The seed within him slowly growing, slowly strengthening. Its primitively driven instinctive process following an unseen path - vigorous, calculating and perfect. Feeding itself with his anger. Feeding itself with his pride. Infecting his spirit with its waste. Its every growth filling his innocence with the dirty blood of the thoughts of fools. Its beautiful simplistic nature afforded comfort within his tormented soul.
He was well aware of the deceptions of the world and their improbable methods, and well equipped to see their weakness and thwart their attacks upon his self. Ah, but undetected within this intricate maze of deception lays his certain demise... He had done well to ready himself for the ways of the world, but had not yet allowed himself to trust. Immersing himself in the torrential flood of chance and allowing access to his innermost feelings, he confided in and offered his hand and heart to their greed and their deceitful ways. Within him the seed was planted
His perfection of soul, soiled by its roots, fed from his deepest forgotten weaknesses. His longed for acceptance but was unwilling to realize his own shortcomings. His relentless internal effort to ensure never would he be thought the lesser even by himself became compromised. Walls came down welcoming the flood of pain and making true his most treasured fears. His perfect judgement had been quite false and had made mockery of his self pride. Alas, the deed was done. The seed was planted, and oh how she grew within him. He welcomed her weaknesses and adopted them as his own. She eased her own pain while preying upon his soft innocent mind molding him into a lesser man deeply in love with a dream.
But chance interviened as it always seems to do and her spell upon him was broken as he was awakened by truth. He watched as his imaginary world of perfection collapsed around him leaving only the ashes of a man who he'd once again begun to hate. Cursing his naivity and vowing he would learn the evil ways of man and learn to use them for his own. Subconsciously carrying out the message of nothingness that was so completely buried into his psyche promising to bring forth wisdom from the deception of lifes greatest disappointment - love. The same love that was promised within the look in her eyes as she smiled upon him that very first time...
So blinded by the awakening light of realization, he plotted unknowingly to pass on this great gift of pain... and as she unfolded before him he delighted in the ease by which he weaved his web around her, robbing her of her inhibitions and seeping himself into her soul, where he will forever reside masked cleverly as a memory she'll not soon choose even to forget. He watched mutely as he spread the seed of his own demise. The wonderful hypocracy of this thing he had done eased his pain. It even almost felt real.
And now realization set upon him once more as he wept for what he had done. Guilt stricken and desperate for retribution he found in his heart a place for her, and there she will stay forever, safely away and out of his reach... his most awful creation. The one who truely loved him first.
The End.... or maybe just the beginning
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