Monday, November 24, 2008
Alas I have made an error. It was pointed out to me yesterday and I make no exceptions for honesty when it comes to lying. I told someone I was “born in 1496 but didn't come 'upstairs' until 1532.”
That was in old time and wasn’t true.
Thanks to the switch from Gregorian Calander to Julian I was actually born in 1375, the nephilim son of a demon (one of the Third, my mother said, since she swore it was an angel) and a mostly mortal woman. Thanks to my genetics I was, like Cain, a walking baby, maturing in months instead of a normal mortals span of years. This attracted some attention and my mother was tortured and burned as a witch in 1376 when I was eighteen months old (and fully grown, if not actually mature.)
I was apprenticed to a demon that year and didn’t come ‘upstairs’ to the mortal lands until 1512, where I was still a young demon with a trade in soul collecting. I was apprenticed to a jobbing painter as a cover for my work. I learned to fence in 1514, very quickly. There’s nothing to focus a brain like the tip of a blade up the nostril.
It does appear, then, that by modern reckoning I’m older than I thought. Sorry about that.
I’ve still got my own teeth, too.
Hundreds of them.