Here each evening we sing haunted death-melodies which lure the living into a world of either bliss or insanity, depending upon their inner nature. Yes, I do admit to at times appearing as a horrifying apparition to those whom I have acquainted myself with in my former existence.

“Revenge?” you may ask. Of course not, for I have relinquished my mortal passions and now merely walk along the misty path of destiny, which is the road which we all in turn must follow. This mysterious trail at times carries my spirit down ghostly corridors and karmic labyrinths, where lessons of pain and violence must be taught. And now sweet readers, I must inform you, that as you read these words, the ghosts of fate are whispering that soon, you and I will merge together and travel into this realm of darkness.

I have only a hazy recollection of my last dealings to those of the strange and backwards race known as “humans”. There was once, I believe, a confrontation with those whom I remember only as the “blue beings”. These feeble sentinels of law, order and justice were the ones responsible for my entrance into this aquatic paradise through the “deathgate”. Perhaps I should thank them, and indeed I believe that they shall be given a dark gratuity. And, Oh, I can assure you my precious ones, that it will be a gift which shall haunt their dreams for many lifetimes to come.

But first let me speak to you of the past. My people of the fair isle of Ilusiana, were imaginative and spiritual, living in our beauteous world which was created through the power of dreamcraft out of our soul-fires. We appreciated the splendor in both light and darkness, happiness and despair. But with sorrow in my heart, I must confess that we were a dying race, being both outnumbered and misunderstood by the surrounding humanoids belonging to the “Mundanian Empire”.

It was, it seems, a million years ago that I walked along the white-sand, Ilusianan shores beneath the violet skies. This was my sanctuary were I came to pray at times when I needed personal space and serenity. I cried melancholy tears to the ocean (for tears to my people, were sacred and holy) . The undines of the sea often called out to me during my tranquil meditation, promising me exaltation in days to come.

As the sea drank of my essence, the lyrics sung by the aquatic angels beneath the waves spoke of love, beauty, and death.

And death came to me one evening, as the orange-red sun sank down into the deep west. It was autumn, and the crisp scent of decomposed nature mingled with aroma of the salty ocean. The blue beings approached from the northern lands of Mundania, in grey ships that stank of polluted dreams and stagnation. These were the soldiers of Mundania whom often came to the shores of Ilusiana, to torment and enslave my people with their meaningless and useless laws.

They approached me as I knelt upon the shores of the beach observing the hypnotic, undulating waves. There is lingering in the dim corridors of my spirit, foggy images of the flashing red lights and the foul perverted creatures of law emerging from metallic carriages.

Oh yes, there was indeed much pain and sorrow that my inexperienced soul was dealt by the merciless fiends adorned in flowing blue garments, and armed with ebony-black clubs. What is it they called me? A whore, tramp, and a witch? Yes those were the words they used as they raped me and savagely beat me to a bloody pulp. My physical body, as well as pride and emotions, were severely damaged although my spirit remained unscathed. After they had thoroughly enjoyed themselves for many seemingly endless hours, they left me lying upon the white sand which soon became stained dark crimson. My entire body was covered with sores and bruises. While vomiting streams of blood, I began to hear the enchanted, ocean melodies call to me from the deep waters. In the distance, I beheld a luminous object upon the waters moving ever closer with each wave that met the beach. When it arrived upon the seashore, I knelt down before it. Curiously, I no longer felt pain, although my body was completely broken. It was a shimmering, moss-covered chest appearing to be composed of shiny, black coral. I creaked open the lid and saw that within the chamber, was a long dagger with a jeweled pommel. There were several names inscribed upon the razor-sharp blade which, at the time were meaningless to me.

While holding the exquisite dagger to my bosom, the haunted ocean melodies became irresistibly compelling to me, and I was drawn into the absymal sea of death. After submerging my soul into the liquidy chaos for a time, cleansing it of all it's unholy programming, I eventually came to my home here in the aquatic metropolis of Raptuara. And now, as I gaze upon the names inscribed on the sacred blade, my inner voice tells me that it is time to journey through another karmic labyrinth. Now fair children of the shadow realms, you may watch through your minds eye as I walk along the road of violence where destiny beckons.

I exit the green-walled castle, which is my home in this world.

“Shrr-Gggg-Shrinng!” I call out, And in reply, a purple and black hued sea-horse comes to me. This lovely creature whom I love dearly, is both my loyal companion and transportation in this aquatic paradise. We now ride together through the depths of the dark sea, to the surface where dwells the unenlightened inhabitants of Mundania. “Sweet Goddess, how is it that these folks can bear to inhabit such an unimaginative world of boredom and stagnation?”

The four names now begin to burn upon the blade of the dagger, and I call out each of these names in a high-pitched shrilly voice. Yes, it is as I have foreseen. The four Blue Beings now come forth towards the sea of dreams, beckoned from out of their bedroom chambers on this most holy evening, which is the tenth anniversary of my entrance to Raptuara through the deathgate. I now begin to alter the fabric of reality, so that images created by lust, prejudice and hate materialize above the ocean in the semblance of their darkest of fears.

Oh yes, it does appear that they are frightened at my appearance. What is it my lovers? Have you not seen before floating above an unearthed sarcophagus that washed upon the shores, the decomposed body of one whom you have murdered years before. I would indeed, think that the perfumed fragrance of my rotten decayed flesh strewn with sea-weed, and the sight of my bare bones would be of interest to you. Am I no longer sexually alluring. Behold! Your nightmare now begins! Behind you upon the green, grassy hillside, stands four shiny, black crosses erected just for you. Do not attempt to run nor struggle as the skeletal, unearthed remains of your former victims, approach you with malevolence gleaming in their lifeless eyes. You Embrace sweet hopelessness and excruciation, as they nail your pathetic, squirming bodies each to your own personal death-monument.

And I ask of you, my dear readers, is not the sight of the noble blue beings whom are without mercy, helplessly impaled upon their own guilt, not beautiful? What a lovely crucifixion this has turned out to be. See how the blood flows from their wounds, feeding the hungry earth below them. There is one last surprise for you my servants of false law and fabricated justice. Behold! Gathered together in the verdant fields surrounding your crucifixion are your friends, families, wives, and children, joyously awaiting the dark feast. Your flesh shall be devoured by your loved ones, for only then shall you be purged of the polluted soul energy that you have harnessed during this last incarnation.

And as the razor slices through your skin, tissue and bone, I see the mortal anguish in your eyes and it is like the sight of heaven. Is it not holy to experience all the agony and misery that you have sent forth into the realm throughout your existence? The tears of emptiness fall from your eyes like cold rain on a windy evening, as your life companions delightfully feast upon your severed flesh.

And now my sweet and precious readers, I ask you to use your imagination and enter fully into this liquidy dream, for only a moment. Walk beneath the shadows of the black crosses upon the hillside, and gaze upon all that remains of the four, who in their last life were known as the blue beings. There is now just their hearts, which are still beating, struggling to remain alive and retain an identity in this cruel existence.

It is over. I hear the ocean-songs beckon me back to the city of aquatic paradise called Raptuaria. And before I glide through the waters astride my sea-horse companion ShrrGgggShrinng, I give to you this final blessing. Remember us fair children of the shadow realms, in times of turmoil, when your soul feels empty and without life, or when you are tormented by others who view you as different. Know that we are always there for you beneath the enchanted sea. And on some dark evening along the shores of your own world, listen for our voices to lead you to absymal, aquatic paradise. For beneath the waves we sing death melodies.