Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a young prince in search of a princess.... pfft, just kidding. This isn't that story.
I may be a prince but I sure as hell didn't need no princess. My brother fell down that hole, and look at him now. Tied down with a ball and chain. No thanks. I prefered to fly solo. There was no one but me and the blood and screams of my victims. I was a free agent.
I was also bored as fuck.
At least until I saw her. The beautiful blue and green eyed angel whose music sang to my soul. What I didn't expect was to be the hero in her story.
Well shit... maybe I did need a princess after all?
My mother used to tell me to close my eyes and the monster in my closet would disappear. Well I've had my eyes closed for awhile and the monster was still here. But the longer I sat in my cage watching Abel laugh at others pain and misery, the more I wondered if Hercules really was the hero?
What about the hydra? Did anyone think of his friends and family? Who stayed behind to console them? Did anyone bother to talk to him first? And could one monster save me from another?
Even the villian of the story needed love, right?
And they all lived happily ever after... probably.