Journal of the Marquis de Sade

To my beloved readers
To my comrades
To my soulmates

I dreamed of home when last my eyes closed. In my visions I saw Lacoste, in summer, the summer heat embracing the milky skins of the towns people in the village below my chateau, the young lovers wandering the fields abroad, my orchards within days of maturity, their fruits swelling opulently like the loins of a maiden betrothed, quivering in anticipation of her wedding night just hours ahead of her. The countryside is a golden green, not the sheer saturation of color that I know in the springtime, but more as though the vibrance has baked into the air. In the twilight the night sky would turn such a brilliant blue to shock us with a coolness we thought unreachable.

Many of you know that before I came here I was still a man imprisoned. In that time I took for granted the closeness of my cage to those things I remembered so fondly. It was not until coming here that it was a greater comfort, even back then, to know that those things were out there, though without me. They were not at so great a distance as they are now.

I share my dream with you because all of us share similar dreams. Often I am one to say that we must remember these. They are beautiful. So long as we've memory, they cannot be taken away. So long as we have integrity, they belong to us.

To our newcomers, have strength; there are trying times ahead. But you have power, and you have character. If you did not, the Admiral would not have wanted you so badly. Show them.

Know this: I and others have been here years, and we will not be conquered. Some have not been so lucky, but you are not like them. You are like us. Hold on to what makes you, you. So long as you have your mind you are always free.

Take heart, my loves. Take heart, and resist if those memories mean anything at all to you.


As always and ever faithfully,
M. de Sade

[Filtered to religious vampires or vampires that are at least not harmed by religious stuff. Yay specifics. Oh, and Gabriel. Just so he can see he was disinvited too]

I'm not commonly one to advertise these sorts of things, lovelies, but it would seem that this coming Thursday there will be some festivities of a religious nature to be held here -- in closed quarters, naturally, so as not to upset anyone who does not wish to partake. The latter reasoning is also why those of you who can read this have not been invited. Finding this to be a dire error, I would like to invite those of you of the vampiric persuasion who feel you might find some comfort from such proceedings. As I understand it, some of you are devout and should therefore not be excluded if it would be your choice to attend.

Do I have any takers? 

To my beloved readers: The worlds from which we come are imperfect. I need not tell you this. I believed myself to have seen the extent of human atrocity in my lifetime, and we come here encouraged to commit still more. To them that are newly come, this is your warning. You will be challenged. You will be abused. You will be tortured. All they want is for you to not be you. It's not just about ridding yourself of goodness. It's about a loss of integrity. It's about breaking the balance. Nature is equally infused with beings of good and evil and their similar acts.

You are what you are, and these people will endeavor to reverse that. They want your anger and your despair.

But remember that in our imperfect worlds -- worlds where suffering is very real and sometimes unimaginable -- there is also good. There are moments of deep pleasure, of warmth, of beauty, serenity, contentment -- I daresay even love. You, and your cabins, are the last vestments of those worlds. Your homes. Cherish them, and cherish yourselves, because that's what they want to take from you.

I bid you remember, and that you resist. Even a beautiful memory is worth fighting for.

Do not be afraid, my treasures. If you are not afraid, then they cannot win.

(ooc: The Marquis is an Inmate again -- and one who is almost always confined to his cell and targetted for abuse, because he's a rabble rouser. He encourages the other Inmates to keep their integrity and resist, to remember home fondly, to share their experiences. SOOO touchy feely compared to his old style, but it's about sticking it to the man, people.)

This time, I'm not the one that started it.

Time does indeed fly when one is having fun, my darlings, and having seen the front and back of so many Wardens in the last few months, I am caught somewhere between amusement and disappointment. Romana and Vida showed so much more spark and determination than the others!

But what is this? A challenger appears! Renowned criminal, darling of his impassioned proteges, Monsieur Ben Wade! I could not have written a better scenario.

I do admit that I am curious, mon ami, even after our rather mild exchange the other day. Three saints could not contain me; I am eager to see what a devil thinks he can do.

Goodness! It would seem that I named you aptly, ma chaton.

Interned among people of different times and fantastical locations. How utterly delightful. Since this place seems far too appropriate for introductions, I figured that someone needed to start the process.

So why not tell a little about yourselves? (Or whom you once were, since it appears that many of us are not meant to still be among the living.)

Come now. No one is going to bite.