Chapter III - Two Serpents

A left and right Serpent. He had two enormous horns. They didn’t point upwards like a devlish kind of away… they were too big for that. Instead they would go up, do a semicircle, and come back down describing what it looked like an “S”. Both possessed a deep black colour, and were covered with some strange markings.
Those markins were the ones that puzzled him most.
Even though he wasn’t able to read those strange markings, he would feel comforted and reassured by them. There was a time where he spent entire days drawing, researching them, trying to pronounce those strange marks… But their meanning, as well as to the who’s, and whys, of his predicament, got lost in the fog of his mind.
So tired of chasing the giants of his mind, he just let them sleep for now.

Chapter II - The Beauty Lies…

After that introduction, you might think that this “monster” was surely an horrific beast, ghastly beast, and you’re right… by human standards, that is.
Truth be told… for a scorned out monster, he was fairly beautiful...
His skin was, with a purple, bluish kind a look, very soft and clean.
Even with the hardship of the way he lived, always running, fighting and struggling for survival, he harboured a magnificent stoic look. One that brougth some sort of nobility, one, that brought an impending curse of jealously over him.
In fact by night, bathed by the kind gentle mantle of moonlight, if you would only catch a glimpse of him, you might think that he was a very handsome man on his late twenties tall and well built…
You would only notice, by night, that he was “different”, because of four distinct things...

Chapter I - "Monster"

Once upon a time, there was a true horrific monster that had a limp and was deaf from one hear.
Like all known monsters (if “monster” is truly the correct term) he was shunned and feared by all the humans (if “human” is truly the correct term).
Probably, the main reason for his handicap, was due to that “love” (lets call it “hate” shall we?), for the single fact of his herm… shall we say… “exotic” aspect. He wasn’t truly sure how he had gotten that huge limp… or why he couldn’t hear from the right hear… but he was sure on why he had those handicaps… Hate and fear by someone.
Who? He just doesn’t remember.
Maybe his mind had just simply chose to shut down, to the whys, and whos, of his predicaments.
All that ghastly pain that cruelly befell him just wasn’t worth being remembered.
So he lived in hiding and on the run ever since he woke up on a bloody dark alley...
Hiding from all the aversive eyes of the “normal people”, running from his own shadowy figure for over 333 springs...
Even though he lived that long, ever since he woke up beaten to a pulp, he felt that he has liven, far more than that… a lot more!