Dreadful

by Caitlin Rozakis

There was only one kind of person who would have such a room, who would dress in such a way. He was a Dark Wizard.

He wondered which had come first, the conviction that women would treat him with disdain or his apparent determination to treat them like they would before they could get that far.

If a human was made up of the experiences of their life, was Gav anything at all?

“Boohoo, I had a hard childhood. You’ll notice I didn’t turn to evil.”

Maybe the exhaustion was working in his favor; it made it harder to sustain the rage that made it so hard to think.

“You spend enough time running and screaming and starving and weeping, growing some claws and eating a few adventurers starts to look like it’s not so bad.”

He didn’t know what that made him, if he wasn’t evil enough to be a villain or good enough to be a hero.

“Who’s the real anyone? When does who you’re pretending to be stop being a pretense and turns into who you really are?” She shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.

“Sex is fun, sweetness. It’s almost as good as power. And I plan to continue to have as much of both as I possibly can until someone finally manages to drive a stake through my evil, conniving, very satisfied heart.”