The first of the month.

I did not find Wrath. Wrath found me. It needed a candidate to release himself. I took It in.

It was a pitiful thing. Small, weak. It needed a body to exact its cause. And It found me.

I call it Wrath. It calls Itself Ira.

I believe Ira is a she.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

For now, we share the body. I take control. I can feel her in my mind. When I sleep... I see her shadow.

She tells me the story of the her Sisters.

She is most interested in the one known as Superbia; Pride. Revenge is what she craves. She continues on about Superbia. I fear that if we ever meet Her holder, I won't be able to control Ira. She talks of the others also. My main interest is Avaratia, but Ira has very little interest in her. I cannot bank on Wrath's help.

I chose Greed as a natural addition simply because I felt Avaratia would see us as a useful foothold against Superbia. Greed is powerful, but not strong enough to take Superbia.

She will fall. Mark my words. With my help, she will fall.

When I have destroyed Pride, only Envy will only remain.

It's the 26th.

Its a full moon.

today... is a black day.

I didn't ask for this shit. It comes with being who I am. No... thats wrong. It comes with being who she is. Or what she was, whatever she is now.

I met people, and we banded together under a name. We were strange people. We still are.

I was dangerous. I was casted out.

Fuck them. I want revenge. I was torn from everything I felt was important. They took away who I was.

And now, here I am, as I am. I've changed. New things are happening. Or they were. I needed something. Something from her.

From her. She had already taken everything from me, and I needed one thing.

What else can you ask for from a vampire?

She rejected me. She feared me. She didn't need me. Meanwhile, the group was being torn up by the rejection and fear. I was the mediator between the two major parties within the group. When they bumped me off, and cast me out, they lost the support that held it all together.

Now they can't trust eachother. But did they even ever trust eachother?

Probably not. If they couldn't trust me with talents so small in comparison, why would they even begin to trust the other side?

Rage is my friend. Destruction is my consequence.

The world doesn't know.

Then again, they don't even know.

I'm out. I'm free. Wrath is my ally. I can't take Pride with only Wrath.

Greed shall be next.