The Beast

The beast was nasty and cold. Its heart was solid rock. Its skin was grotesque and peeling. It smelled of abuse and failure. Its body was gigantic. It was as big as building. It fed off of the souls of those around it for he was much to cowardly to eat the souls of those who could resist. It lived in a dark, moist, and desolate cave. Its name was Dreadful. Dreadful had a family. A partner and two offspring. He growled nasty things about all of them. Cursed with having to endure his own misery. But misery loves company. If Dreadful was miserable, everyone else had to be  as well. Dreadful had a partner called Forlorn. She was not as big as Dreadful was; however, her heart was just as cold. Forlorn was co-dependent and lacked her own sense of self worth. When she was just a babe, she was abandoned by her own. Meeting Dreadful helped her to recover from her disastrous past. She felt that she owed him the world. So much so, that she compromised her own self respect to the benefit of his ego. She was Forlorn. The offspring were called independence and Innocence. Independence was of age yet still dependent on his family. His spirit was bright, funny, and loving. Independence hated his parents. They were just so different from him. His co-dependent mother never wanted him to leave the cave because she was so consumed by her possessive ways. His father criticized him constantly thinking that he was helping him be  better person, but in reality, he was doing the exact opposite. Everything that Dreadful said was accepted in the cave. Even when he was wrong, he was right. He was narcissistic, egocentric, and his inflated sense of self worth was so gigantic, he could infect anyone with his attitude from a mile away. He insisted that he was always right and criticized others for their ignorance yet failed to see the hypocrisy within himself. The abused often times become the abuser. This happens when said abused soul becomes submissive to their less than fortunate circumstances. They let the circumstance win over them and change them for the worst. There only two types of souls in this world, the ones who rise in the face of hardship  or those who let it destroy them_

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

I'd do away with the first mention of Forlorn's handle. Just to ramp up the effect of the "She was Forlorn" line.
Chuck in the daughter UltraManipulative and the creepy neighbour WeirdCatGuy and this would make a great series.