AN/This story I originally posted on Wattpad but decided why not pot it here to. double comments = double inspiration/AN

Prologue

I always enjoyed doing it, but I could never understand why. It hurt people, it killed others. It was bloody and made people vomit. I guess I was just never fazed by it.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves here. First you should know my title. Now you're probably wondering why I don't give you my name. Well, I don't have one. And if I did I would've forgotten it by now.

People call me destroyer, Monsters call me savior. Now most people don't know what I am talking about. That's OK, A lot of you will never truly understand even if you know.

Now the demigods though. They leave me alone, in a way. You see, they know about me but they have never met me. They have seen me but never heard my voice. They have always called me 'The Last One'

They are wrong I am not the last I am merely the only one they know of. There are dozens of us. We are known as 'The First Ones' kind of ironic right? We were the first humans to be separated by Zeus. Our father Prometheus hid us and gave us immortality.

We cherished this gift by helping him with his inventions we are fireproof. We each have the domain of a god. Now the rest of my kind lives happy and carefree in a secret underground city beneath mount Olympus. Why? Because it is the once place they are too stupid to look.

So why am I not with them hey? Well I was cast out because of my 'Monsters' Domain. They thought that having this domain would make me a monster myself so out I go, because no one wants to deal with a monster.

I made it my mission to make a safe haven for monsters were they can live peacefully without having to worry about demigods killing them for so called glory. More like the knowledge that they killed something someone else couldn't.

So when a dear friend of mine got killed by demigods I went and killed the demigod. I found it fun so every time a demigod killed a monster under my protection, I killed them.

At first it was just a stab through the heart but then I started getting more brutal. I started slitting the throat and watching them drown in their own blood. Then I started gutting them. Then I had the ingenious idea of hanging them and carving into them the name of the monster they killed. Then it got boring making so much rope so then I decided why not gut them keeping them alive and hang them by their own intestines while feeding them their own shit straight out of their large intestine all the while they are choking on their own blood with 2 fingers missing and the name of the monster carved deep into their back.

The first time they found my victim they straight out puked all over it then passed out. I don't know why because I thought it was beautiful.

Nowadays the only thing you will find is the skull, flayed clean of skin, the brain removed and carved into the skull you will see the monsters name/names, a forest clearing painted red with blood, Intestines hanging from the trees as decorations. The brain cooked on a stake over a fire made from bodily limbs.

I enjoy hearing them scream for help even though it won't come and I love my work so much I even made a knife from bone.