Do you remember the days you poured over a brightly adorned, prime colored paperback book filled with the victories and follies of certain superhuman entities? The days you ran about outside on the front lawn with a dish towel tied to your back pretending you could fly or smash through buildings? Can you picture the millions of dollars spent upon entertainment with caped crusaders upon the film strips crashing through buildings and clasping tightly to the damsel in distress? Well strike it all from your mind. This is not a story of Right concurring over Wrong. The good guy does not beat the bad man to a bloody pulp. This is not a tale of true love triumphing over all with a happy ending on top. This is a story about a man. To the public at large he is a soft spoken young man who is shy but kind. To the darkness and slithering demons of the night he is the wicked and terrible satin that plagues the world. There is no internal struggle of whether he is good or bad. He knows who he is and he knows what he wants. There is no question of whether he will do what is right or wrong for he has chosen his fate and will never falter. There is only the question of at what point does the end no longer justify the means? Because Dorian Gates is not the 'Hero' of this story. He is the Villain. "If this is the world the gods have ordained me to live in, then I will never regret one moment within which I destroy it." *Warning: ManxMan if you do not like then do not read.