Lullabies
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C H R I S T E N I N G&B A P T I S M
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There isn't a lot Maruzio remembers about being human, but he was once. Brought into the world during the early Renaissance, Maruzio, or Mar for short, was raised when humanity was thriving; excited about life and experiencing every facet of it and the world after the Black Death, which rocked Italy to its foundation. Everyone was eager to leave the turmoil and despair behind making it truly like the jazz era of its day. He grew up with an eye for art, a mind for invention; the young man was innovative and anything but shy. Making friends and bringing people together was a talent that he didn't need to actively think about in order to accomplish, making friends in high & low places. His ears remember songs his mother used to sing to him as he fell asleep, but really not much else remains other than the skip of his heart when he remembers Florence in those days; vibrant and unlike anything he's ever really resonated with again until much, much later in his life. It was probably during his many walks to various cities that it occurred; taken off the streets and ravaged against his will. There was something planted in him that day that rots Mar more and more with time. His body was no longer the same, more animalistic and hungry. Food that he used to adore was tasteless, but the feeling of a woman's body - and then subsequently draining her of blood as they made love through mere touch — he couldn't control it, you see. It wasn't his fault. He had no way of knowing that his body would betray him like that and respond that way to another person's body. His fingers gained suction cups, latching onto her flesh, leaving odd bruising as it took what it needed. All that made sense was that the sensation of starvation had finally subsided. His body was suddenly fulfilled in every way as he held that lifeless body in his arms, his seed dripping out of her simultaneously. The trauma of the first kill, of course, had to dissolve over time because then came the return of a thrumming hunger as the weeks passed. He had to reconcile losing the man he was to tame the beast he was becoming.
A B S O L U T I O N&R A P T U R E
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As the years passed, Mar died many times and transformed into a new man, with new ideas. Each era restrictions changed, and when it came to the freedom of will & ideas, that's what caused a slow death for him. While pieces of his soul flitted away, his faith in the species he once was perpetually waxing, waning, it also created a fire within him. It forced a double life, deeper than what most achieve in one lifetime, however. Maruzio took lovers and learned to live for only himself. Hedonism became a standard, until it became honed into something that he could use. While it was nice to indulge for one's self, it became apparent quickly that it bore more use as a tool of manipulation, which in the end procured enough to satiate what his true body required. Soon, like he was when he was a human young man full of vim and verve, he befriended people of any status and indulged in all. His stories captured minds, his body pleased many, and he became rich in every sense of the word. Travelling all over Europe for centuries, Maruzio got curious when the 'new world' became all the rage. He was there for the turn of the century by steamship, and the separation of skin colours. He was infatuated at how immigrants could change and become a new ethnicity, and redesign and develop their cultures into something completely revolutionized. It was like the Renaissance all over again and gave him the refresh he was so desperate for, not realizing the ennui that he had fallen into. During this time, women who took control and defied the 'limitations' of their sexe were something marvelous to him, and he was happy to see them 'come back to life' as it were, despite repercussions. It was during this time that Mar found someone to love. It wasn't that he was looking, but a female friend became a lover without intention. Strong minded, intellectual, hungry for more and never satisfied; she matched him in as many ways as she surpassed him and he adored her. They were together for two decades or so, and both were content, not looking to move on or start another chapter with someone else. They lived through the prohibition together, explored sexuality, committed small crimes, danced and lived. Lived until she was taken from him. She was killed senselessly during the Great Depression - mind the cruel irony and he's never been the same since.
