Long lived the God of Pain , Klaus . His death was a tragic and disappointing occurrence to everyone . The shocking news still roams around the majority's
             conversation but the story behind it is a memorious tale. It is to sit back and reflect on this horrifying death due to the dark side of love.
             Klaus lived his life with the joy of carelessness. Many of the other Gods considered him to be blessed with goods,riches,beauty and women. Humorously some say that he had women under a spell because it seemed to be as if all the women's eyes were on him . For certain he had notice of this but as for him showing much interest , was nonexistent. To him women were nothing much but a sex symbol. Regardless of that , his true identity was not exposed or shown to the female heart but he was known as a deceiving liar to all Gods and Goddesses yet women still fell for his lies, words and promises that were to be broken afterwards. He felt no sorrow for all his wrong doings such as causing pain to the women that fell in love with him . The word "love" did not even exist in his vocabulary for now.
             It was one early morning that Klaus walked around the garden with meaningless thoughts boggaling his mind. He had a whole beautiful, sunny day ahead of him with no problems or worries but unsurprisingly this did not delight the young God. He was bored and miserable of his routined life . He felt as if no sparks of challenge ever sprung around to hit him over the head and test his capability for once. He was desiring this but not quite so certain of what it was referring to or what it meant. He said out loud to himself, "I wish for a challenge". He was already the strongest of all Gods , smartest , most handsome , most powerful , most rich, so was he suppose to compete against Goddesses now Immediately he dropped the thought because he wasn't even going to consider that thought. He was just running out of ideas and ...