An Introduction To A Gargoyle

Let's get one thing straight: I'm not.

Okay, that was a terrible intro, but my husband dared me to say it. Anyway, here's the real beginning.

My name is Henri Rayleigh Stone, and I am gay. But I am more than that. I am a loving husband, a doting father to my daughter, and a follower of the Dark Lord. I am also a gargoyle shape shifter than can crush even the sturdiest of rocks and break the hardest of bones.

What is a gargoyle shifter? Well, we're like actual humans. Except we have a gargoyle form, a beast of blood and stone. We can shift from these forms, but most of take the forms of humans to help blend in with society. Sounds terrible, but with the media portraying gargoyles as the terrifying and blood thirsty monsters, it's something that we have to deal with.

Enough about my species. Here's me.

I was born in an isolated forest in France, far away from human society to my parents. My father Isaac was Irish and had an extreme detest for society and just how things were ran in general. He preferred being with nature, enjoying the freshness our Dark Lord has provided us. I guess you can say he was an anarchist.

My French mother Agathe was more okay with how government and all that crap ran the world, but did enjoy the isolation of the woods. She loved Isaac dearly...

Yet I hated them both.

They never showed me love, nor seemed to care a few years after I was born. My father would constantly berate me for even the smallest of mistakes while my mother ignored my pleas for help whenever I was injured or crying after an argument with my father.

There are other things that the two did, but I don't want to get too graphic about it since the events give me bad memories, and I have to suffer nightmares caused by the actions by them both.

I left them at age seventeen and headed on my journey across the continent of Europe. I traveled to many different countries before I caught a boat in Denmark that was en route to Sweden. I snuck aboard, and later shifted into my gargoyle form and flew off when the boat finally came to the port.

It was there, deep in the lovely forests of the Scandinavian country that twenty-two year old me found an abandoned mine. A salt mine to be exact. That was my home for a good three years. Then I noticed a large, imposing building, way in the back when I was skinning rabbits.

That building was a Satanic church.

It was in that church where I met a faithful Brother, who would become my lover then husband. It was in that church I became a Brother of Sin myself, devoted to the Dark Lord.

That church saved me.

After a year or so, me and Kalvin - my boyfriend, now husband - moved out of the church and settled in a nice town in western Sweden. There, we got a house and had a small child. I should mention Kalvin is a transgender male, and still had his... female parts. I feel awkward talking about Kal's sex since it's hard to explain to a lot of people and I'm already bad at explaining things.

Anyway, that's a brief summary of me. If you're curious of what I do now, I work for a small lumber company while Kal tends to little Diana.

That's about it, really.