Once upon a time, long long ago there was a man who shed his humanity and became a beast. His nails turned to claws and his teeth became fangs. He was devoured by his hatred and suffering, and became a monster. Before he turned his back to mankind and transformed into this demon, he was one that was a caring and loyal soul, with a lover who was his only world. His lover was the one who gave him faith when he all about to lay down his head and rest in eternal slumber. This lover of his gave him more then he could have ever imagined. His love was forever, but now forever is over. He gave her his love until the day he was killed by her own hands. He was the sacrifice of her own selfish ambitions and justifications of her own actions and consequences. Impaled by the pikes, gouged by the blade, and burned in the hellfire from the aftermath of her actions. His wounds bleed and his flesh turns to ash. Day after day, he was lashed down in barbed chains and left to burn without mercy or remorse of any kind. Festering inside his body was a rage and suffering unlike any other. It was growing and growing, like the hellfires that warped his mind and soul into a being without any humanity. Eventually the fires burnt away and nothing but charcoal and ash was all that remained. Within the piles of ashes pointed claws and sharpened fangs arose and he was reborn. Clawing out of pile of ash and charcoal was a monster. His very hatred, suffering, and pain warped him into a beast that had one intention...Killing her with his own bare hands. His cold and killing eyes were fixed and his new mind was set for one thing and one thing only. Slowly creeping out of this hell and entering her reality, he was bent forth on revenge and murder. Nothing would stand in his way until what he came for was over. He sniffed the air and the ground trying to track her down, looking for her scent to pick up and follow. He listened with keen ears trying to hear her movements and voice in the distance of this world. His instincts lead him to what he was to do and thus followed them so. A scent was picked up and a growling lust of blood took over his body. He ran, and ran like a wild animal hunting a prey. With ever step, every breath, every thought, his anger and hatred grew stronger and stronger against her and all that she was. In a meadow of white flower and glistening blue skies was where she was. She danced in the meadows alone and unaware. It was time, time to stalk his pray and devour the flesh of the one he once knew and cared for. He slowly made his way, crouching down and hidden by the flowers' white petals. His burnt and black heart raced and his mind flustered with emotion and thought. His anger was absolute and carved in flesh and mind. The time came and he lunged at her with fangs drawn out and claws bearing. His claws ripped her apart and his fangs sunk into her flesh. Just then, the skin of the beast melted away and the one she knew was standing there, watching her bleed and staring into her eyes without any remorse or care. This is what he wanted. This is what he always wanted. Lying in the blood stained petals, he picked her up by two hands around his tiny neck and stared into her eyes with an anger and hatred unlike any other. He squeezed tighter and tighter around her little neck, digging his nails into her neck and feeling her blood trickle down her body. This is what cold blood is. To look into the eyes of a lover and watch them die without a feeling of sadness and sorrow. All he could do was asphyxiate her and hold her above the ground and watching the blood fall under her. In a final moments notice, he dug his fingers into her neck and broke the bones. In his hands, by his very hands he killed his once dearly beloved. He looked at her for a while, watching the blood trickle from her mouth and her wounds. He let one hand go and threw the corpse to the ground. Ripping out the very pikes and blades impaled within him, he crucified her on the pike and carved her body with the very blades she carved mine. With one final swing, he decapitated her head and left it on the pike. Within this beautiful meadow with glistening blue skies and pure white flowers laid the hatred of the one who died and thus killed in rebirth and reincarnation. He was no longer beast, but no longer man. What he has become now is something one would describe as truly a monster.