Dear Journal,

We are monsters.

We are not Dreamkeepers or Nightmares.

We are simply monsters.

For many, many years, I have been criticized for my appearance, my line of thought, my way of living, everything. It is all because I am different.

I am a Hybrid.

It was not until I met that man, that dark but understanding man, that I learned of what I really am. I also learned that I am not the only one of my kind. He and several others are also Hybrid's. 

However, he likes to call us "Hell Hybrid's." And, his name is Trident.

When I first met him, he was accompanied by his adopted children, both Hell Hybrid's as well. His adopted daugther, Kali, and his adopted son, Jerome.

His son... it is difficult to describe his son's mind. He is always scowling, but being a Hybrid, that is to be expected. However, I believe it was not the kind of scowl that indicated discrimination. Rather, a scowl that you may see on a martyr, determined to fight for what is right. 

Jerome has amazed me all the way to this day, as an adolescent. I know nothing of what the future may bring or what our fate may bring.

But, something tells me that we Hell Hybrids were not meant to be. We should never have been born.

Now, I pray to Nethers himself that our existence will not be in vain. And, I believe that Jerome will do something extraordinary to prove us to be worth living here. 

Sincerely,
Azrael