I've Done the Unthinkable

 

 

Reader, this is my open confession and testament to the atrocities I have created. Please witness my sins as I lay them before you and pass thine wrathful judgement upon me. 

Allow yourself to follow my words as I so freely write them. Any chance for which you can understand, or attempt to understand my reasons I pray will lead to mercy. 

As I lied awake, fevered and alone, the unrelenting 'caw, caw caw' echoed through my head as if I were in some damnable chamber of torture, orchestrated by the king of torture, the unholy. The pain from which I felt was akin to sensations I have only felt twice before. Firstly, when my mentor, oh whom would strike with a wooden bludgeon, rapped repeated my skull for the crime of mine own impotency, surely worsened by the fear of more rappings. Secondly, from a great drop, a drop I fell whilst drunkenly towering atop the parapet of some twenty meters from the ground. This context may appear frivolous, but I beg you keep it remembered. 

For, Reader, as that caw caw cawing continued cacophonously, convulsions and cramps created complete cranial AGONY! What sadist would allow for a torment so thorough, for a mind so fortified and fit as mine to be wrought and rended into some conduit for malfeasance. Woe! 

I took to my workshop and felt as a man of Prague, breathing life into my golems. In the stead of godly word, I engraved mine own name upon their skulls. Aye, it was me who poured malcontent into the hearts of my creations, malcontent for the crows; each appendage was designed for their destruction. Every hand meant for ripping, every strong booted foot meant for crushing, each little mind sculpted for a single purpose: the ultimate demise of the wretched. 

The crows were cunning, aye, but I more cunning. The crows were plentiful in number, but my golems more plentiful still. With nets we captured them, with poison we poisoned them, and in mass graves we interred them. With wrathful glee we buried, my dreaded hoard and I. Feast we did on their corpses and wine we drank atop their graves. 

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-Jacob