Ever since the world was changed, the cold embrace of darkness had become far more dangerous than it should have been. The night sky that covered the Earth was now a playground for new horrors. All of whom slowly got their senses as they figured out their purpose in their new world.

  One of those monsters was no different from the rest that came from the veils of magic and its ecosystem. A horror that came from the womb of a magical dimension with a thirst for human suffering and perpetual torment, but he wanted answers. To understand what he was and what he was made to become. He went to the church the town gathered around during the day with a sliver of hope in his goat-like eyes.

  He stood before the cross, his ostrich-like legs shaking as if he felt a godly presence before his chimera form. During the sermon, the monster noticed that the people in the church put their hands together to pray. Maybe to communicate with God or to show respect, he wasn’t sure exactly, but he decided to replicate it in case someone, or something, would listen to his grievances. His three fingers on each hand entangled each other while he looked up at the cross.

  ‘Can you hear me?’ He whispered, waiting for a response that never came. ‘I need help. Father… father? Uh, Lord Above. I need your help.’

  Taking a heavy breath, the monster sighed before continuing. ‘I don’t understand. I came into this world a month ago from an unknown womb. For weeks, I searched for my creator-mother, but I found myself alone in this world that rightfully fears me. Everything fears me. I never spoke a word to them, nor do I know how I can speak so clearly, but I know the tongue of humans. I know all of them! I can understand and communicate with people who are very different from me. How can I exist? Why do I exist? There is nothing about me that makes sense. Not with a body that I was born with. With sharp claws, boundless strength, and a horrid appearance. I am not alike anything here.’

  ‘I came into this world without a name. But I have a feeling… a desire.’ The monster knelt before the cross before looking over his shoulder. ‘I have these feelings, Lord Above. My mind itches with a want to cause harm to every human I see. There is a voice that tells me to do something and make them all suffer for the simple fact that they exist before me. But why? Why was I brought into this world to do that? The priest tells everyone about how much of a loving God you are, but why would a loving God give me these wants and desires in the first place? How can you, the creator of all, make someone like me?’

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  Distraught, he lightly pats his vaquita-like face. ‘I’m hideous. A monstrous being with the need to harm, kill, and multiply. Why would you give the knowledge to grow and multiply in the most horrid manner possible? When a loving God such as you made me, why must I yearn for their suffering? It shouldn’t be the case when we are all made to be loved. I know wolves will kill to eat, but I am no wolf. No, I am worse than the animals that roam the earth. There is no purpose to my instinct when all it achieves is to bring evil to the world and break it!’

  He waited and waited. But all he got was silence. Minutes became hours as he tried to listen to the quiet choir. Yet all he could do was cry a single tear, knowing that God would not answer his prayers. Least not from a monster of evil.

  ‘You want me to act out my desires, do you?’ The monster said bitterly aloud. ‘Is that my purpose, to prove that there is no loving God? Do I need to be a tool for untold suffering and ensuring that torment thrives for future generations? Why must I, a nameless being, be given a heartless task when humanity can fulfil that purpose on their own?’

  Furious, he stood up. His claws retracted while he glared at the statue of Mary. ‘I am alone on this quest. To be cursed with the knowledge of my existence and understanding what I must do. What I want to do. Maybe that is the answer to my burning question? No, perhaps not. A faceless and uncaring God didn’t bother to speak to me in my time of need. Perhaps someone else will answer my question.’

  He looked around the church and grinned. ‘The house of God is made with the hands of men. All of that needs to change. They said that evil would be smitten down if they set foot here. Instead, I was welcomed with open arms. Maybe I am not evil, or my desires are a taboo topic. Perhaps it is the ultimate good.’