You think I wanted to turn out like this? You think I wanted to spend my days making others murder, burn, steal? It's not my fault; it never was. It was never the plan, either. The plan was to finish school, to go to university, to lead a normal life. I did it all for her. I still am doing it for her. That was never the plan for her, so I figured I could make it not be the plan for me, either. She was always meant for something greater. It seems to me and to her that this is how we can become something greater. I was meant to sit kneeling in front of her throne ever since I first saw her with blood smeared on her hands and white shirt and skirt, bent over the lifeless body of someone who hurt her. More accurately, hurt us. Well, really, hurt me. I hoped so, anyway. The dream of helping her has haunted me for years. Yet, I'm not as sure anymore. When we appeared to Riley for the first time... I'll never forget the look on their face when I threatened them to secrecy about their friend and his state. Or, maybe, I will. Maybe that was an empty reassurance to myself that there was any d̶e̶c̶e̶n̶c̶y̶, c̶o̶m̶p̶a̶s̶s̶i̶o̶n̶, h̶u̶m̶a̶n̶i̶t̶y̶ normalcy left in me. I forget, I am special, special enough to be in her grace. I should listen to her. We are destined for great things, are we not? She loves me. I know that - she's proven it time and time again; she's helped me through when I was scorned by most of everyone else, she came back to me after a falling out, she was kind to me. I love her, maybe more than I should - more than is healthy, I mean. I can't bring myself to care if it's more than healthy; I would kill for her. I have killed for her. I have killed for her and now I've turned into what I am now - a mere shadow, yet a shadow that can haunt others' dreams. Do you realise what it can do to a person if their dream becomes a reality? What about a nightmare? We can, together, bring the world to its knees like that. We will bring the world to its knees. Why do we need to do so, you may ask? It's not my place to say... Ask her yourself, if you dare. If you're not scared of her and her blood-stained (beautiful) face.
pros of getting a gf: you now have a gf she kills for you cons of getting a gf: you lose physical form
