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Vampire.

Past, present, future.

My name is Johannes von Death.

Tis an old very Dutch name, for a very old Dutch man,

if indeed the term man still applies to something like me.

Many centuries have come and gone since I last tasted bread, or walked in the light

of day, or took note of any new wrinkle or white hair upon my personage.

But though I have travelled far and experienced much, I would still consider myself a man of faith. And frankly,

to call myself a vampire of faith, well, that just sounds ridiculous. I have encountered many

religions in my long travels, those who proudly called themselves Catholics or Protestants,

Sunnis or Shiites, Buddhists or

Taoists, or worshippers of trees of their ancestors, or distant nebulae.

But regardless of any such claims of devotion, I can usually ascertain the actual object of

a person's worship.

You see, what someone craves and values most in life, that is their true religion.

For many it is wealth, for others, it is land or titles, fame or beauty, or even human

companionship of some sort or other, the laughter of children in their home, the comfort of a spouse at their side,

or a whore tied up on a bed, ready for desecration.

I practice a different religion.

The God I worship is time.

Time used to be my master, until I made it my slave. And when one enslaves the very

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