The Ballad of London Blackhouse

The devil incarnate with the blackest of hearts hidden behind a pretty face and mental anguish. I loved her at one time, with all of the parts of me that were taken from others. My clockwork pieces cared for her not one way or the other. And now I have her journal. What happened to her in her youth to make her such a monster is in my hands. I picked up the book and pulled the strings away from the front cover. I glanced up for a moment and felt the heat of the sun shine down on me. With a deep breath and a curious mind, I opened the journal to the first page and began to read about the life of London Blackhouse.