All this talk of Seelie and unseelie, Fae and common sorcerer tricks. It all makes me sick. Humans have so little imagination. There's no spark in them – no fire, no life. No – they're dead. Simply drifting along, waiting for the end of their time. Oh, it will come. It has to. All but the gods have an ending, just as we all had a beginning.
They did get one thing right though – I'm more than just a king, and I'm certainly not human. See, gods and their children take on any form they want. Fae indeed. How dare mortal limit me to such a meaningless, insignificant race? They're nothing more than a blip on the radar. As a child born of Chaos, you think these mortals would show a little more respect. Maybe that's why I craved her so much – she would dare to defy when others would simply roll over and accept it. Oh, she's no gift. Nothing special. Just...stubborn and imaginative. I suppose that is why I so desired to break the wild creature and mold her in to the creature warming my bed. Obedient, reserved and quiet...she is everything she should be and she will continue to be so until I tire of her. What she does then...when she is no longer of use, I'll let the others take her. My family always did like to share toys, though I never really got in to the habit of it. Call me a selfish brat, but why should I share? After all, I am God.
I suppose I should tell you the story of how we got here. The story of how my Labyrinth's champion became my harlot, plaything and mother to my heirs. Do not think it will be happy at any point. I've no love for the woman, only what she can provide me with.
I swear, it will be longer as it progresses. This is just a really basic, really short prologue. Like I've already stated (admittedly through Jareth), it won't be all happy. It will be dark, but I think Jareth is quite a dark character. He strikes me as having quite a mean streak when bested, and Sarah beat his Labryinth. I really do think it's going to have struck a nerve. So yeah – unhappy story to follow. Maybe I'll do a happy one if I do another. Remember – the faster you review, the faster I update.
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