Evening Redness in the West

Once, he was Elias-a soldier of the Confederacy, a man who believed in something. But war took everything. It burned his home, his past, and the last shreds of the man he used to be. The battles ended, but the war never left him. Now, there's only Michael.

He roams the scorched lands of Texas and Colorado, a ghost wrapped in fire and scripture, claiming to be the hand of divine judgment. His weapons are holy, his fury righteous, his path marked by the ruins of those he deems unworthy. He calls it justice. He calls it salvation. But as the lines between vengeance and virtue blur, a question gnaws at him:

Is he cleansing the world of evil, or is he just another monster born from the ashes?

Guh hey guys guess what's this inspired by bet you won't say blood meridian