MotivatedSloth

To be a hero is a curse, not a blessing. 

It's a simple truth Leon learned in the most painful of ways. He heroically slaughtered all the enemies of his president. Heroically purged those who opposed his master. And heroically brought doom to those who cried under the boot of the world's dictator. 

Leon saw the death of his family; a result of the events he set in motion himself. He saw his beloved city turn into ruins, scorched by the radioactive flames of the nuke he set off. 

His title was as cheap as his life. And in the only act of rebellion he could find, he heroically put an end to his life...

And the world he helped to destroy. 

'All of this happened... But why am I hearing a self-entitled voice calling me a failure?' Leon couldn't help but ponder. 'No, that's not it...' he quickly corrected himself. 

'How can I hear anything if I evaporated in the wake of the nuke I detonated myself?'

Bloodmancer: Hero of Ruin

'This is a lot of information already,' Leon thought, glancing over at the girl while she digested his comment. 'But I just can help but crave for more,' he realized. 


Leon took a deep breath and stretched his hands to the back before resting the back of his head on them. 


'Are those my habits acting up?' he thought, gritting his teeth. 'I guess you can move someone from the shadow corps, but you can never move shadow corps from someone,' he thought, squinting his eyes in mute fury. 


What the world's dictator did to him… wasn't limited to just the slavery of flesh. Even now, in a completely different world, Leon was still shackled by the things that bastard of a man forced him to go through. 


And no matter how much he wished to deny it, he couldn't refuse his mind worked in a certain way. 


Momin towers