Unfortunately, due to complications, the last addition to House of The Forsaken has had to be removed/'booted' from the Family.
"Sakuro Takahashi", otherwise known as Raymond Burgart is this said former member.
Frankly, I take absolutely no pleasure in making something known in this way, but I do not take kindly to being lied to, nor to having my family - be they through the House or by blood - lied to, and having both myself and my Brother drawn into it.
This being said, though I hate to say and do things in such a way, "Sakuro Takahashi" is no longer a member of my House, nor is he allowed to re-enter HTF.
I am sorry about this, but to be blunt, I have no time for bullshit, when just being associated with the bullshit makes it that much harder for me to do what I have long been trying to do, in actually assemble the Physical House.
It is about damn time... I've finally come across a place in "Music City", that is actually 'Haunted'. After practically scouring the city, day-in and day-out, and finding only my temporary place of residence is 'Slightly" haunted, I have to say, it is about time. So many places in Nashville, TN, that the puyblic believe are "haunted", yet are nothing but a joke - as yes, I should know - apart from a very few...
And yet, apparently more people in this city now know what I am than I thought. Apparently, one person assumed I was in "costume", and another looks at me and says something completely different.
I am now beginning to wonder just how long it will be before even the residents of Nashville decide to attempt driving me out of this place. Being 'born of true darkness' really does have an odd disadvantage.
Just another day closer to the Blood Moon, an old and potent force to come with it, and another day that seems absolutely pointless to me. I just wish to sleep the months away, day-by-day, until it is time to wake again. The biggest problem being that, evidently, too many people always seem to be in need of my presence and help, for some idiotic reason. The only advantage to the idea would be that at least others would know I'm relatively 'safe', per say... as though I am not, already. And yet, some still seem utterly convinced that I am needed around, to either keep them safe or for my own "safety". Their reasoning is beyond my comprehension.
All that I know is that though the fact remains that my love is still 'there', U still feel alone, being the only one of any I know, unable to reach out and touch the one I love. I envy those around me for such a notion. And I envy them for much more than just that... the fact that they even feel as they do... I cannot feel it. The curse of being empathic. I feel so much of the emotions of others around me that I don't know what it's like to feel anything of my own, beyond the constant sorrow.
Though likely a hollow hope, I only do hope that the Blood Moon brings me new hope that my 'prayers' may, somehow be answered. Though what those prayers are, I will leave unsaid, for now.
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18:12 Oct 20 2014
Sorry for the loss but hoping that your house will only have stronger bonds in the future