Of Gods and Monsters: Menoetius

Go ahead...hate me. Slaughter me against the wall. I never introduced myself as the goddamn hero. Even labeling me a pussy bad boy. I'm an imperious villain! A tyrant cut from the bone of the worst kind of monster. This is my story and I won't change it for anyone in the world, but... For him? The one who calls me Master… This is no forever fairy tale romance. This is RAW. This is ripping your heart out and trampling it till there’s nothing left but an angry bloody mess RAW. He was the one who saw through my cracks, who would suffer my pain, blood and tears, working to mend those still bleeding wounds on my soul. He stood through my violent storm, hiding the battle raging inside him, one I was too stupid to see, that was tearing apart the only man I would ever love. It took almost losing him to see that, to understand, to comprehend what he truly was to me. Mine. My precious boy. My beautiful Beo.