Nightmares and hallucinations rendered me useless for almost the entirety of my first month in the house. All the same, Ares had stuck besides me throughout it all and had been more caring and generous then I could've ever asked for. I was determined to prove my worth and told him I would pay rent. He argued at first, before I negotiated with him and we settled on a monthly price, four hundred dollars. He winced when I had mentioned that amount, but I would go no lower. And in order to pay rent, I had to get a job.
The process of acquiring a job was tedious and annoying complicated. And though I hated to admit it, anything and everything about me staying at his house was about self-worth. I refused to lower myself to when I was with her, an emotionless, senseless, monster.
Monster.
That's all I was, wasn't it?
That's all I was, that's all I was seen as.
A villain.
But perhaps, the villain may just be misunderstood, just someone with not enough detail to describe them.
But I was no hero, that I knew. No matter what, I would never be that good.
But the term "anti-hero" would have to do.
Anti-hero. I liked the ring of that.
Because, maybe, just maybe, the dragon, the witch, the villain, didn't always have to be bad. And maybe that evil, wicked person could become neutral, and still end up with the hero.
Maybe.
