The void of memories cry as they reveal the horrid and dreary lore of a dying, satan-worshipping family. I can't certainly remember each parts of this family odor, or the strange conduct of their devil worship.

Of course, soon this memory will die with me.

I remember this, for I had seen it myself; a horrid, wretched daemon which seizes all marvelous structures of the dull towers of the Ahbahlus Gaunts, crying and inarticulate, for here alone doth the evil daemon Gagnarotothoa doth sob in horror. And of the bygone gladness of course.

It was the second of February that my family hath given birth to young burden; a child, of whom had been given the name, Francis Licu, after my father. At least we had been told this. Francis' mother, Rosemarie Licu, was not an immediate devil-worshipper--she had only done a certain ritual to give birth to child. They lived with the old man, Martial Nestor, who was a very old man, and who began rituals daily.

we were proud of the child, and Old Man Martial even said:

"Tis' a blessin', dis' grandchild o' mine! Alas, I wish'd for a gurl', but mine own child prayed for the opposite. Welp, I cannot' fight 'er; she too strong fer' dat', and I have become weak! Young Francis, oh, hehe, tis' a blessin' ye! Lil' Francis, I pray ye be safe!".

This family, though, is not our dying family. The Jamiesons, who hailed from America, were left in poverty, and thenceforward were shunned from any academic schools for their child. This child was only seven years old, and the mother was extremely determined in her child being the next Einstein. Ha! Of course, this is indeed only a dream, I have foreseen it. I was of the other family, the Licus, whom hailed from west of Leincomtober.

My brother, Francis, was very much known by the schools, and they all competed to get Francis to get in; this was because of the family being so very luxurious, according to the other people around the area.

The Jamieson's boy loathed Francis. This child had no identified name, strangely, and had a strange...