Prologue
My dear reader, I must warn you now, what you are about to read is not a happy tale.
No, it is a story of tragedy and loss. It is a picture painted in sorrow and innocent blood. These words will make you question what it even means to be human. For what is more human than sin?
And that is what our story is about, after all. It is the portrait of sin committed in the worst of ways.
It t'was not the sin of lust, or anger, or greed or sloth. No, this story carries the sin of something much darker... the sin of love.
For one to contemplate the nature of sin, they must first understand the nature of man. And it is when such things are pondered that the lines begin to blur. No longer are things black and white. No longer is there truth and lies. No longer does good prevail over evil. No longer are actions justified or done without reason.
Good men are laid bare to show the wicked desires beneath, just as bad men are torn open to reveal good intentions.
The question is asked, what is it that makes a monster, and what is it that makes a man?
When all things are laid bare, when all masks are burn, then do we see the truth.
And the truth is this, we are all monsters in our own right. All creatures of the night wallowing in our own darkness, held at bay by the strings of humanity tying us down. Our two natures struggle in an endless tug-o-war, forever meant to battle. In the end, the monster always wins
Only, it is not man that the monster crushes, but dogs. For man, and man alone, has the right to kill a monster...