I am a monster...

I am a monster.

I’ve always known it. In fact, for most of my life, I’ve embraced it. It’s second nature for me, since I’m a high-blood and all. Genocide and world domination have always been my top priorities. Well, that and keeping my moirail safe.

You see, every young, female troll dreams of being swept away and saved by their prince. They all want that moment where a strange man whisks them away on an adventure and protects them no matter what. They want someone chivalrous; someone who will cherish them.

And I thought I was doing that. I helped her hunt for her lusus, I helped her heal her little cuttlefish friends, hell, I even indulged in her little dance obsession. And I’m a horrible dancer.

But still, that wasn’t enough. She left me. She claimed that I was “smothering” her, and that I was “too violent”.

I’m a high-blood, for cod’s-sake! I’m supposed to be like this!

So, I did the only logical thing left.

I fought with her… matesprit…

I can’t say that word properly in this context. She’s too high on the hemo-spectrum to even acknowledge him in any of her quadrants except maybe kissmesis.

Maybe.

And I killed him! Actually, no I’m not sure if I killed him or not… I really hope I did. He deserved it. That filthy lowblood had no business with her. Absolutely none.

But still, just as she always did, she stood up for him. She stared at me with a look of pure hatred, and then she charged. I have to say, I admire her courage. Coming at me, head on, with absolutely no fear, she almost looked like a true highblood.

Too bad I killed her. I know that she died. I shot a hole straight through her middle. And I have to admit, it felt good, to actually get some blood on my hands. To add a murder to my name.

I attacked The Green-blood just for the heck of it. I let The Gray-one live to prove a point. Princes have a certain reputation to uphold, and I wasn’t about to let someone else take the credit for my kill. So, I left him to be my witness. Let that teach the lowbloods a lesson.

But somehow, The Green-blood didn’t die. No, she persevered. I’m actually very impressed. She flew at me with the exact same look on her face as my moirail. A look of hatred, and just a touch of excitement. Maybe that’s the look all creatures get in their eyes when they’re about to die.

I’ll never know, though, since now I’m dead, too. Maybe she saw the look in my eyes when she killed me.

I hope not though, because that would ruin my reputation.

Because I’m the Prince of Hope, emphasis on the prince. I can’t have people dirtying my name by forgetting my title. And if I can’t elicit hope, then I’m sure as hell going to elicit fear. Besides, fear’s a lot easier to come by.

My name is Eridan Ampora, and I am a monster.

And, unsurprisingly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.