Pragma was a lost soul. A lost boy who craved for love, and only love. He was delusional yet realistic that he confuses everything with love, even pain.
As days bled into years, Pragma eventually grew up into a fine young lad, who's now ready to find the meaning of true love.
He kept on searching and searching and searching, until he reached a small town called Aphrodisiac. It felt so magical, a surreal place that felt dreamy.
The small town filled his voided soul with nothing else but love, but it wasn't enough. Not until he met someone, someone who changed his views. Someone who made him into a much better person. And someone who couldn't reciprocate the same type of love he's giving, Philautia.
Philautia was known for his unselfish self love. He loves himself more than anything in this world but he's not that type who forgets to show equal love with everyone. He's somewhat encouraging and forgiving, the reason why Pragma fell for him.
He's also one of the few people who leads factions that supports self healing. He's one of the few people who got the almighty goddess Aphrodite's favor, leading him into an engagement with the goddess' demigod son, Agape.
The two were fine about the engagement that they didn't tried rejecting each other's presence. They were kind off happy, specially because of their few close friends; the couple Ludus and Eros and the siblings Storge and Philia.
Pragma fell too deeply for the latter that his mind were torn to pieces. He was caged, chained with the emotions that binded him along with the small and lovely town. Not letting him go nor letting him think properly...of how things should be.
He fell into despair, deeper than before, when he found out that tomorrow's the day of his loved one's wedding. He could feel his heart breaking into pieces, his whole life shattering right before his eyes.
And the once young lad who was full of pure love and affection became someone so sinister. Someone so compulsive and obsessive. He couldn't let him go. No. Not when he already found the love of his life.
He waited and waited until the time of their wedding. He wore his white suit that the chief of the town provided for him. He was one of the main guests that they invited, mainly because of his purity, not until this day.
Pragma, sneakily bringing the rabbit mask he carved from the oak wood and painted with white paint, attended the wedding ceremony with a sweet smile painted on his face. He could feel a rough shiver of blood rush washing over his tensed body as he watches how everyone was too happy.
And at the reception, blood of innocent villagers painted the walls of the beautiful room everyone decorated for the newly-wedded couple. Pragma smiled behind the white rabbit mask that he's already wearing as his dilated eyes filled with nothing but hate hovered over the couple.
They tried to beg for him. Tried to stop him. But it was too late. He was no longer the Pragma they adored so much. For he already turned into the Mania they feared the most.
The end.
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Pragna is a lad/boy who is fine with no love, next he meets Philautia who is a boy too (according to your story) and Philautia has "unselfish self love" (I have no idea what that is).
End of the story: the love between Pragma and Philautia is checking Pragma and changing him into a person which all feared 🤔
Doesn't this mean Pragma was right about himself at the first place? It was better not to fall in love, make "deals" with Philautia about how to love and threaten each other. Philautia's "unselfish self-love" changed Pragma into a monster.
Moral: know yourself first and best. Love is not what they say it is, an illusion 🤔