Medusa was a vile, cunning, cold-hearted witch. She was cruel and very willing to preform what was probably the most forbidden and dangerous experiment that could ever be done. And she very willingly did it on her own son.
But maybe, that's why he found himself so attracted to her.
When Spirit had found out, he had cried. The loving fool had cried, bawled even, at the image of such thing happening to his dear little daughter, just like any dotting parent would. Stein could only wish that he could one day be like that. That he could cry with pity and disgust because someone had decided to torture their own child.
But all he could think was, "Wonderful! She's mad, just like me!"
It was a warped excitement that shot through him and he knew everyone he knew, everyone he worked with, all of his friends, would disapprove of such excitement. But he couldn't help himself. No matter how bad of an excuse that was, it was true.
He couldn't help himself. He was mad, insane even, and her being the producer of most of the madness in the world at the moment wasn't really helping.
He knows what he has to do. He knows that he will reject the witch Medusa. He has to. But he can't help but be a little intrigued. What would letting the madness devour him be like? Could it possibly be more pleasing that just being slightly mad, but have to hide that part of yourself away from everyone?
"Come with me. I can make everything better. I can give you everything you ever wanted."
And for a second he hesitates. Wouldn't surrendering to Medusa be so much better? Couldn't she make all the pain go away, just as she promised?
But somewhere deep in his consciousness, he knew he would choose Lord Death over her. He had to. Because somewhere deep in his consciousness he knew that Lord Death would prevail and the witch Medusa would be vanquished.
And if he were to die fighting, he wanted to die fighting for the right cause.
