Aujiella 15th, 21h13
This is Werdum Clauss, again.
Hello, to the next mule who will fall on this letter that is.
I don't know how many letters I have written. The process remains the same. The process relaxes, calms down, eases for what, a couple minutes? I constantly write down everything in a consistent manner. If not, I fucking lose it.
The more I write, the better my skin regenerates, the more my braincells regenerates, the more I can think, the more I can sleep. Oh my days, sleep! I think I slept like 48 hours in one shot yesterday. Writing helps me function! I can have a smidge of a conversation with people! I can smile, like that monster from, fucking hell, a long time ago now! Isn't that amazing!?
Okay here's the thing. I might SOUND like I have fun, but I am going through a life crisis. I can't say quarter-life crisis, nor mid-life crisis, and to be honest, I forgot my age! For simplicity, I'll just state I am having a "beyond life-crisis"!
In my last hunt, I fall on some random cloaked bastards. Real narcissist type of cunts. All in white, with strange dark gray motifs and golden marks on their stuff, couldn't discern them properly. They were powerful, powerful enough that I had to lose my sanity to kill them. When I calmed down (which took a long time and a lot of writing by the way) I was able to sniff out info out of their corpses and fell on a campsite… with more of the same bastards! I'm not even trying to be funny here, they were all the same, so I killed more of em'. Nice and easy right?
Well, I let one live so I could force him, or her I couldn't tell their gender by the massive ass cloak that looks like a snuggy, to explain to me some information about this world.
I forgot most of it, not by choice, because my brain has been focusing on ONE information for the last few days. I had to assimilate a nice little fact that may or may not just send me on the verge of tears.
We are in the 825th year of the legion.
I'm going to repeat this number until you understand.
WE ARE IN THE YEAR 825!
WE ARE IN THE YEAR 825!
ARE. IN EIGHT HUNDREAD TWENTY FUCKING FIVE!!!!
Okay, I don't think you get it still, you mut! Let me tell you something!
Last time I checked those events in Contraband happened around year 600, maybe end of 500. So, I am supposed to believe that I have lasted 200 years, two hundred lousy, chaotic years unparalleled by the sheer amount of suffering and mental dissonance I had to endure subconsciously for what felt like eternity until I could recuperate with a random note that fell in TWO HUNDRED YEARS IN THE FUTURE!
So I'm still in this fucking pit!
I'm still in this garbage can of a fucking pit, but my friends, my comrades, the last survivors, all had the chance to fade to dust and die! Not me baby! I get to suffer more! I get to fight bastards after bastards, day by day, more and more like a never-ending cycle! I get to lose my insanity EVERY SINGLE DAY, FORCING MYSELF TO LIVE IN THIS NIGHTMARE!?
Fuck. That.
Absolutely, fuck no. I refuse!
I will not let this be the fucking end of me you understand!? Samael Daigo, or whoever replaced this son of a whore in the last 200 years, I will catch you and I'll make you pay!
WATCH ME!
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Aujiella 16th, 9h13
Werdum Clauss.
Decided to look for a way out of here. Also, keep on writing. I decided. After the last letter I just. I feel bizarre. Maybe apathy. Maybe grief. Most probably both.
Sometimes the world changes in a flash.
It was an event so catastrophic. People died by the millions. Once an iconic land, reduced to rubbles. Now, hundreds of years later, people are stomping on those rubbles. They are building tribes like it's the start of a new era again. Wouldn't be surprised if some began a new calendar here. But it is the 825th year of the legion. At least some people still believe in the legion.
We lost the fight to Dr. Samael Daigo. And for his terrible actions, what did he become? What was his punishment? Certainly, for a mad man like him, it was worth it to watch Contraband being reduced to a no man's land. Well, it ain't so much "no man" as it is "beyond". Beyond.
I need a rest.
Do you know how long two hundred years are?
I don't know either.
I am not able to lay on my grave and sleep yet. I got a few things to locate. My mother's house. Gotta figure out where her house is.
W.C
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Aujiella 18th, 17h01
Werdum again.
I thought about it.
I am living forever. I am immortal.
I cannot die, of old age at least. If I get stabbed, I'll probably die like the rest of them. My survival instincts had two centuries to train and acute itself however, so pretty sure dying from blood loss is going to be quite the challenge.
Fear and compassion? Those two perished, buried somewhere here. Hell, I don't even know how I look like. I'm maybe the reincarnation of death, for all I know.
It's either I burn this world to the ground until I find the Daigo successor and crush him, or I find the one who kills me, and it ends…
I wish. Both endings sound satisfying.
From what I can gather, this place enhances my immortality's potential. That's why I'll never see my hair turn grey, keep the same physique, and breathe the same air.
A man with nothing to gain, but nothing to lose either.
I lost my soul a long time ago.
I am no more.
I am no one, a lifeless wanderer, wandering this world aimlessly, with a power that just doesn't suite me.
Mother used to say that journaling was a "gateway to the heart", a way to ease the soul.
Mom, I love you, but that is so stupid. I have no soul. There's no way, no path to something that don't exist. Unless these notes ARE my soul. Then that's slightly more bearable, I guess.
And I know you don't wanna see your boy being such a heartless monster. Forgive me mother. We'll gladly talk about it, and I'll gladly repent in the afterlife, if it means I can see your face one more time. For now, it's either me, or the Daigos.
Let's see who dies first, shall we?
W.C
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Specimen name: Werdum Clauss
Location: Unknown
Abilities: Immortality
Number of people killed: Over two thousand people
Threat level: High-Top Caliber
Comment on subject: THE LAST NOTE WE COULD FIND OF THIS MAN.
WERDUM CLAUSS.
HE CLEARLY LOST IT.
NOW HE'S SPEAKING OF HUNTING THE DAIGO FAMILY, WHICH IS ALARMING FOR US. WE GOT CARRIED AWAY BY OUR RESEARCH IN THE OTHER PLANET. AGENT SIERRAH ESPECIALLY NEEDS A REMINDER OF WHY WE'VE GONE THROUGH SO MUCH TROUBLE. THIS IS NO TIME FOR HIS LOUSY JOKES. NOW IT'S AN EMERGENCY. BESIDES, AMY CAN HANDLE THESE BUFFONS. I WILL REPORT THIS TO THE HIGH GUARDIAN. WE NEED PRIORITIZING THE COFFINING OF WERDUM CLAUSS.
THIS IS THE LAST AUTORIZED COMMENTARY.
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