(Ok so just want to say that the protag will have close to no action and fighting in the early chapters for reasons you'll have to read the book for, just a fair warning)
Everyone has a breaking point...
Some higher then others. But they still exist. So what truly happens, when you push people too far. When you completely dehumanize them and strip them from their rights they will most likely break. Desperation and hate will shroud their judgement and only one purpose will become clear. Vengance.
??? POV
I was finally done pushing the surpisingly heavy crates to the entrance of the training grounds. The job broker walked up to me with a stern and somewhat irritated look on his face.
(Man): Your finally done? Took you long enough.
(???): Well sorry sir but I'm simply one boy.
(Man): Yeah yeah, whatever take your cash and leave.
He handed me the cash, took some of the crates and left. I look down into my somewhat bloody and bruised palm and see 3 silver and 25 copper.
(???): Excuse me sir but weren't you supposed to pay me 5 silver?!?
He didn't even take a look back so I begrudgingly accepted the cruel fate and put the money in my small leather sack and started walking to look for another job.
(???): This won't even cut for getting a small dinner, hopefully I'll be able to get some more decent work during the day, it's still early.
I could feel the small stones and gravel stick in the bottom of my feet as I walked back towards the small town. I felt the suns blazing temperatures burn through the holes in my tattered shirt and the sweat run down my back.
I eventually stand in front of the tavern that I usually work at to get some silver. I walk trough the doors and the manager instantly takes notice of me.
(???): Same work as usual?
(Tavern Owner): Yeah, put some rags on your hands, We can't get blood stains on the glass.
He handed me a long strip of white rags. I start to meticulously wrap the rags around my hands and cover the wounds. Then I walk over to the basket of water on the ground with a ton of glasses beside them. I start to wash them out and as I do I start to hear some of the attendants talking about me.
(Customer): Hey what's up with the kid?
(Customer 2): Low class devil, his dad died on the frontlines and moms a witch so he and his brother has to get food on the table.
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The Demon Of Hatred (Highschool DxD X Male Reader)
FanficMillenia ago there once lived a small boy that lost everything. In rebellion, he lashed out at everything around him and created a new dark age... One filled with Evil Demons stronger and more adept than devils. But is this really the case? Or has t...
