I am, truly and utterly, a monster.
Come, my children – let me tell you of how I was raised by the wolves.
Stories – tales, legends, divine tellings – are things of the magick folk, who raised me. I will not even attempt to tell this with as much fragrant beauty as they would’ve told it.
In the beginning, the magick folk made it all – from my homeland in the woods to the rolling and vast sea of green they called the plains.
It seemed like such a peaceful world – empty save for the magick folk, the dogs, and the hairless creatures given the name man.
The men stayed by themselves – the magick folk didn’t want them to touch the perfect darkness of the woods – and man liked it that way.
When the magick folk told their stories, – things the men could never master with such grace, such beauty – it was no wonder we called them the magick. The words would float across the fire, and ah, my children, it truly was magic! The magic the magick folk had spoken of – the magic before the men rose from the salty water and into the lands of hills the magick folk called the plains.
And so, one night while listening to the stories of the magick folk I asked them how they made the world.
Their synchronized voices – ah, my children, their voices were so sweet! – chuckled and responded, -
“Child who walks with our children, the beasts, that is not for your kind to know.”
Within my body, I felt the heat of resentment grow.
I am truly, horribly, a monster.
Ah, years passed, my children. Years and years, and I looked more and more like one of the man. I hated everything about my appearance – where was the beautiful sleekness of a wolf’s muscular yet slender form, the glossy but tangled hair?
Clearly, this was the fault of the speaking mist, the same formless beings who would not tell me how our clay world was made.
And so, breathless with rage--
I attempted to destroy them.
And so, now that many, many more years have passed, I am still cursed with the name they gave me, the name that sounded so much like one of the man's. I am forever cursed with this horrible name. I am forever Lucifer.
Now, my children, tell me…
Am I not a monster?