I've been here in Gloryhill ever since 1995, when I decided to take my chances in this shithole.
The corruption of the city really starts to rub off on you. Just last week, I broke a man's arm. He was one of those pseudo-intellectual mouthbreathers who sticks his pinky out when he drinks.
I only regret I didn't tear it off completely.
I met these associates of mine here, and we decided to work together. This dream we've all been having... it's something macabre, that's for sure.
I'm standing besides the banks of the river that runs through Gloryhill like it's main artery - flowing past the city dump on the south, it carries the stench all the way north through the slums and out past the water treatment plant.
Gotta be a weird city that tries to purify the water going out, not coming in. All the rich folks playing King of the Hill up top a ways truck in bottled water, I guess.
Whatever - so the five of us are standing beside the river, looking down at this pretty young thing - or what's left of her. She's in pieces on the riverbank, the water carrying away her creamy filling. For once, though, we don't care about that precious Vitae we're wasting on the minnows.
Instead, we're holding her dissected body parts like some grotesque trophies. I've got her spleen, or gall-bladder, or something, I don't know - in my hands.
I look down at the girl, and see she's wearing an amulet. I drew it here.
The inscription on it says et lux in tenebris lucet cum spiritu tuo. Or, in English, and with your spirit, light shines in the darkness. Freaky, huh? The coterie and I decide to track this thing down.
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