Death

I am Mor'du.

That's what they call me now.

Or it was until I killed them.

I killed them all.

My brothers.

My family.

My kingdom.

Everyone.

Dead.

They even tasted good.

I am as strong as ten men.

The witch granted my wish.

If only I could find eleven men together at once, it might be enough.

They fear me.

That is good.

They are supposed to fear me.

I am Death.

I am ancient.

I am legend

I am myth.

I crave death and release.

I am a beast.

The Beast.

If I kill the red haired poppet, they will hunt me.

They may even bring enough men to kill me.

End my pain.

The mother and poppet run, it doesn't matter, men hunt me.

There aren't enough but I will make them remember me forever.

I bite the leg of the big one, tasty and crunchy.

I throw him away.

Let them come and follow me into my forest world.

They can kill me if there are enough of them.

I will wait and watch and if they gather in sufficient numbers I will attack them.

Maybe they can kill me

And end my pain.

I am Mor'du

Death


Author's Note: They pulled off a Suicide-By-Cop onscreen in a princess movie. Wow.