Diary (Vaults of madness)
Original media : TES Online
By Anonymous
This torment is endless. Every day I perform the same tasks of depositing the soulless husks into the depths of Oblivion. I fear I am losing myself as time passes. I dearly hope I won't become one of the shriven. I hunger, and I can't be sated.
They keep coming. More and more of the soulless ones are drained. I feel the pangs of hunger upon me. Perhaps these husks are my answer.
I see the eyes looking at me. They are dead, soulless, but I still crave them. Help me.
I've lost track of the days. There are so many soulless here. Like a feast. A feast for me. |
