magic_fratboy

Just over a year ago, I would’ve told you, unequivocally, that I was just so much meat. I’m no pussy, never have been, but I wasn’t no hunter. I had no killer instinct, I wasn’t much of a fighter outside my kickboxing classes…I was just a guy. Nothing more.

I was a man, a simple one, too, and sometimes I mourn his passing.

When I became a predator, that man died. It’s horse shit what they say about power corrupting, it doesn’t taint anything but the mind. Power brings understanding, at least that’s what it brought me. Knowledge, comprehension…I know more than even avatars have a right to. It’s the knowing that killed the man I was, looking into the dark and hearing the voices of the men and women everywhere as they gave in to despair.

Battles, lives, worlds are won and lost on that one tiny choice. The Darkness knows that, it plays on the weakness of choice. My people play on the strength of it…and play we do. That’s how I became a hunter.

I learned to lie, cheat, and steal my way to salvation. I learned to kill for the greater good. I embraced my past lives and my true power to keep going when I thought the one thing I wanted in the world had left me for good.

I deceive with illusions. I lie to the soul just enough to make it wonder, make it question. From there, it seeks out more beauty and fills itself up until there’s no room for shadow. I cheat humans out of choice by forcing them to feel something beyond description, an emotion that hooks them like a drug. I steal victims from my enemy and set them free to live their lives and feed me power. Every dream, every desire, every wish I drink down so that I can give them more to wish for, more to dream, more to want.

I used to be human. I used to be prey.

Now, I’m an avatar. I’m a Titan. I’m a father, and soon to be a husband.

I’m a predator…and if you’re a human, pray when next I hunt, I come for you.