Chapter 14 -- A Journey down the Road of the Abyss -- B.E.Z
The Last Six Years - Autumn of 2016 to the Summer of 2022
It had been six years since the fiasco of London against Dylan Bruce and the Sabbat. Where I had worked together with my formerly mortal friends to try and stop an insane demon-worshiping vampire from diablerie and worse; ...we failed miserably. The Tremere of London were diablerized to restore Dylan Bruce's lost generation, countless mortals died as our coterie sprang each of Dylan's vile traps and ultimately, London itself fell into the clutches of the Sabbat.
This is not to say that nothing was accomplished. Heretofore, I could not have imagined that as a vampire the world held any more potent a mystery than that of immortality itself. In London, the veil of ignorance was ripped from my face and I was forced to look upon the the true nature of reality. I cannot describe the experience itself, except to say that it nearly drove me mad. Once you look upon the occult and infinite nature of the world, there is no way to become blind, innocent or ignorant again. My old beliefs, conceptions and values were made hollow thereby and I felt completely lost.
Like my Lasombra ancestors before me, I was cast adrift on a sea of darkness without stars or compass. It was at that time, the late Autumn of 2016 that I turned to Titrit bint Akir. Titrit was a Lasombra oracle of shadows from Casablanca, whom I beseeched to aid me in unraveling the mystery of my doppelganger Benesj Cherno. Titrit's augury reveal that of Benesj or myself, only one of us would survive to see the next age of the world. Like a character in a fable, I was suddenly in the position of having to find and kill my double before he did the same to me. But Titrit did more than shed darkness on the subject, she also introduced me to an elder Abyss Mystic known as Nystor who resides on Sicily.
