23/3/773 This has gone on long enough.
Pierron is mad, utterly and absurd. He's taken some demon from his past as a personal familiar. He never listened to me, like Ophelia. He's a simple opportunist, a thief.
He is obsessed with me, and I suspect, believes we are destined to be together or some nonsense. He prefers to live in a world of illusions rather than face any form of reality.
I love him, but never more than a master loves a servant. And he wasn't even a good servant. He only pretended to take anything I tried to teach him that he might remain close to me,
ever obsessive, ever manipulative and depressive. He kissed me,
once, out of the blue, and I had to, kindly, reprimand and reprove him, but it wasn't enough.
So now I remove him, and he should be lucky its with breath intact.
I have half a mind to immolate the lecher, but
a double-mind is unstable in all things.He lives, for what good it will do him. I hope he comes to some rational....... some sanity!
Finally, I've cut him free, and myself free to move on from another failed protege. He's taken after me instead of my experience. Such is his folly.
He never wanted to obey, only sate his own lusts & desires. He rarely saw me as a person, barring some lucid states, I was merely a projection of his psyche.
This is why he might agree with me one moment, and the very next disprove his words by blatant action. His words ever sifting like a whirlpool of insipid chaos.
The truth has set me free. As it is written.
I suspect the fool will turn to darker sources after I am gone. Again only giving testament to what I leave here. Though he swore by my name... he never once proved honest.
May he never sigh my name again, lest I tear his eyes from his head and feed them to him, that he might see how full of shit he really is.
If you want to play at shadows, know that they can only exist in the presence of light. They are not equal forces, yet opposite forces. One is everything, the other... is nothing
I return now, to my true calling, not the weeping & groaning of lost souls... May God keep us.
Pierron was right about one thing, though... we all have shadows, only whose is in charge, here?
.Zhuelke From the mists I was borne & to the mists I return.
My body is torn, but my soul is earned.
Goodbye you beautiful fool.