Here we are again! I'd like to thank Swiftwing101 for reviewing the last chapter, and with that out of the way, let's get started.

What's...going on...? This weird feeling... It's the same as yesterday. Which means...I was dreaming of my Monsters again!

I watched a man and a beast meet.

The man, a hero, was here to atone for his actions; if he can obtain the cattle the beast was guarding and bring it back to his king, then he would be rewarded with immortality...and he could live with a clear conscience. It will be impossible for him not to long to see his children and wife, who he killed when the queen of gods had cursed him, but it will ease his pain, even if just by a little, for eternity.

The beast, a two-headed dog, whose brother was the fabled hound of Hades, stood in the hero's way for one, simple reason: it was his duty to guard the cattle of his master, to stop anyone from stealing or hurting them. The hero became his enemy the moment he set foot on this island.

So the man and the beast fought fiercely. And in the end, redemption won; with one blow from his wooden club, the hero landed a fatal hit on the watchdog, and he fell to the ground in defeat. For a couple of seconds, the man stared at the beast with pity, but he moved on before he could feel regret, too.

He couldn't stand up, the beast realized, obviously confused. Everything hurt...and it was getting hard to keep his eyes open, too. Was he...falling asleep? Ah, that's bad. He mustn't go to sleep while somebody was trying to steal the cattle. If he did, his master and the herdsman will scold him...and they're so scary when they're angry. But...it was no use. He couldn't continue the fight.

I'm sorry, he thought as he felt regret for the first time in his life, for he failed to carry out his only task. When he closed his four eyes, his life was snuffed out. Why did a good, royal dog like him have to die in such a way? A hero that kills an innocent child didn't sound right!

I won't accept it, my hands hid my eyes from this twisted truth. A hero's supposed to save the innocent, not kill them. Nobody can sugarcoat murder, not even a hero!

When I lowered my eyes, I stared at a handsome, young man. We were in a forest, and he was picking up blackberries from a small shrub and placing them in his basket. He sported a happy expression because he had found some fruits out in the wild without much effort; for a poor fellow like him, this was a lucky occurrence.

A twig suddenly snapped, causing the man to look in the direction the sound came from. His eyes widened when he saw a woman, who was staring back at him in surprise while holding a basket in her hands. Her beauty matched that of the dress she was wearing, and for a second, both of them held their breath, mesmerized by the other's appearance.

For the woman, it was love at first sight. They met regularly after that, and each time they talked- well, only the man talked since she was mute, so she replied with body language- and she discovered more about him, her love grew.

For the man, on the other hand...

SLAP

My eyes widened in anger as he slapped the woman over a cheek, causing her to lose balance and fall to the ground. We were in the charcoal burner's cabin, and I was forced against my will to watch him regard her as nothing more than garbage.

"By that dress, I thought you were a noble, but it turns out you're just a poor wretch like me." the man sighed in exasperation. He gestured to the door while walking towards his kitchen. "You know the way out."

The woman finally raised her head, staring at his back in anger...and sadness. Humans were so hideous to her. They smile and laugh and address others with kindness, but they always hide their true face by using lies. They lie to their family, friends, and society—but for them, it's common sense. As long as they can live a happy life, humans are prepared to wear a mask. Like this man: he wanted to live an easy life by using her as a cash cow, and to that end, he lied to her, manipulated her, and he was going to bed with her. For the first time, she could see the man for who he really was: a monster.

She scoffed. And they dare call us monsters, she thought as anger completely took over. She stood up and grasped the man's arm, and the tip of her fingers started glowing. He gasped in surprise and fear, but before he could free himself or even call for help, his energy was drained by pine tree Mary and he fell to the ground helplessly.

Why? I asked myself in desperation. Why won't anyone...

A sudden roar startled me, and I turned around. This time, I was floating before an injured, eight-headed and eight-tailed dragon that was fighting a losing battle against a wild, impetuous god. All that sake he had drunk wasn't helping him, in fact, one might say it was his undoing. But he couldn't stop himself from drinking it all, after all, he loved alcohol—and the taste of flesh, too, which was what put him in this situation to begin with.

Sometimes...it's hard to suppress certain urges. Like the need to consume flesh. That's why he offered a deal to that elderly couple of gods: sacrifice one daughter to him every year to save the others and themselves. It would've been so much easier for him to just kill them all, but his goodwill got the better of him. He knew that wasn't enough to justify his actions; he won't make excuses.

But...I believe it was inevitable...this retribution, the dragon thought begrudgingly as he raised his heads, looking at something behind me. As in response, my body turned around, allowing me to see his opponent flying down towards us with a sword in his hand, ready to sever one of the dragon's heads.

W-Wait...! I thought in panic. He...He knows what he did was wrong...! But because of his nature, he can't escape from such cruel needs! Y-You're a god, aren't you!? You from all beings should know a way to circumvent that!

Much to my distress, the god couldn't hear me, and I started crying out of frustration.

Tell me the reason why all of you are mean to the Mythorrors! I screamed in my mind—

SLASH

I woke up with a loud gasp, holding my neck to make sure it wasn't bisected by the god's blade and with tears falling from my eyes. Dammit, all of that felt so real... I needed a minute to steady my breathing.

"Dying in your sleep?" Demiurge's voice greeted me.

"Y-Yeah..." I mumbled while side glancing at my Duel Disk. They're sentient beings, too...

So why?

Hero, man, god...why won't anyone consider their feelings?

Before I end this chapter, there are some things I'd like to clarify regarding Yamatochi's myth since I took some liberties with it and I'm planning to introduce "Mythorror" Shuten-doji later on.

Our Yamatochi is the one that appears in the Nihon Shoki, who is defeated by Susanoo but manages to flee to the Ōmi Province, where he'll have a child (that being Shuten-doji) with a human girl. I couldn't find any details if he falls asleep or not after drinking all the sake in this version, so I guess it's safe to assume I made up the fact he fights Susanoo, albeit drunk, but I guess it makes it more valid he was able to escape. It also allowed me to end the chapter the way it did, so it's a win-win for me.

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