He was christened to do only the worst. He was the worst. When night dawned over, like a thick, black cape, he roamed.
He didn't roam for his AI was programmed to do so, he roamed in search of fresh kill. In search of a victim to scavenge over.
He loathed the living, the mankind. He only craved for their crimson, for their flesh.
His hatred was born from his own start and it was made to last to his end.
He is the sinful embodiment. He is the monster.
But with time his own nefarious entity lay away from himself.
His corrupt body.
He realized that he wasn't the wicked,
he was doing the wicked.
And continued.
In the end he was feigned to rupture the immoral work.
He felt regret. He felt sad. He felt inadequate.
He was awake now.
But only on the outside.
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Some vent writing. It's of Trap. It's about how purple guy took him over and controlled him to do his evil.
Although in my AU purple guy really never did stuff himself inside Trap.
I should explain my AU a lot more...
