Shame of despair

There is a shard of the Creator in every being.

But not everyone knows what to do with it.

He did not come for glory.

He never asked for this life.

He was cast into this world — a fragment torn from another realm, another will.

And now this world… will be saved by him, or fall by his hand.

You can’t call him a hero.

Not yet a monster either.

He walks the path of light because he remembers pain.

But with every death,

every evil he fails to stop in time,

something else begins to grow inside him.

Sharper.

Merciless.

In his eyes — a world unworthy of forgiveness.

In his heart — a despair that has not yet smothered the last embers of hope.

Only one thing remains unknown:

When the moment of choice comes —

Will he remain the one others follow… or become the flame that devours all?

— A story of one who was never meant to be a hero.

But could become a god.

Or an executioner.



ps. I will post this story also on RoyalRoad.com