Steel Refugee
"A mere hunting dog," he mocked aloud.
A life lived not for himself, but to satiate his god's will, an inquisitor—the thing he saw as his purpose, his only purpose.
From fables, such beings are spoken of with reverence and awe. A person of incomparable noble steed, one who lived with altruism and noble offset, without vice.
Ironic, that same fool...No. THE pathetic shit-headed boy he truly was!
Naïve he was.
A man who had amassed a laundry list of dirty deeds, all in the pursue to satiate his god’s will.
Shunned from society, a boy whose birth was that from a common backstreet whore, raised with patronage, growing used to condescending looks, hunger, fear, self-hate, and strife, all of it became to norm, all in order to reach his current self.
Now isolated from the world, in a cell behind four impossibly thick walls of steel and concrete. Stolen from his sun, his purpose gone, he waited idle within that cell, awaiting anything...
And that something, did happen...
In the form of [Terminus].
(*^-^*) ̄へ ̄