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Death By Touch 9
Dark One,
It has been a pleasure knowing you for the centuries that I have. I had honestly prayed that, if a day like this had ever come about, before it had, you would think of me as more than an old companion. Honestly Dark One, I have always looked up to you. I have thanked a god that I believed had left me decades before I had ever met you for willing me to be within your presence. You have been the sanity that has kept me moving. Kept me going. You were my advisor. You were there for me to lean on (hypothetically speaking, of course) when things had gotten too much for me to bear. You were my own personal guardian when I had made quite a mess of things. And as the mortals would say nowadays, you were there to bail me out of a jam. You have always been a figure of mine. A role model, the way you are so able to walk in solitude and not show the longing you so have, not even in your eyes. The only time I see that longing, the only time I saw that longing, is whenever you spoke of Miss Melarvious Myth. That is why, regardless of the price I had to pay, I created the potion for you. I knew you could care less of what anyone else thought about or wanted from you. I also knew that Miss Myth was not just anyone. She was a FRIEND. She was the only one you called your friend. Miss Myth had been a piece of your past that you had kept, held onto, and cherish with your very immortality. I knew that I could not deny either you or her, your wildest dreams. So I made the potion. I urged you out of the house, for if you knew all that was put into something so temporary, something that would only last from sunset ‘til sunrise. You would have talked me out of it. Sadly, both you and I know that it is useless to convince me otherwise, once my mind has been set. So this is my final farewell, Dark One. These are the last words that you shall hear of me. Yes, yes, I know that in the front of your mind, you are upset at my leaving this life. Though, I know that somewhere in the back of your mind you are unknowingly saying “Yes! I no longer have to decipher through that thick indistinguishable accent of his any more!” Do not deny it, Dark one. You and I both know that it is true. Laugh. My death is nothing to weep about. My death is nothing to fell pain about. My death was for a worthy cause. You. You were and are always such a worthy cause to me, Dark One. Ever since you had flailed into my home all those centuries ago and told me of your life, I knew that you were worthy of any assistance that I or any other mortal or creature could give you. I was just grateful that I was the first. That I was the only, to offer my assistance and you accept. But only after quite a bit of begging and convincing, I may say. So very happy, was I, to be needed and wanted for something. So very grateful of the respect, and the tiny bit of love, that you showed me. My father never loved me. Did you know that? Had you ever read my mind and found that out? Knowing you, you let them stay hidden. You always welcome me to my privacy and many other things my mother and father never had. I thank both you and Miss Myth for that. You two were the world’s most perfect replacements for---a deprived boy’s---parents. So I thank you. I thank both you and Miss Myth for your love. Your kindness. Your respect. Your hospitality. I thank you both so very much for all that you have done. Especially you, Dark One.
May I Live On In Your Heart and Your Memory,
Your Faithful Companion for Many Centuries,
Sir Gargilre Ferdinand Ectmech
