[Don't say things like that, stop talking that way, like you give a damn, you're a liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, and I'll never believe a word of it! You turncoat, you pathetic dog! Backstabber! Apostate! I can still feel the bayonet between my ribs! I became so great, I did all I had promised you I would and you never said a thing... and.. gone.. gone.. gone.. you took everything from me!
I hate you.
I HATE you.
I HATE YOU!]
N-nngghh..!!
[Were he an abomination damned, Anderson's lips gracing his own would be like holy silver to his monstrous flesh. Scalding of irons. As agonizing as those splintered rods impaled through his body over and over again. His heart was lanced at those last words of confession.
Words he once heard time and again as a child from that benevolent man.. until they faded into the background noise of his life.. and he walked away with his head held high to St. Peter's Basilica, never to turn back to the orphanage that had offered him brotherhood. That offered him acceptance in the hands of a priest who cared for him as a son the day he had laid eyes upon him.
You say you love everyone. Your love is empty. It's not real. Parents are supposed to love their children.. and mine threw me away. You'll do it too.
You'll do it too.
And you did do it.
Maxwell thrashed as his heart pulsed as if an icy iron grip was crushing it of it's last beats of life. Hearing the voices of his bitter foolish youth echo in his mind and remind him why this man affected him so, he mewled and dejected him away with a weightless shove.
To him... Anderson had beguiled him as a child. Let him think that someone desperately wanted him, and he in turn secretly craved that attention like no other. To the point he was possessed by the thought that if Father must love anyone, it should be Maxwell, and Maxwell alone that he devote himself to.
Anderson's fealty had become unshakable as that selfish little boy grew to a strict leader, a primary example of an Agent of God who longed to see the world purged of chaos and sin.
...And the Knight had followed his creed to the book.
"If it is for the doctrine, I would Kill even the Founder himself."
Never had he imagined one would truly be so loyal as to follow Judas's steps to the final blow.
In his efforts to lead his Shepherd into ever-lasting devotion, he snuffed out all thoughts of mercy on a soul as corrupt as this black sheep.]
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Date: 2010-06-13 10:25 pm (UTC)I hate you.
I HATE you.
I HATE YOU!]
N-nngghh..!!
[Were he an abomination damned, Anderson's lips gracing his own would be like holy silver to his monstrous flesh. Scalding of irons. As agonizing as those splintered rods impaled through his body over and over again. His heart was lanced at those last words of confession.
Words he once heard time and again as a child from that benevolent man.. until they faded into the background noise of his life.. and he walked away with his head held high to St. Peter's Basilica, never to turn back to the orphanage that had offered him brotherhood. That offered him acceptance in the hands of a priest who cared for him as a son the day he had laid eyes upon him.
You say you love everyone. Your love is empty. It's not real. Parents are supposed to love their children.. and mine threw me away. You'll do it too.
You'll do it too.
And you did do it.
Maxwell thrashed as his heart pulsed as if an icy iron grip was crushing it of it's last beats of life. Hearing the voices of his bitter foolish youth echo in his mind and remind him why this man affected him so, he mewled and dejected him away with a weightless shove.
To him... Anderson had beguiled him as a child. Let him think that someone desperately wanted him, and he in turn secretly craved that attention like no other. To the point he was possessed by the thought that if Father must love anyone, it should be Maxwell, and Maxwell alone that he devote himself to.
Anderson's fealty had become unshakable as that selfish little boy grew to a strict leader, a primary example of an Agent of God who longed to see the world purged of chaos and sin.
...And the Knight had followed his creed to the book.
"If it is for the doctrine, I would Kill even the Founder himself."
Never had he imagined one would truly be so loyal as to follow Judas's steps to the final blow.
In his efforts to lead his Shepherd into ever-lasting devotion, he snuffed out all thoughts of mercy on a soul as corrupt as this black sheep.]
Don't.. soil yourself with me.
..You couldn't possibly..