Of course, I knew Baron Gilles De Rais. Of course, I do. It has been staring me in the face this entire time. The reason I couldn’t recognize him is because I was actually his accomplice, a beloved Brother of the Black Arts, Francesco Prelati. I was the Corrupter of Thy Soul.
I was the one who opened up the pathway for his great career of infamy. I provided the physical proof of Demonic Presence, at a great cost to my health and almost to my life. He nursed me back to health in his own bed. We were lovers of the non-consummating sort, me and the Marshall. He took great pleasure in my intellect and me being well-versed in the Arts. I entertained him and I observed his descent into madness.
The truth is Baron De Rais lost all interest in sexual relations, natural or even in sodomy, as he banished all women from his castle we devoted our existence solely to the pursuit of the Unknowable through the employment of evil. This was a path a pact we all took with a known end.
We often cannot recall our past lives because of culturally ingrained moral outrage, it is easy to project on infamous figures of Darkness, but not so easy to recognize our own measure of darkness.
I have a lot more stories to tell from those times.
Perhaps I will…
