Phalces and the Beast

Phalces and the Beast

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Based on the Ancient Greek Myth of Psyche and Eros. Phalces was born gorgeous. This may seem like a blessing, but if the hundreds of guys and girls gathered around his window and constant bodyguards wherever he went told you anything, it is more of a curse. Because he was a prince, no one dared to ask him out, and because he was gorgeous, everyone stood at a distance to watch him admiringly. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't live a normal life. On a last attempt to change his fate, he decided to seek assistance from the Oracle of Delphi. But instead, the Oracle proclaims that he will get married to the most wickedest beast of all. Things turn to bad to worse when a envious god wreaks havoc. What is a lonely prince to do? (Completed)
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