User:Akako/legend/monologue

	Do you know who I am? No, of course you don’t. You are not of this realm, and most likely never will be. I am not a mortal like yourself; I cannot be killed. No, indeed, for I live in the very midst of the dead, but I am not among them—I rule them. How is this? I am a god. I am the god of pain, suffering, and that which ends it all: death.

'''	Hades, the god of the dead. Pah! No, no, I am the only god of the dead you will ever see. For I am the god who relieves you suffering souls of your burdens of life when you cannot bear them any further, take such beatings of the body and the mind just one more day. I am the one who saves you from that special room, just for you—dark, confining, full of black words that suck the hope from you and destroy it forever. I am the one who saves you—but you must make the first step. Free yourself with your sharp knife, free yourself…

For is that not what you want? Why else is it you would have come to me, with tears in your eyes, begging to end your miserable existence? Yes, don’t you see? If the a continuation of your tourcher is what you want, then it is not my place to cut you free of your mortal bonds and leave behind the life that you still wish to live; but is that truly the case? I thought not.

For you know as well as I that those who leave can never return, and yet is there a worse hell in all the worlds than the one you are living now? Who would miss you? Tell me honestly—do you know of any who would mourn your departure? Who would be there to tear out their hair in grief? No, there would not, would there.

My story begins thus: I came to life from the tears of Oedipus, who unknowingly was both son and husband to Epicaste. When he learned that he had committed this awful deed, sobbing in grief he tore out his own eyes and threw them to the ground. Weeping over the loss of his eyes and for the atrocity of their union, Epicaste hung herself above that very spot. Their tears fell upon the womb of stone that soon bore me.

When the sons of Chronus found me, still newly born from the rock, they knew not what to do. Mother earth would not let them destroy me as they wished to, and so they bound me and sent me to Hades, the god of the underworld and the brother who they most detested. He worked me as a servant and beat me often, for I was the only one in that desolate land who was still substantial and could feel his blows. Many a kind man is a cruel master, as you yourself know, but he was not a kind man. How ever cruel he was, though, his heart so cold could not compare to my heart of stone.