My name is Lilly, I have a high school diploma and a college level writing ability,

the price is 5¢ per word, this is a minimum word limit that may be exceeded in order to finish at no additional cost. Grammar is guaranteed to be at least high school acceptable.

Stories may be rewritten one time at no cost if you are unsatisfied by the authorship, you will review 1/4 of the purchase before payment and the rest will be reviewed on payment, refunds are not negotiable after payment.

Authorship example provided below set in the WOD.

Thirteen blood soaked sigils adorned as many nails in an incredibly intricate and beautiful sarcophagus, each sigil was unique and seemed to slowly shift as ages passed, the sarcophagus was made of impossibly dark wood, seeming to sink in forever, if one could manage to separate their eyes from the accursed darkness, they would find a distinctly beautiful iron trim, which held in it a mural. The iron twisted and bent into scenes of impossible accuracy, from the first murder all the way to the present day, it seemed as though the mural was truly all encompassing, and maddening, to look upon this mural was to see all history unfold at once, but most curiously, the scenes, old and new constantly shifted and changed, fortunately the view of these was brief for most, though what layed within is perhaps even worse, though more palatable, a layer of stone filled in the oblivion, it was bound in sigils of great demonic power, sigils hateful and inhumane by very nature, from fallen to kupala, the demons had all granted some share of there power to seal away whatever horror lay within.

The innermost layer seemed the most hospitable, layers upon layers of animal fur, real and imagined, mythical or physical, they cushioned something so curious that were one not truly traumatized from what they had seen previously they might have laughed, it was a man, or more accurately, a vampire, he screamed in an ancient tongue, the first language, his eyes were mad with pain and hunger, remorse and rage intercycled but his voice was always clear, like he were only speaking in different tones and adjusting a volume switch.

“Do you hear me children? Damn you, damn you all, too long have you submerged me in your pathetic beliefs and horrible curses. Too long do you deny me salvation, I will see you all burn with me, I will achieve golconda, i will rise and be destroyed by god, but not before I see you all pay for my eons of torment, i am a man and every man must die!”