My story? I am Phi, the defeated Lord of Destruction, shrouded in mystery and rumors. Still great, but no longer the god everyone thought me to be. I will never be like the others, even if I was more powerful. I will get nothing more than a passing glance. Phi, they'll say in history, was defeated by Aiger Akabane, who became the next World Champion. The students will nod dutifully and move on, my name already forgotten. Nothing to see beyond that, nothing to know. My story has always been unknown, and I think that's for the best. It lives only with me, and it dies with me, and when this phone gets found at the bottom of this lake with these words, it'll be too late. This small oasis will not be looked at, most likely not be found until I am dead. And dead is going to be very soon. Today is what I began to call my birthday nine years ago, the first time I touched real grass and saw the sun for the first time. When I escaped Papa and left behind Mama. Today is my nineteenth birthday, and nineteen is where my story will end.

the explanation of red eye as stated by shu kurenai in a conversation between him and valt aoi. this is a one chapter story for @Mana_Aoi's contest. it is written and modeled after sir sly - expectations.

They never understood him. He hid his scars behind a mask. People never told him what was right. They never listened. He disappeared.