Dear Diary

He's doing it on purpose. I knew we should never have let him stay in the Hamlet.

I felt so sorry for him when I first saw him get off the carriage, all those chains draped over his half-naked – [remainder of line scribbled out]

I even touched his shoulder, meaning to offer him a blessing, and then he turned and I saw the mark on his face and the bestial lust behind his eyes.

We should never have let him stay. I should have pushed harder. I know Reynauld would have backed me up. He's such a firm, strong – [remainder of line scribbled out]

He's doing it on purpose. I know he is. I've been keeping an eye on him, watching when he goes loping out of the Hamlet, making sure he doesn't do anything to anyone. There are so many pure, nubile young women here that he could grab in those monstrous arms, bind up with his chains, push down into the dirt and – [two paragraphs scribbled out]

His demon is affecting me, I know it. Why else would I have reacted the way I did?

I tracked him out a mile from the Hamlet on a night with a gibbous moon. He crept along to a moon-drenched pool. I watched him strip off his chains, then his rags. I was shaking all over, wondering what he was going to do.

Then he dove into the pool, and when he broke the surface he had changed. My heart almost stopped. Water was streaming off his huge body in the moonlight, and…

It must have been his demon. I couldn't look away. My sinful eyes could not look away.

He is so much bigger when he's changed.

He committed the sin of Onan in the moon pool and I watched him do it.

Light forgive me, Flame purify me. I should tear my own eyes out. But those hands, gripping himself, and – [remainder of line scribbled out]

I need to clean my temple garments.

Junia.