I have always been a bit of a mythology geek. Okay, maybe more than a bit. My favorite classes in high school were English and Latin. English for obvious reasons, Latin because I loved mythology. The gods and goddesses of Latin and Greek mythology were a randy bunch. They killed with impunity, slept with whoever they wanted and wreaked general havoc.
They were blamed for everything from the fall of Troy to crop failures. They could transform themselves into anything they wanted, from bulls to showers of gold. They controlled the weather, threw lightning bolts as weapons and occasionally ate their own children. Ew, I know.
Creatures of all types inhabit mythology, as well. Satyrs, unicorns, witches, shapeshifters. Nymphs. And more evil, darker things. Baby-eating ogres. Demons from the Underworld.
In the darkness, the myths and monsters have free reign to play and pillage. Only the heroes stand between us and them.
Sometimes the heroes live in the darkness too. They have their flaws and their personal demons. But they (usually) manage to save the day and the damsel in distress.
My favorite myths involve lovers, though most of those stories don't end well. Orpheus fails to save Eurydice. Leda is raped by Zeus. Juno was always killing off women who looked at Jupiter the wrong way.
Murder, mayhem and sex. A perfect recipe for myths. And for the dark of an October night.