Poor Alexandra. I am vexed. I am torn in two. And yet I cannot reverse this great lust to possess that which has been forbidden to men since the dawn of time. It grows inside me with an insatiable hunger, that nothing and no one can fill.
I must consult the board again. For surely I have misunderstood what must be done. It is only when I wrangle with such things that I feel myself pushed by an outside force far more powerful than I am capable of withstanding on my own.
Forgive me.. Alexandra.
Over the years I have washed my hands a thousand and one times, and still they are stained crimson with her blood. And yet this too, shall pass. For my conscience is laid to rest in a burial chamber with my wife's offal. And none too far from me. But far enough that I am certain not to hear her voice haunting me late at night when I must be about the business of communing with Leviathan, the Spirit of the witch board.
