My dearest diary,
Today I will marry the love of my life. Well, one of the loves of my life.
Lucien.
We all agreed that, given the times, it is only fitting that Lucien and I are the ones to tie the knot.
He was the first one I fell in love with, after all. He saved me from my father’s wicked dealings, and from a life of perpetual madness.
To think, my father actually thought I would WANT to marry that dreadful man! Valentine is at least twice my senior, and I have heard the vilest things about the way he treats those around him.
Lord knows my father does not care for him at all and was only trying to clear his debts with the man, but to think he was going to use me to do it! And to think my father calls himself the city’s chief of police!
Anyway, I must be going. Our wedding is to be a small affair, and without my father in attendance, but set in the most beautiful of their gardens.
I shall write again soon.
This has to have been written at least twenty years ago, though judging by the style of writing, I wouldn’t be surprised to find out it was a great deal longer … but how?
Luci, Dante, and Seven all look like they can’t be more than ten, maybe fifteen, years older than me at most.
Aside from that, it sounds like Anna got stuck in a similar predicament as myself, and I’m starting to wonder if The Devils Mafia has a type.
Turning the page, I read on.
Lies.
I feel the greatest of betrayals has been brought upon me, dear diary!
When we began courting, I had made it clear that we would not … until marriage, but it was only last night that Lucien revealed his own condition in order to share the marriage bed with me!
I nearly had a fainting spell when Lucien returned with Dante a few minutes later.
Diary, you will not believe what they told me. I hardly dare to believe it myself, but I daresay I do now.
I almost feel I should whisper it, but of course, whispers cannot be caught among pages. So, without further ado, I shall just write it out.
They are vampires.
Vampires!
I know you must think me crazy, but—
I stop reading as my mind blanks.
There’s absolutely no way I just read that. I must have drifted off into my own mind while reading.
Squeezing my eyes shut as if to refresh them, I wait a few seconds before I open them and re-read the entire passage … but there the word is again.
Vampires.
Okay, so Anna was as crazy as the rest of them.
I think that’s enough of that for tonight.
I slam the diary shut, the sudden rush of wind causing something stuck between the pages to fly out, and my heart skips a beat.
A black envelope sealed with gold lies on the floor. As well as a folded note, my name scrawled across the front in nearly perfect calligraphy.