1918 October
\nI fear that without vampires to hunt, the hunters will soon lose their means of existing, I have to find something or else I might just starve to death
\nBut that power, it\u2019s triggering me to go deeper\u2026<\/p>\n
1918 November
\nVienna, here we go again
\nI\u2019ve been traveling through all of middle Europe seeking for the source
\nAnd it led me right back here
\nTired and exhausted, I lay down on the ground, feeling that sense of strong affection
\nIt is here
\nI just don\u2019t know where
\nWe\u2019ll, I have buckets of time to search
\nAnd potentially buckets of money to facilitate my searches
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As I could find a job as a regular hunter\u2026<\/p>\n
1918 December
\nI was wrong
\nI have totally underestimated the specialty of vampire hunters, being one for too long makes you unaware of anything else than, well, vampires
\nI have lost basic sense of understandings of regular hunting
\nEven trying jobs like hitman is just impossible
\nI couldn\u2019t even realize them passing by
\nI just feel vampire
\nAnd that\u2019s all I felt
\nVienna is probably my deathbed, I couldn\u2019t leave because of that power\u2026It\u2019s like drug overdose, replacing my every need and will with this lust of power, if I step out of this city, lost of dopamine will drive me crazy, my physical body is rapidly deteriorating
\nI couldn\u2019t find a job to do because I have lost the basic abilities to communicate with normal humans, I could only record these messages now as I can still write, I don\u2019t know when I will lose my literacy.<\/p>\n
The first moon
\nUnfortunately I have lost my sense of calendar and metric time
\nWhat year it is and what month we are in doesn\u2019t really matter
\nso I will mark today\u2019s dairy as the start of a new era, as the first moon rises
\nI could only tell that a day has passed by the moon rising over again
\nironically this \u201cera\u201d won\u2019t last very long, as I am literally starving\u2026<\/p>\n
The second moon
\nHaving nothing to do, I wondered around the city streets
\nLooking at the residents of Vienna
\nThey are just\u2026normal, really, just normal
\nBut reversely, many of them gazed me with an unimaginable look
\nIs it because of my silver hair? Or my sense of Vampire hunter? Or just my hideous appearance? I haven\u2019t take a shower since I came here\u2026<\/p>\n
The third moon
\nThird time\u2019s the charm, as people say
\nYet there is not many expectations for this day\u2026
\nJust searching through the trash can behind the bakery
\nI just wonder how I ended up in this damn situation
\nWell
\nLooking back at the pages I wrote
\nI may have fallen in a trap\u2026<\/p>\n
The fourth moon
\nI definitely didn\u2019t think this through
\nI should never came here
\nMy god, what have I done?<\/p>\n
The fifth moon
\nI hate myself
\nI hate myself
\nI hate myself
\nThe only present thought in my mind
\nIs to reverse time
\nAnd maybe never be a vampire hunter ever again
\nIt\u2019s rather pity that I have forgot how to even throw my damn knife yet still remember how to spell \u201cvampire\u201d
\nIt\u2019s like I am worshiping them
\nGross<\/p>\n
The sixth moon
\nI feel like if this situation lasts another ten days
\nI will surely be dead in the water
\nReally?
\nI am sure that I\u2019ve looked through every inch of land in this city
\nYet still
\nTo no avail<\/p>\n
The seventh moon
\nGreat
\nI opened my mouth
\nAnd nothing came out!
\nIt took away my voice
\nIs it because nothing has come in since I haven\u2019t ate in a week or so?
\nDamn
\nJust take away my brain stem so I can die a quick death<\/p>\n
The eighth moon
\nI was able to locate some useful information
\nBetter record it before I forget it
\nThe power, or energy, or whatever you wish to call it
\nThe source of that energy doesn\u2019t want itself to be found
\nSo it cast a spell to distribute it evenly
\nWho would do that?
\nAs far as I know, it is rather difficult for a vampire to have magical abilities
\nI know, rather weird\u2026<\/p>\n
The ninth moon
\nI decided to set a temporary base around the bakery I used to find food pieces
\nI drew the location and surroundings into braille behind the trash can
\nSpending all day completing the project
\nI felt like I\u2019ve done something<\/p>\n
The tenth moon
\nI spent a day outside my base wondering
\nIf there are magic, there must be seals
\nAnd every magician has a unique seal
\nIf only I could find it<\/p>\n
The eleventh moon
\nI knew who it is
\nI found a seal on one of the pillars of a building
\nIt was Patchouli
\nKnowing her so long
\nI knew that like the back of my hands
\nWhy though?<\/p>\n
The twelfth moon
\nNo matter why she did this
\nI must find out fast
\nMy vision is blurry
\nI could only extinguish living beings by their vivid appearance
\nI am not going to last very long\u2026<\/p>\n
The thirteenth moon
\nDamn
\nWhat have I done\u2026<\/p>\n
The fourteenth moon
\nFantastic
\nI opened my eyes
\nAnd
\nJust darkness before my visions
\nI lost
\nThere is no way I could find out why now<\/p>\n
The fifteenth moon
\nThis day was particularly ridiculous to record since I couldn\u2019t see
\nBut I was able to tell this day passing by touching the furnace of the bakery
\nWhen it completely cools down
\nI knew the fifteenth day ended
\nI laughed
\nNothing came out
\nGreat
\nI am going to die<\/p>\n
The sixteenth moon
\nI woke up with a severe headache burning my brain
\nI painfully rolled on the ground
\nI couldn\u2019t take it anymore, My mind is telling me to get closer to that power I seek, yet I struggle to find the source of it for days
\nFood? Water? Breathing? Blood circulation? Doesn\u2019t matter\u2026I only want a fraction of that just a little more concentrated pure lust of power\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cLook at you, so powerless and pathetic\u201d
\n\u201cWho are you\u201d\u2026I opened my eyes as I crawled myself out of the garbage pile
\nYet
\nThe blackness has gone, and voices came out of my mouth
\nThat crimson wing, it struck into my eyes,
\nThat\u2019s a vampire for sure
\nFor damn sure
\nHer blue hair, blown by the wind, flaps the same rhythm as her wings
\nHer lance, scarlet, long, rather energetic
\nHer attraction, she is the power I seek, I have never been so sure in my life
\n\u201cMy name is Remilia Scarlet, quite suits my lance, doesn\u2019t it? mind following me? I have a sister to look after, come, and I will give you what you crave\u201d
\n\u201cYes, my lord\u201d
\nAs if that wasn\u2019t a vampire, I answered sincerely
\nI knew I wasn\u2019t wrong
\nI Izayoi Sakuya
\nThe Sakuya of the sixteenth moon
\nThe name given by my master to mark the sixteen days of suffering
\nHave never been so sure<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"