How to be a villain [DISCONTINUED]

Prologue || 00

We were born different. We were strange, queer, peculiar. We were the rejects, the scorned, the outcasts, the victims, the freaks, the monsters. Different.

We were called names, believed to be punishments sent from hell, treated differently.

Most of us abandoned. Most of us dead, killed, brutally murdered. Most of us alone, wandering. Most of us shunned, betrayed, sold, disposed of, neglected, despised.

Some of us were given gifts that let us blend into society for a little bit, but most of us were born with bold and daring gifts that were supernatural and unpredictable.

We were born strange, then society made us villains. We were innocent until they shunned us and we were villainized by culture. We were villainized by the world, they called us that word so much, we believed in it ourselves. Culture was to blame for what happened that night.

That night.

The night.

The night that was the darkest and coldest. Flames rose high on that evening, screams and shouts, tears and blood was shed. The night Death was everywhere. Prowling and snatching up the weakened lives, taking the easy pickings.

That night.

The night.

The night everything ended.

The night the demons came.

"There cannot be good without bad."

"The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it."

"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."

"There is no good or evil, only power and those too weak to seek it"