Pariah's Trust

Once he'd been able to hope, to walk forward towards the beacons of heroism; looming over his quirkless self. Gods turned men. But he saw it now, while everyone clambered in their foot steps; their cosmetic shine a front for their twisted, hideous insides. He wanted to go back, to hope, to heroism. But he couldn't, now there was only him, a Devil and Spite