Rivers Run Red: The Return of Silnus Demon Hunter

Monsters are Made by other Monsters

Forgiveness is earned. Same as respect. I don't intend to forgive the unforgivable. Respect a fool? No. I shall not. Why? Why you ask? You believe I'm being sanctimonious don't you. You believe that I am above reproach. Then listen to this story.
One bright summer day. The birds are chirping, cool breeze through the trees,  sound of the stream rushing through the brook. A typical summer day. But one thing is off. Something ugly and unnatural is happening on such an unsimingly beautiful day like this. A maiden is striped of her chastity. It's brutal, cold, rushed, passionless and painful. And it continues. For hours. Even after the act is done the victim is left shattered with the memories of it. But it gets better. She is betrothed to her abuser. They are to be wedded this winter. The abuser is from an affluent house hold and is their only heir. He is the prince. He can commit no sin.
But I can. I'm a nobody. A child stolen in the night. From a family buried away in a forgetting war. A curse that no one wants. But I was fine with that. I had myself. I always have myself. But then I became aware of another. To put it simply an annoying light shone down on me, the unwanted child of the night. I ran from that light. But no matter how much I tried that annoying light always found me. It's clumsiness at first rosed my curiosity. Comical even. But I should have known that this was only a trick to catch my attention. For my curiosity turned to bewilderment, which turned to concern and then turned to obsession. I felt emotions I couldn't comprehend. It made me more wary of the light so I kept my distance. That very action of self preservation seemed to distress it. The light grew dimmer and I panicked. I plucked up the courage to confront it. We conversed. We grew together. We depended on each other. It was good. To good. Our bond attracted the jealousy and greed of another. He wanted so he took. I expected as much. It stung but I have been stung before. It didn't hurt much for me but it pained her more. I could see her pain. I could feel it. I couldn't do anything.
But now I will do something. I have too. I had too. I did. I don't regret it. I only regret the monster I had become. Because the monster couldn't go back to the light. Because monsters only came out at night. Again I despise the unforgivable. So much that I'm willing to be branded a monster for my sin of pride.
Serius woke up shakenly. He felt a sharp pain in his right hand and looked down to see his blood glimmering on blades of grass under the full moon. He had clenched his fists so hard it caused him to bleed. "Ah that dream again" he groaned "I never  seam to recall her face or name though. I bet she was a pretty broad"
Sitting up under the tree he nesttled at, he reached into his aid kit bring out a bandage to begin wrapping around his already healed hand. Stopping himself he chuckled remembering a phrase his old mentor always admonished him with. "Old habits die hard so make sure to make useful  ones. If ur lucky good ones as well. But we both know we ain't got luck" his mentor used to say with a knowing smirk. That's the only truthful thing that old fox ever taught me.