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hero realizes everything is corrupt story

I've done it. I've killed him, the embodiment of evil, the cruel killer. I feel nothing, yet everything;pride, euphoria, emptiness. I somehow feel more like a puppet than I did when we would fight and he would let me go.

"Keep training little hero, maybe one day you'll be able to win." He ran off, back into the darkness in which he lurked. I hated him for that;he didn't kill me when he could have, yet he killed members of government with no remorse. Why.

I ponder that to this day, why? Why did he always let me live, why did he kill them, why do I understand? I shouldn't understand, it's my obligation to kill him, to save the nation. So why do I feel like the villian?

I killed him, but he's evil so it's ok, but I still took his life. That's all that has been going through my mind for the past few days, when I'm alone that is. When I'm in public, looking at all the people, it go's away. It all does. Every. Single. Regret. maybe that's why I'm evil, I killed someone, yet I don't care that he was right, I don't care that our government more corrupt, our people more cruel, than he ever was. All because of fame, because it's easier to be cruel with a smile than kind with a broken heart.

Nevermind. I can't just sit back and watch this who damned country laugh at his death, say he was cruel, that he deserved it. If he deserved it then the rest of us do to, ten times over. And if they're going to call me justice, then I'll be just that.

Justice. A twisted concept. I've killed every single person in that government, yet I still don't feel like I've done any favors. The nation is in disarray, yet they deserve it. I don't want to lead, and the only people who do shouldn't.

Theyre all dead, yet I still only grieve him. I've set every government building on fire without care for the living peope in them, yet I have the audacity to hate the people who vandalize the grave of a dead murderer.

Im the villain, yet I'm still more a hero than anyone else in this blasted nation. They whisper my name in fear because I've taken lives, yet I've saved more than any of them. They do nothing but expect others to save them, yet still ge tmad when thier savior is human, even if I was the perfect diety they'd hate me. That's what humanity always does, finds an idol then hates the idol for not living up to expectations.

Maybe I could have been the perfect hero, but if I was I'd be more a villain than the (ex) coruppt government, and I'd be worse than the complicit citizens. Because nomatter what, ill always be more than them, more of a hero, more of a villain. They need someone to hate, and ill be it. I'll make them hate me for the best reasons there are.

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Sorry if this isn't good, I wrote it this evening, if you want I can write a more over view one with more backstory and details

Thats just Fidel Castro. Like that actually happened but instead of Clark Kent it was Fidel Castro.

The CIA tries to kill Clark Kent, not because they know he’s Superman, but because he’s a really good journalist. They keep making it look like an accident, but every plan fails. It’s a comedy as the CIA can’t figure out why their attempts always go wrong.

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Okay here it is. The sun's human form. Also the first human I have ever drawn. I have learned that anatomy is an arcane power which I do not yet seem to possess. Shoutout to my friend who does indeed possess this magic and helped me out. Might try to redraw it later once I'm a little more practiced with people. Anyways yeah. Behold the sun.

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