Prelude
Warning!
This story will hold mature language, content, slash, OCC-ness, OCs, and exaggerations of epic proportions! Nothing about this story is Canon or sane and you'll probably be left in a constant state of "what the fucK?". Now I also can't tell you that it'll be epic or worth the read so read at your own risk and any complaints will be read and (maturely) ignore.
Questions, though, will be answered and comments too will be heard and responded to.
So if any of this is not your cup of tea I suggest hitting the back button ASAP.
Love?
What is love?
It's the stuff of fairytales and magic. The reason fathers lock daughters in towers and heroic knights face ferocious fire-breathing dragons. For love. For the spell. So that the spell can be broken by love—by true love.
What is love?
It's the stuff of harsh reality and illusions. The reason the stalker follows the girl and the funeral is held on the weekend. For love. For sickness. Because love is an illusion that can draw a man to kill and the family can do nothing more than mourn their lost love.
What is love?
Its pain and pleasure, loss and gain, big and small.
It can bring together a family as well as it can destroy one. It can drive a mother to forgive and a father to seek pleasure in his lover.
What is love?
It's the evilest thing to exist on this planet and yet…
It's also the best.
