Naturally, Man, in common with other carnivores is motivated by an impulse to kill, and has a love of destroying life. This tendency is generally subtle, however this impulse of death and destruction exists in the young and the old, in the savage and the refined, the knowledgeable and the ignorant, in those who have never had the opportunity of gratifying it, and those who gratify it regularly. In spite of morality, religion, or laws, it can only depend on justifiable causes. This taste for blood can also coexist with more civilized feelings but this tendency exists in different degrees.
In some it is simply a manifestation of indifference to suffering, in others it appears as obvious pleasure in seeing killings, and in others again the dominance of an irresistible desire to torture and destroy. Bloody tyrants like Nero and Caligula, Alexander Borgia, Louis the XI of France, and Robespierre, whose highest enjoyment consisted in witnessing the agonies of their fellow-men. They were also full of delicate sensibilities and great refinement of taste and manner.
The cases in which bloodthirstiness and cannibalism are united with insanity are those which properly fall under the category of Lycanthropy. Lycanthropy is a disordered condition of the mind or body that may produce hallucinations in a form of Lycan like characteristics depending on the individual and instincts of that individual.
From THE BOOK OF WERE-WOLVES by SABINE BARING-GOULD
Smith, Elder & Co., London
1865

If only it could be condensed so cleanly in a neat package of clever and sophisticated diction by an expert hypothesis, it cannot. This is a story of profound relationships, falling in love, and struggling through life with plenty of blood and hate that all revolve around the moon…a new moon.
I know why that cold beautiful deadly moon hovers persistently, fifty years ago that red moon signaled the change of our world, I was there when the crimson light engulfed our world and challenged the daylight with the pure rage that pours down from the that blood light.
My name…Dominic Otagi…and I know why the red moon glows…


Red Ephemeral Moon
VOLUME ONE
AB INITIO ABSTRUSE – The Beginning of Confusion


CHAPTER ONE CASUISTRY

“Good night darling, I love you,” A young mother tucks in her child, a small girl with long wavy black hair, bright auburn eyes and honey brown skin. Her countenance is that of Cherokee descent.

“Good night Mommy, I love you too,” a gentle kiss is lain on her cheek then the mother walks toward the door but the sound of a whimper halts her footsteps.

“Mommy?” as the young girl cowers under her sunflower yellow blanket.

“Oh, sorry darling I forgot…” she smiles apologetically as the switch to a soft white night light echoes with a reassuring click that calms the child instantly.

“Good Night Adelia,” As she leaves the room Adelia lies in bed for a moment her eyes fluttering and finally shut.

Moments later there comes a sound distant at first…scratching…ever so gently over the whisper of the wind…click…however this is not the reassuring sound of a night light switch but rather a lock coming undone. The shifting of the sliding window pane and the stealthy footsteps that follow creep toward Adelia’s bed all the while light long deep breaths are disguised by the wind. Tacitly, the light sound of clacking claws on hard wood floors permeates the air flowing from wall to wall. Adelia stirs in her sleep breathing out a soft sigh until suddenly a large animalistic jaw comes down on her thin neck snapping it in half and rending the flesh from her throat. Her young blood gushes from the wound and covers the jaw line of the savage beast that tears away the bloody sheets to consume her tender flesh. The wet gnashing, tearing of her flesh and the deep gulping that follows after fills my ears. I can only see the outline of the beast as the form is illuminated by the night light. That once comforting light turned grotesquely incandescent as the blood pools beneath her body. That light that burns my eyes and strains my sanity…that damn light…

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