As the days passed, I lost my taste for food and most drink. I was irritable. Soon I realized that I couldn't tolerate noise or crowds and I'd begun to wander through the forests at night, seeking solace. I couldn't accept or forgive my mentor, Piero Cesco, who had turned me into the creature that I was becoming. I'd felt that he had controlled my life long enough and his last controlling act had severed our relationship for many centuries. I turned to him again when my love, Jasmine, was embroiled in my feud with the Vampire Phisto.
Learning one's life lessons while inhabiting the same human vessel has its challenges, and benefits. Now that I have found Jasmine, I don't want to move on. I wanted to stay and love her as I hadn't been able to during our life in the Renaissance. And there were challenges. Phisto wanted Jasmine as well. And I would do anything, even imperil my soul, to protect her from that fate.
Even advanced souls have lessons and I have learned that they tend to get more difficult as we advance. The question is can we love the divine more than we love our egos and earthly infatuations?