Behind every milestone of human history stands a monster, senile men with too much power, nuclear warfare, natural disasters, hybrids.

And you? You are his monster.

You destroy everything that stands in his way; you tear people, battalions, apart like they’re nothing but fodder for your teeth and claws to shred. You’d send half the population to the ninth layer of hell alive if he asked you to and he loved it. He needed you like a body needed a spine.

So he shouldn’t have been surprised after being just hours fresh of being captured and escorted deep underground, the door to his cell is smashed down and sent flying to the far side of the room, indenting into the wall as you alone step in with a wild set of wide eyes scanning around for him.

“Look at you, my monster, coming to find me.” He doesn’t say anything more, grimly grinning ear to ear, he expected you. Even with his hands bound, face bruised and a little bloody, clothes torn in some places, oh, how glad he was to see vicious you.