When you are so impressed, obsessed, maybe even possessed by something, you start to see it everywhere.
Daily life becomes obsolete as you dream of it, every day you become more and more drawn to it.
Love at first sight, obsession with first touch.

For people, money.
For Monsters, it is a key factor of their personality. To let themselves become overtaken by their deepest desire.
They know it in their hearts that it is only that they want, to indulge in it indefinitely. To maybe even become this erosion of their minds.
Like a canvas filled with only black, nothing more to add to it.
Such Monsters are rare and make the absolute elite in the field they chose.
Such Monsters do exist.

The word “Monster” is a bad one. Asociated with bad bad things. But they choose it anyway. Maybe they even like being bad.
Best comparison would be a hero in reverse. Someone who goes out of their way to complete what is dear to them.
But no Monster is a Hero, Heros help others, save others… Monster‘s desire is obviously a greedy one.

What separates people from Monsters is that Monster‘s goals are more often then not based on something impossible.
The bigger picture, what comes after success. What is scary is that no Monster ever said something like “I want to help the world” There is no such desire in their hearts for that. That is a Hero’s job.

A true Monster would know that there are no Hero. Just Monsters.
A harsh truth it is, no one is saving anyone, no one is that what makes this world “good”
For it isn’t.

And if it is a good world, filled with good God and anything dear to people, Monsters would seek to destroy it.

Such was the dream of some Monster who died knowing he succeeded in the premise of being bad. It is a shame that his only desire was to raise hell, but yet he succeeded in it. He became the very hell he swore to make and died with it. Happily.
There are still some followers of this Monster. Etched in their minds that he may return and bring them their long awaited hell.