Jeremiah Valeska ~ 2
He would always say to me
"To truly build something you must first tear down what's already there"
However I didn't once realise that he meant me as-well. He turned me into him, he cursed me... with that gas that his brother had gave him. Saying that I was the insane one and needed to see reality. I was terrified of him, he was so cold turned purely into stone.
I loved him with everything I had. But somehow he needed more... somehow he didn't believe it was enough. I'd worship him, like a god and praise the ground he walk upon. Even though he destroyed all I had, and laughed at my cries. I'd still live to live him.... I'd still fall right back into his arms intoxicated by him.
I knew he was not the same Jeremiah Valeska I knew. But It was someone with his blood. The only think I had left of the person I do desperately loved and needed...
However even saying those words seem wrong to say. As the blood that ran through his body, I wasn't even sure was warm anymore. He was making decisions that he wasn't supposed to make, he was deciding people's fate at the palm of his hand and I knew I shouldn't have sat and watched but I couldn't defy him. I was too wrapped upon his spells to even move away from him.
The toxicity that surrounded us both, was just mist... well that's what I liked to think anyways...
