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A/N: Enjoy.


He was in deep. He fell. He was tortured. He was given the truth. He was ruled over.

He didn't mean it. Any of it. But he did; just not that much. Not like this.

He wanted to be an equal. He just wanted to be recognised. He wanted to feel loved. Was that so much to ask for?

He was the god of Lies. But he was lied to. His whole world was a fucking lie. He wasn't what he thought he was. He was a monster.

His father had taken him in. No. Odin had taken in a monster. Treated him like a monster. He was never Odin's son. It all made sense. Everything.

Odin housed a monster. He treated him like a monster. So a monster he became.

He didn't want to be a monster. But he killed anyway. And the feelings left. Blue light took over everything. Comforting; revealing the truth. What he truly was.

A monster. He became a monster. He became what the stories told of his kind. He stopped caring. What for? He was a monster after all. And when defeat came, and he was shackled like the beast he was, he couldn't help but smile. Why? Because he was monster.

He didn't want to be a monster.

He was the god of Lies. But he was lied to.

He was raised a monster. He wanted to be equal. But he wasn't.

So a monster he became. And he laughs. He was tortured. Nobody cared. A blue prism wielded by a dark monster showed him the world. Gave him feelings again and a purpose, or death. He didn't want to be a monster in the end; he just wanted love from both parents.

Monsters don't feel.

They are monstrous after all.

That's what makes them monsters.

But he wasn't a monster. He cared.

The real monster in all this mess.

Was the lies, and the jealousy that raged, burned and destroyed.

But the real monster responsible was love. Love; it either creates or destroys monsters. And that is very monstrous indeed.

Fin