May 30th, 2339 God it hurts. There's so little I can do. The supplies I found are not enough for this wound. I don't think... I don't think I'm surviving this. I don't think my body will flush out the infection fast enough. I need to pull the last bit of thought I have left together to put here. My name is Erebus. I am the son of Thanatos and Eos, a child of pure darkness. I was born in the void. I created Vortheon and sent her to find Acheron, yet I failed to get him back before all of this. I don't remember... much aside from that... my thoughts are fuzzy... my dear father, I'll see you soon... To whoever finds this There is no salvation. Do not try to fix what's happening. With regards, Erebus Alore
(This is the project where a POV change will happen. I will continue the scattered journal entry type of story but there will be live interactions between characters soon.)
