Jeremy Chapter 1



I've always wanted to tell you this, to explain to you, more than anyone else, what I'm going through. Unlike everyone else around me, you understood me. But Mark, and may I call you Mark? There's no easy way to say this...I couldn't have you running around. You're not stronger than I am. You're not better than I am. Wait, I shouldn't even say 'you're not' since...well...you can't even answer me anymore, especially since you're not breathing. Or have your tongue. You were probably thinking, as I cut it out, why I'd remove the tongue. Well, it's simple, I can't have you talking about what you've seen here. I can't have you droning on and on about how you're better and more powerful because blah blah blah...I needed silence. And you're not breathing because, well, you did attack me. Your own knife, used to slit your throat, cut out your tongue, and carve the sacred runes.

But Mark...you let out a noise. I can go one of two ways here, I can explain myself, or I can just continue cutting, slashing, carving...oh, how I love the blood...I just wished it wasn't you who heard the noises, heard the scuffle, the fighting...and seen what I had done. I could tell you. I could just be honest. But you've been way too freaked out...just...so LOUD...SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! NO ONE CAN HEAR YOUR SCREAMS! JUST BE FUCKING QUIET! Finally...I can think again. Oh, my knife found it's way into your chest. No wonder you can't scream, you can't speak...Sorry, Ezekiel...but you shouldn't have chosen now to pop in for a surprise visit...Maybe now you feel sorry for all those times you treated him...me...poorly. Always leaving me in the dark over my work...always ignoring me...and why? Because I'm an amateur? Sorry I can't be Stephen fucking King...but who's laughing now? We are. Me and my Others.

Let me explain the other reason Mark was dispatched...his Other pretended to give him control...when really Mark was a vessel for me. He was being forced to come to me...to bind with me...I already explained how I'm more powerful, more in tune with the Dark...but he didn't listen. Mark thought he was stronger, thought he was above me. NO ONE IS ABOVE ME. NOT GOD, NOT LUCIFER, NOT THE FUCKING ANGELS OF HEAVEN OR THE DEMONS OF HELL!!!! I'm something...more...something darker...something brighter...

I am more sinister, more cunning, and this world...this disgusting, worthless world...will be extinguished by my hand. Just like Ezekiel...just like Mark...The fools of this world shall be weeded out, and only the powerful like myself will be allowed to flourish. I WILL GO TO WAR WITH HEAVEN, HELL, AND THE EARTH ITSELF!

Thank you, Jeremy, for letting me in.

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