Gellert didn’t believe in God or any other Higher Power or any scheme of the universe. He didn’t believe that everything happened for a reason, nor did he believe that anything good would happen to him, if he behaved faithfully. The only thing he believed in, was himself.
He believed he had to work for what he wanted. He needed to plan and to play, to use and to alter, he needed to destroy and to create. He needed to be god. He was the one to make his life. He wasn’t to obey anyone. And he envisioned his life. He envisioned it in a grand scheme of things, in a grand string of lives and he was the puppetmaster. He was the king of everything and he could make others believe that, too. He had his way with words, he had found out very early on. He convinced the ladies of the village to give him food, when his mother denied him. He easily talked the girls and boys at Durmstrang into his experiments. He charmed his great-aunt into taking him in, when his mother threw his things out of the window. He was going to make his visions become reality. He was going to defy death and build an empire and free wizards of the oppression of muggles. He was going to be a young god, the king of everything and he was going to make it all by himself. That was until he met Albus.
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