Daemonomicon Adeliesce, First Tome

Spirits defend me, for I have seen such darkness, that my sky is always black. In the heart of that wasting land, Noshiki, I have been tortured by the most dire of horrors. Taken as a child by the brutal cults of the Erinys, I was twisted out of my innocent form, washed over with dark magic and convinced to destroy by murderous whispers. I have killed my own people and eaten demon flesh. I live now under lock and key in the Convent of Saint Dakara’s Will, having been crippled in battle; unlike my fellow Erinys, I begged the Seraphim for mercy, pleaded the Spirits.

Mercy cannot be granted to me in full. But what could be given, I now have. My body is weighed down by heavy chains, and I am locked in a quiet, reinforced bedroom, where I can hurt no one.

The Dakarans watch me, every day. Whenever sanity begins to slip, I try to beg of them to save me. But what has been done to me cannot be reversed. Hours from now the terrors will take me again. I will lose my mind, I will give in to the voices, I will rave and thrash and try to hurt others. I will have to be restrained, sometimes given strange herbs. All that I can accomplish while lucid is to write this tome for the blessed women of Dakara. This is the only action of vengeance that I can take against the woman who destroyed me. I will reveal all of her powers and allies.

I will lay her bare. I will insure she and her ilk are known to all Seraphim, my true sisters, so that our holy protectors are best equipped to fight the war against the dark. Even if it destroys me.

This will be my compendium of their secrets. A tool of justice for all time.

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