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Caesar has his due, yet even Caesar is but king among Men. - Page 17 (VtR)

Seeing that Christ was dead, the soldiers did not break his legs. One of the soldiers, however, pierced his side with a spear, and blood and water flowed out. A Drop of Christ's blood fell upon the Soldier's lips, and he wiped it away with his hand. Yet the next day, he slept past the sunrise, and roused from his slumber only at nightfall. And after tasting Christ's blood, he thirsted for more. I know. I know because I am that soldier. - Page 19 (VtR)

One: That though you are Damned, your Damnation has purpose. It is the will of God that you are what you are, and the will of God is that the Damned exist to show the evils of turning from Him. The evil become Damned; God has taken those worthy of His love to His own side.

Two: That what you once were is not what you now are. As a mortal is a sheep, so are the Damned as wolves among them. That role is defined by nature — wolves feed on their prey, but they are not cruel to them. The role of predator is natural, even if the predator himself is not.

Three: That an ordained hierarchy exists. As man is above beasts, so are the Damned above men. Our numbers are fewer so that our purpose is better effected.

Four: That with the power of Damnation comes limitation. The Damned hide among those who still enjoy God’s love, making themselves known only to exemplify fear. The Damned shall make none of their own, for such is a judgment of soul that is the purview only of God. The Damned shall suffer yet more should they slay a fellow to take his soul from him.

Five: That our bodies are not our own. Our purpose is to serve, and when we stray from that purpose, we are to be chastened. The light of the son excoriates; the flames of a fire purify fleshly evil. The taste of all sustenance other than Vitae are as ash upon the tongue. - Page 58 (VtR)

Teach your progeny to heed my word, and tell them to likewise teach their own. When my line can no longer contain the blood it spills — the night the broods of your broods can no longer hear their brothers’ hearts blood cry unto them from the ground — that is the night when all hope for you is lost. - Page 77-78 (VtR)

The Blood of Christ gave sight to my blind eyes. Though Octavian left my tongue and pulled my teeth, I still bade him to abandon his idols. I have been buried and returned, I have been stricken down yet returned to my feet. If these are not miracles, what are they? Yet if they are miracles, why does the Lord grant them to me, a vessel of sin? - Page 69 (VtR)

As Christ had his Golgotha, so do I have mine: Night and hunger and the voice of the adversary tempting me toward greater evils. These are the mount on which I swell, the walls of the house in which I sleep. - Page 231 (VtR)

I am God's holy monster, the drinker of mankind.

For so long, I could not see the role I would play, because I looked for it with human, mortal eyes. So I put forth the truth in these pages, for you who seek as I have sought. I am not some godless beast who stalks beneath the dark grandeur of sanctity. I am the grandeur. I am Sanctified. - Back Cover (LS)

It was then that I came upon that dark monastery and did secretly look on the monks inside. They who were meant to be servants of the Lord, who had sworn themselves to service for years numbering only as long as a man would live, had grown doubtful and idle and within them found sin.

So were they shown that the fearsome hunger of Death might creep out of the night and bite through claims of piety. So they were all bled and slain and devoured by the lion of the lord.

All save one. - Page 49 (LS)

Though they slept and hunted and fed in the streets of the city, I saw that they were truly like wild animals.

The Damned who stalked within the walls snarled and behaved like predatory beasts, but they had no thoughts left above it all. They thirsted without purpose.

I had hoped I might find kindred spirits among that lot, but how could I know what to tell them until I heard to tell myself? I thirsted for purpose. - Page 95 (LS)

The mandate and the mission is in the Blood. I saw the proof of my power over the mortal sheep and the hungry wolves had been stirred into the cistern of my heart. That is the miraculous mixture that raises the Predator above the Prey.

Blood burns like oil and thunders like a storm. It stains the earth eternal as we only appear to.

I had to become its master or forever be its slave. - Page 177 (LS)