11:17 PM
Unknown Location; somewhere in New York
October 28th, 2007
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[Begin Log #90]
“This is Lu-..Quince. I am Quince now.”
The famous Incubus spoke into the camera as he sat down in front of a chair. A fresh throat scar was wide open right underneath his chin, blood still gurgling out of his mouth and dripping down his chin. Other healed scars persisted his body from the rest of his throat downwards, the injuries ranging from cuts to bites to even stab wounds.
“It’s Day 1..officially..of being on Earth. I don’t know where I am specifically, but..I’ve been told it’s referred to as..New York..or something along those lines.” Quince states, sighing. “..I still remember what I did vividly..for now, at least. I think I can even taste the blood still. The warmth of it, anyway.” He looks off to the side as if checking for something off-camera before looking right back at it. “Someone saved me, thankfully, but..the save wasn’t exactly made in full helpfulness. I think..no, I knew..that this guy was playing games with me. And yet..I took his offer. The Deal is done. I am beyond my own former physicality, but..it comes at a price..”
He suddenly paused, his face remaining deadpan the entire time. Lightning up the cigarette in his mouth, he takes a deep breath and inhales the smoke before exhaling, feeling some of said smoke exhaling from his open wound. “But..it’s not all bad. Someone here on Earth saved me. Took me in. Lucas, I think his name is..” He chuckled in thought, the faintest of a blush forming onto his cheeks as he continues. “He’s..so..beautiful. Cadmean, he’s perfect. I-..” He trailed off and paused again, the blush quickly fading as fast as it had appeared. “..I want to-..I wish to love him, but..I don’t want to hurt him. I just want to feel his warm skin press against me and hear him say how much he cares. I want him to be something I can actually KEEP, and yet..” He trails off again, hugging himself and sighing after a few long seconds of silence. “And yet..he’s a Lord, or..some kind of Leader, I assume. I’m just an Incubus now. Plus I doubt he’ll return the love after I tell him what I did. He only knows the aftermath and my near-Execution, but otherwise..he doesn’t know what I did. And if he did..he would no longer love me..”
Silence filled the room for what felt like ages as Quince takes another hit of his cigarette while letting himself go from the self-hug. His tail sways its tip in though, a quietly haunting rattle escaping it.
“..So unless I know he’s safe..I’ll never tell him the full thing.” He finally spoke, looking off again. “That’s the only way to keep us both safe. I-..I think I have feelings for him that’ll remain..unrequited..for now. But that’s okay, I guess. He’ll never get hurt that way. And so long as I play my cards right, I-..I think I’ll eventually make it on my own again..”
He fell silent again, putting out the cigarette using his left palm and burning himself in the process. He stares back at the camera on last time.
“I-..I think that’s it. I guess I’ll..do this again, maybe..”
Quince shuts off the camera as everything goes black.
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[End Log #90]
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