Why do I hate humans? They're weak, pathetic, and worthless. They can't even put up a good fight. At least, that's what I tell everyone. But they don't know the real reason… and maybe they'll never know. Maybe it's better that way. They would only feel sorry for me. I don't need their pity. I don't need their comfort. I don't need anything.
But I still long for her touch and I still long to hear her voice and smell her sweet scent. I still long to hunt with her and cook fresh meat over the fire with her… But thanks to them, I can no longer have her. I can no longer hold her when she cries and I will never see her smile again.
I still remember the night that it happened…
I was out hunting one night, just about to kill a rather large rabbit, when I caught the scent of blood. It took me a moment to recognize whose blood it was, but once I realized it was hers, I wasted no time in finding her. When I did, however, it was already too late. A small group of soldiers were in a clearing, some of them wielding swords and spears with what I knew to be her blood on them. I waited behind some trees until they left before running to her still, lifeless body. Even though I knew her to be dead, I still shook her gently, calling her, praying that she'd wake up and assure me that everything was alright. But she did no such thing. She simply stared up at the sky with lifeless eyes, blood slowly dripping from her mouth and nose. I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away. No, I would not cry. She would not want me to. I gently closed her eyes, and then went about burying her, putting a small branch in the ground to mark her grave site. It was then that I swore revenge on the humans that killed one of the few women I would ever love.
After many months of searching, I finally began to lose hope of ever finding those soldiers. I had looked almost everywhere, but they always seemed to avoid me. But fate soon came into play as she arrived. She came to my castle with her father, which, I noted, was the commander of the soldiers that I was looking for. I thought this was my chance to get my revenge, but I realized that killing him now would have consequences later, so I decided to wait. I wanted to see him suffer for what he did, and he was conveniently leaving his daughter here, all alone, in the hands of a powerful demon. I could use this to my advantage, I thought. It would take some planning, but it would give me the pleasure of seeing him lose one of the only women in his life, just as he killed one of the women in my life.
But amongst my planning, things began to change. The one man I respected in my life began to fall in love with her. I could see it, and I could see that she loved him as well. I should've killed her, before it was too late, but her guards were not easy to sneak past, and fighting them would wake everyone up. And then they married. The man I respected and the woman I hated decided to marry and bring an abomination into the world. Yes, she was pregnant, and he was very happy about it.
But, again, fate took my side as he fought another man over her, and the burning building collapsed on both of them. Now she was unprotected, as well as her new-born child. This child, a half-breed, was a disgrace to humanity, and his mother was considered "unclean," and they both deserved to be destroyed. I watched from the shadows as they burned her, but the child managed to escape, and he still lives to torment me.
Father, why did you have to marry the daughter of the man that killed my mother? Why did you have to disgrace our family honor by bringing a half-breed into existence? Why do you favor him more than me?
Why?