The name is Mercer. Alex Mercer…
, some call him. A demon. A killer, an animal.
They're all correct. Thief of faces, devourer of flesh. Something that was never meant to be.
But did anyone ever ask the monster what it felt? Did anyone acknowledge
that it, too, could feel – this eldritch amalgamation of our collective horrors, this formless, hungry Frankenstein? Did any wonder if it, too, dreamt of something else?
There are things they don't know; things they never can and never will. A dark history eclipses an even darker purpose that never was, a prerogative he ripped himself free of in the vainest hopes of redemption. And there is a bond, a single face to which he ties every bit of whatever passes for his damaged soul. A single person that he'd give anything for, all in the name of a family that never was.
Maybe I was always going to be a monster. Heh, look at me. A monster. I'm not gonna deny it.
But I never had a chance to be anything else.
I think I regret it, sometimes…
I slew my mother and stole her crown
Then cursed her name and cast it down
And burned her kingdom to the ground
Hatched as a Pirate Draik on 3/21/13, as the 33,849th hatched draik.
Painted Fire on 3/28/13 at 6:30:00 NST.
like to think you're invincible. But you haven't seen anything yet.
Get over it. If I can move on after all that's happened, so can you
Huh. Well, you'd
know something about being hunted down for a crime you didn't commit.
Thank you so much, Saria!
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