Below are the 5 most recent journal entries recorded in Daemon Sadi {Black Jewels}'s InsaneJournal:

Monday, March 21st, 2011
11:01 am	Birthday Birthdays held no meaning to me. Why would they? I didn't know when my truth birthday was, never remembered it. I never celebrated it because of that, and well... when you are a pleasure slave in Terreille, why bother? Especially when I believed, for so long, that I was just a bastard. I didn't remember my parents. Well... I should say I didn't remember my real parents. Hepsabah claimed me as her son, but I knew immediately she wasn't really my mother. Mother's do not do that to their sons. Granted, Dorothea did to Kartane, but she was a twisted bitch. I suppose, since she and Hepsabah were cousins, that the apple doesn't fall far from the twisted tree. No... birthdays had no meaning. Not till recently. Not till Kaeleer. Till Jaenelle. And now I know when I was born and that I was loved. That I was always loved, even when I was that pleasure slave and when I killed so many witches in Terreille. After 1700 years, I finally look forward to my birthday and the time with those I love on that day. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 4th, 2011
6:23 pm	I want for a child All I want for a child, my child is a father and mother who love them and that they can remember. A family. The things I never got the chance to have. While I have snatches of memories that are returning now about my father, I have no real recall of my mother. So distant that when I met her centuries later as a young Warlord Prince in Dorothea's court, I didn't recognize her. Somehow she recognized me, despite the tangled mess of her mind. Granted she had more clarity then, before she took that last fateful step to fall into the Twisted Kingdom to give one last message. A message that gave me hope even if it was another few centuries in coming. No, in the end my childhood was robbed from me. Stolen from my mother and my father, raised by a woman who feared me. Most women fear me, but that is the weapon that was forged in the twisted Courts of Terreille. Dorothea SaDiablo forged this weapon as Prythian forged my brother as one. And without even realizing what they had done, they had made us more into our father's sons than anything he could have taught us. Did not even realize that the very code of honor they wanted to break in us had been deeply ingrained in those few short years we had been with him. We... I have no real memories of those days, only snatches of them here and there, but there was always something that held me back if needed. Drove me to protect those who didn't deserve the cruelty dealt them. Why I showed mercy and affection to people such as Tersa and Manny. Why I didn't put Surreal into a shallow grave while still alive when she made a foolish move that cost us centuries of friendship. I do not want that for any child of mine. I do not see that happening to any child of mine, thankfully. Even though my eldest brother is now gone forever and some of those who would have been proud to call a child of mine family and help them grow are gone, I still have others that matter more than anything. A brother, a father, the coven, the boyos and my Queen. My wonderful, terrifying, beautiful Queen. Jaenelle. Witch. Dreams Made Flesh. To me... she is simply Wife and my everything. (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 18th, 2010
11:49 am	bloodsingsblood Week 4.3-- New Divide by Linkin Park For so long I could not remember what happened. There. Or I could not remember correctly. Words were my punishment, pummeling me as I lay on the island. Word sharks ripped away at the land, trying to consume me. I remember staring up at one point, a hand reaching towards me. I could have grasped the hand and been pulled out of my personal nightmare, but I shied away and another piece was torn away. Lucivar. The anger I saw... I remember it so clearly. I couldn't remember what I had done, so I could not tell him I had not brutalized the one person we both loved with our entire beings. He stood there and ripped me apart with his words, but he could never have known how much my heart was bleeding. You see, he had dreamt of serving her. I had dreamt of loving her. Of consuming her and letting her consume me. Letting her into my heart, body and soul so deeply that no one would ever know where I ended and she began. I spent so long thinking her gone. Thinking I had destroyed her and that my father had used me to do so. Till I heard her voice. I remember lifting my head, staring at an image that could not be. She was angry, he could smell it. But a hot anger, not the cold anger that could mean certain death when a member of the Blood reaches that point. For Witch to read that point? I don't want to even fathom. She gave me the path to follow, the promise that brought me out of the Hell I'd been living in for so long. But I was still fragile. It wasn't till we were reunited, till I saw her again, that it was made right. Saw her alive. Breathing. Vibrant. Whatever I had done to ensure no bitch would ever have me broke and my cock was heavy with need almost every moment I saw her. It wasn't till I finally was brought into her bed and found myself sliding into her that I truly came home and healed. Muse: Daemon Sadi Fandom: Black Jewels Words: 357 (Comment on this)
Friday, January 30th, 2009
6:50 pm	Contact Post Need to get a hold of Daemon's player? Contact here. (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 25th, 2008
9:36 am	Voice Mail "It's Sadi. Leave a message." (Comment on this)