Such as seeing the demon of myself. That night of the full moon, the moon was shining upon the greyed earth after the sun's sunk under the ocean to rest for the moon to take over its side, its beaming light unto the surface made my cousin Cristian's mind moonstruck turning him into a lunatic or maybe he was no lunatic but for his Sakristan's instincts saw the demon of I. He started trying to exorcise me by saying the words "Rebuke" "Cast out" and other exorcist words. I was about to gnarl like an actual demon at him but I controlled my tamed beast for that long moment until he went home. Then once he was gone, I went to take a bath and gnarled at the moon like the devil himself, the howl of the dragon Leviathan!

It was the type of gnarl every human would experience once in a red moon, perhaps something they would hear during the battle of God's bowl of anger, the apocalypse itself.

I howled like a demon so loud the neighborhood started to shut their devices that cause trashy Filipino rap music and their chattering teeth of lack of common sense. After my cousin, Cristian heard that from a mile away, I heard him praying in his mind. He was praying for me, no don't pray for me, I don't need to be saved, for the Devil I ain't afraid. For He can't do anything he has already done to me!

I tracked his mind where he was going and saw through his eyes. He went back to the church where he was trained as a priest and wanted to train again. Part of him wants to kill me, part of him just wants to save me from my demonism. Part of him loves me as a little cousin like his own son, part of him wants to stake my heart, behead me, and set my entire body on fire while chanting Latin spells. Later that night my father and I were about to watch Bram Stoker's Dracula again for the millionth time for both of us to enjoy the film together most of the time but he wasn't interested in the Netflix series version of it. He was familiar with the actors in the old film Dracula such as Johnathan Harker as Keanu Reeves, which is his favorite actor, then I was surprised that this English Nobleman is actually Keanu Reeves, but in his younger days as one of his first main character centered movies. He knows all of the real names of each actor in the movie. He recognizes the faces. For me, my favorite character there was Renfield as he said "God wouldn't damn a lunatic soul". I have Dracula's intelligence and love style, whilst the madness and human compassion of Renfield. For there are 2 people in this body. I am the lunatic eating nothing but small things that contain blood and life just to sustain my blood lust, and Fear which he comes by many names that keep me imprisoned in my own mind and takes over my body to do such evil deeds for his own gains. Deep inside I am confused as to who I truly am if I am evil or good. All I know is that I serve the cross yet I am afraid of it thanks to the trauma I had with it. The sign of the cross has something that I do not have. Its grace... and I fell from it a long time ago. Thanks to the traumatic pasts I had in my life as a child which I no longer remember, the cross makes me remember them. It's psychological post-trauma. I served the church in my entire childhood and moved on away from it. But still, even if I am a man of evil, I am just misunderstood, I still seek my God. I know He has forsaken me and I know he will never let me enter Heaven in my undeath as an immortal, for my soul belongs in the lowest bottomless pit of the infernal flames of forever darkness, I still pray to him, secretly worship him, love him, thanking him for the little good things I've enjoyed each day. I secretly pray to him, unlike those Catholics and Christians who pray in front of the streets just to prove their loyalty to God. Just like the son of God said "Pray into the public streets, people will praise you that will be already your reward, but I tell you this my child, do pray alone in your room and you will be rewarded secretly by my Father." Yet I have no rewards, only punishment, regardless of the undeserving punishments and all the sorrow and grief I feel all my life every second of the rest of my nights, I do not care, I still pray to him, look up to him, do not ask for help but rather thank for everything he's done for me. I worship him. That is what makes even the most abominable looking demons a "HUMAN". Unlike the HUMANS we call nowadays just sheep in wolf's clothing in a large pack we call SOCIETY. In their hierarchy. But I am a Sheep but in Wolf's clothing... now you see the contradiction here? Do you see it? It is the mentality of the inferiority and superiority complex of all humans, even monsters like myself.