-her apollo-

"He thrust it right at her heart, and she only bled out love."

Emmy was cursed. Her mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother had all been submissive wives who had dedicated their lives to men.
Subservient to their 'lovers'. Meager dolls to be hit and played around with.
Emmy had tried disgustingly hard at trying to break this curse, not wanting to take the path her family did. But you know what they say about curses...

Apollo enjoyed feeling empowered. He knew it was bad.
The problem wasn't that he liked the feeling, but the way he achieved this feeling of authority.
He abused girls. He hit them and manipulated them like they were little dolls.
This fed his longing need to feel masculine. Unhealthily masculine.
It sort of numbed him. Numbed him from the truth, like the way ice numbs injuries.
Now this had all begun with his father, who he could never be 'manly' enough for. He cried at the thought of this. None of his friends knew though. After all, crying isn't manly and without that, what was he?