Cthulhu

I am a monster, that is true. I'm not afraid to admit it. And I'll use the fear people have about me against them. Not to hurt them, no, but to keep them away from me. I wasn't always a monster, though. I used to be human. But the love of my life got herself in trouble and sold my life to keep herself safe. That was hundreds of years ago. Now I roam the earth, unable to move on. I hate people, especially the humans. The humans act all holy, but they're just like the monsters and supernaturals. My life was calm and regular until today. I was walking in the forest when I heard the howl of a baby werewolf. Well, it wasn't a baby, but it was obviously a kid howling. Then I heard gunshots.