Story of it all
I was once just another man, living my life like every other John Doe in society. Now, the very mention of my name has the ability to strike fear into the bravest of men. Whenever I arrive, the fear and panic of everyone present is palpable and electric. These emotions used to cause me great pain and suffering, but that can never compare to the suffering caused by my Master when I try to deny my namesake.
I was once a simple man, living in an apartment with my brother. Now, my name brings hope to the hopeless. I have the ability to heal, even those who are hurt in their minds. This power has been granted to me, by my reverence and faith to my True Master, who does not cause me pain.
Who am I, that I cause so much fear in men? What horrible transformation must I have gone through to cause many to run in fear at my approach? The truth is; I have done nothing that has not been done before. I have a simple job, that is required for life to function, yet I am greeted by hate and revulsion. I strengthen those who are affected by me, yet those people are the ones who hate me the most.
I am Decessus
Who am I, that I cause hope and forgiveness? What transformation have I gone through to cause many to weep at my approach? The truth is, I have done nothing that has not been done before. I have a simple job, which is required, and I am welcomed and appreciated for it. I strengthen those who are affected by me, and those people are those who love me most.
I am Aevum
These years of pain and misery have caused me to harden my heart against the pleas of those I must touch. I have been forced to shut out those cries of fear and desperation, before they made me mad beyond belief. The only thing that keeps me moving in this pained existence is the fear of the pain that my Master will cause me if I should fail him.
These years of love and joy have caused me to open my heart to the pleas of those in true need, those who I must touch. I have been forced to open my mind and heart to the cries of pain that I must minister to, so that I can better continue my task. The thing that truly keeps me moving is the true love showered onto me by my True Master.
Whenever I must touch a man, I must first strip that man. I must strip him of his very life, his every memory, except those of his Good Deeds. I commit this intellectual and emotional rape in order to keep my own sanity, and to lighten the burden of the man I have touched.
Whenever I must touch a man, I must strip that man. I must strip him of his hurts, and all of his emotional memories of pain, except those placed to strengthen him. I commit this intellectual and emotional healing, in order to better complete my job, and to release the load of the man I have touched.
I have retained many memories throughout my long career, some delightful, and just as many which cause me pain to this day. I remember with fondness the time when I was able to touch a man in front of a crowd. This man was apparently important, judging by the number of people present to hear his speech, and the mass made it all the better for me. I was able to simply walk out of the crowd, and up to this man, place my hand on his chest, and walk back into the anonymity of the crowd. Within five minutes, the emotions of the crowd were running rampant, from those who were secretly overjoyed, to those whose illusions of safety were shattered beyond repair. This mix was interesting, but the thing that excited me most, was the fear tantamount to all, something which I had come to expect from my touch, especially in that massive crowd. There was only one small discrepancy with that crowd, and that was localized to a random area in the middle. It was only a small thing, so it's really not worth mentioning.
I have kept many memories throughout my career in my namesake, some beautiful, yet as many which have hurt me and pain me to this day. I remember with pain the time when I was walking through a crowd, at a huge speech, when I caught sight of my brother walking with purpose towards the speaker. I saw him reach out and touch the man, and yet I was too far away from that man to do anything about it. As all else had failed, the only thing I could do was to scream out my brother's name. I did the least that I could in that situation, and brought my touch to those who were within my reach.
Coupled with this joyous memory, there is one particular memory that, even though it occurred almost 85 years ago, I can never seem to forget. My task that day had been to simply touch some poor farmer in Guatemala, no big deal. Unfortunately, as I approached the man across the field he was working, he suddenly looked up from his toil, stared directly at me for a moment, then proceeded to bolt for his house. This both confused and angered me, as it had never occurred before, and it complicated matters needlessly.
I figured that this poor man had somehow felt my approach, and had run to warn his family about me. This excited me a little, as it meant that the whole family's emotions would be involved, and I headed for the house. I was extremely surprised to feel not fear, but an aura of calmness surrounding the house, something that made me uneasy for its unusualness. I decided to ignore the feeling, and pressed onwards, where I found that the fool had gathered his whole family, something that would only make matters harder on his family. I almost felt sorry for them, but I had a job to do, so I approached the man I was to touch.
Roughly 85 years ago, I was able to bring my touch to the life of a poor farmer in Guatemala, as my Master had commanded me to do. I was approaching his house through the field, when I suddenly caught sight of my brother approaching the man I was to touch. I panicked and gave the man the ability to see my brother and I, and then hid myself from my brother's view. I ran to the man in his house, and watched as he gathered his family for a time of prayer, then I was told to protect this man from the touch of my brother.
Suddenly, I felt a burning hand grab my wrist, inches from the man's head, stopping me from completing my task. This angered me to no extent, yet when I tried again, I found my whole body immobilized against my will. I was then surprised to see my twin brother Aevum, holding me back from my task. I was confused and asked him the meaning of this intrusion, and he simply told me that his Master had intervened on behalf of this man, and that he was under Aevum's protection, and I was to leave him be for that day. Knowing that his Master was the true Master, I respected his decision and left the man to his family.
Thankfully, I was able to stop my brother in time to save this farmer's family from the pain and suffering he would have had to go through had my brother been able to touch him. It is for these small things that I am able to continue on in my duty. It is these times when I am appreciated that I see the power of my True Master in man. It is through these experiences that I am able to work through my namesake and nature to further my Master.
These memories of mine seem backwards, for my joys and my angers are different from man. Through these feelings I show my true nature, I show that my transformation changed more than my name and my appearance, it also changed my very nature, turning me into my namesake.
I am Aevum...I am Life
I am Decessus...I am Death