Mar
My Dearest John,
It is with trembling hands and a heavy heart that I pen this letter to you. I must share with you the most extraordinary tale – a story that I have held close to my chest for fear of the consequences it may bring upon us. Yet, the truth must be told, for there is no refuge in silence.
We were a group of devoted followers of a man who had captivated us with his teachings and miraculous deeds. Jesus of Nazareth, as he was known to many, was a figure of great reverence and mystery. But little did we know that he was not an ordinary man, and the powers he possessed were beyond our wildest dreams – a secret I now reveal to you.
It began on the eve of his crucifixion, as we gathered around the table to partake in the Last Supper. Jesus appeared to be in distress, his eyes betraying a deep sorrow as he spoke of betrayal and sacrifice. He raised a goblet filled with rich, red wine and said, “Drink this, all of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins.”
Unbeknownst to us, this was not the metaphor we had thought it to be. Instead, it was the first hint of his true nature. Jesus, my dear friend, was a vampire.
We were oblivious to the truth, even as he was crucified and died before our very eyes. But on the third day, when his tomb was discovered empty, I sensed a profound shift in the world. His resurrection, which we believed to be divine, had cast him into the shadows, driven by an insatiable thirst for the blood of the living.
Jesus returned to us, appearing as the gentle teacher we had known and loved. Yet, his eyes now held an eerie, crimson glow, and the once-compassionate man was cloaked in an aura of darkness. Despite our fear and trepidation, we could not resist the pull of his presence, and we continued to follow him, bound to him by our loyalty and a mysterious, unbreakable bond.
He continued to teach us, weaving his parables with a newfound intensity, as if urging us to see the world through his eyes – eyes that had seen the depths of human nature, the darkness lurking in every corner. His miracles now carried a sinister undertone, as he transformed water into blood and walked among the shadows as if they were his kin.
Jesus, the vampire, was a figure both feared and revered. His power transcended the boundaries of our understanding, and we were drawn to him like moths to a flame, unable to resist the magnetism of his presence. He spoke of love and forgiveness, but the darkness that enveloped him threatened to consume us all.
My dear John, I write this letter to you, not to frighten you, but to impart the truth of the enigmatic figure who changed the course of our lives. Jesus, the man who walked the Earth as both a divine being and a creature of the night, has left an indelible mark on our souls.
I implore you, as you read my words, to remember the love and compassion he once embodied. For it is in the memory of that love that we may find solace and hope, even in the face of the darkness that threatens to engulf us.
Yours in faith and truth,
Mary Magdalene
