SuicideRun

I am a soldier. I faced monsters of war, changed internally from the never ending sight of the dead and wounded. ‘I’ll never love...’ I swore to my friends. But now I question that decision. Was it possible to even try to follow that swear? No. I think I’ve already fallen...

I know what they all say, "You'll love your mate!" or "They will be your perfect match!" I have to say, the truth, none of that shit is true. Reality sucks and mates can die. You'll never meet a dead person, unless you're rich and can convince a God or Necromancer to bring back what should stay dead. Honestly? In the end, you have to kill what was fated to love you. But worse than death, I think, would be having more than one mate. For example, having five, because one of the Gods decided, "How fun would it be to make a creature with many parts? With a Wolf, a Vampire, a Lion, a Succubus, and a Angel? Would that be fucked up and fun?" And so they did it, here I am. The scarred and fucked up creature of the woods. I know who my Mates are, all of them have met before. Two of them think they are mates; well, I guess in a way they are mates. One of them is an Alpha who doesn’t know what to do with her life. The wildest of them decided that finding me would make her 'whole.' The last one, well, she is barely keeping it together. I'm only one person, I can't take care of and love five very different people. Call me a bitch, but I don't want to ruin the lives they've lived so far. And I know, the word ‘Love’ is all you need. But isn’t it better if what you love lives?