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.