The sonic fandom? Never got into it.
You have no idea what it is like to awaken to the need for the taste of blood in your mouth. You cannot imagine what it’s like to drive through the moist and midnight streets of a city praying that you would find a lone woman upon whom you might feed… and yet another part of you praying that you would NOT find such a woman, for fear of what you might really do.
That is probably a dismaying or even offensive statement for most. Be patient with me as I take you into a world where few have ever trod. It helps to understand where I came from in order to appreciate what Satan can do to people—and more importantly, what Jesus Christ can do for people.
I would awaken from sleep, craving the taste of blood, just as the cigarette addict arises fumbling for the pack of smokes beside his bed. My awakening was different from most, in that I awoke in the late afternoon. I had arranged to work graveyard shift jobs — first as a night watchman, and later as a driver for the morning edition of a newspaper. Normally, I would awaken in a small, closet-like bedroom, heavily shrouded in purple velvet draperies to keep out every trace of sunlight. I slept on the floor, surrounded by Satanic paintings on the free walls and ceiling which were designed to be doorways into alternate dimensions of reality —other universes.
I needed blood! While other sinful men craved women’s bodies, I was only interested in their necks or femoral arteries. My life was lived in near darkness, and I worshipped beings I called the Great Old Ones. Lucifer was but one of them, though an important one. I believed that these Old Ones were gradually turning me into an immortal being who would live forever.
My heroes were men like Nero, Hitler and Dracula, and I believed that I had daily contact with such men through channeling of spirits. They guided me — unholy spirits serving an unholy lord — and I followed “them” with a desperate and somber joy. How could any human being come to such a place? How could a person become so depraved and evil that they needed to live on human blood? The answer to that question lies in my book — in the true story of a person caught in a trajectory of evil from which there is no escape, except through Jesus.