The Cursed Saint

In the kingdom of Esor, named after the first king following the war of humans against what they call Hellebore, there is a monster hidden under a veil.
I am that monster.

At least, that is the story they carved into me long before I could decide what I was. A creature whispered about in trembling voices-something born to kill, to revel in the suffering of defenseless humans.

They called me cursed.

But the humans who branded me with that word were the same ones who hid me away from their own kind. Locked behind holy stone walls, smothered in incense and prayers that burned my lungs. My prison was not iron-it was a title.

The Saint.

A sacred name used to veil a blasphemy like me.

And still... I became the monster they feared.

I killed them.
All of them.

People ask how it happened, how the sacred turned to slaughter, how the Saint became the scourge.

The truth is simple.
It began with something impossibly fragile. Something forbidden.

I fell in love with a human boy.

And that was the beginning of the end.

But that's not where this story truly begins.

It begins long before that-back when I was nothing more than a prisoner with a title.