As I recounted to you one night, I shall again tell my story of my Aztec life.
I was viewed as a God of darkness among the people. I sat alone in a cave within the mountains. I hated being there and the fact that they saw me as a God. I wanted to be released from my "prison". There was a princess of theirs that they would send up into the mountains to speak to me. I had fallen in love with her. She was the "voice" of her people and would tell me what they would ask of me. I would drink from her and gain the visions and voices of the people. I waited years until the Spanish came and conquered them. That was my time to find release and I did.
What makes this story all the more interesting is that this same Aztec princess, I have met in this lifetime. Our "pull" towards one another carries with it great consequences.





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Tis I Lestat LOL Strangely enough, my "father" is nicknamed Armand. But as we have read from the Anne Rice novels, Lestat's sire was Magnus and not Marius as the movie would have us believe. Why did I even get into the Vampire Chronicles btw LOL I'm a lot like Lestat though I guess. Not afraid to challenge those in authority.

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