Prologue
"There are no heroes ... in life it is the monsters who win."
(George RR Martin)
"There is a phrase that once echoed in my memories, encapsulating my way of thinking and living, but it wasn't until some time ago, when I stopped taking refuge in fear and anguish, that I made a solemn promise that day...And I have every intention of keeping it!
In a world where eighty percent of the world's population possesses a quirk, that is, some special ability, and where only twenty percent lack it, crime has reached critical levels as a result of the appearance of such superpowers. To cope with this emergency were born the Heroes, superheroes like those in the comics. Over time, this profession that anyone would want and admire has found itself in the limelight.
But let's focus on the focal point:
If you could go back and relive a moment, what would it be?
If you could change the past, what would you have changed? Many might answer with the most disparate nonsense, after all I could have understood them too, if the thing I loved most in this world hadn't been taken away from me.
That day...she gave her life for me...that day I learned of my latent gift, manifested at a later age than many of my generation... something truly frightening even to the eyes of a high ranking villain...completely unrelated to that of my parents and ancestors, a sort of blessing and curse at the same time...and I swore to myself that I would do anything in my power to avenge her... to stop it... From that day on, I had to abandon the part of humanity that was still so tightly anchored to my being...turning into something I had always hated...but in those dark moments, her beautiful and white voice was a warning to keep going, to keep that oath. ... her, my angel ... who had always tried desperately to convince me, despite the world had turned its back on us, forcing us to be almost outcasts, marginalized, to have a shred of faith in humanity ... in the symbol of peace ... ...But where was this supposed hero? Why didn't he save her? Why is that asshole still on the loose?
Someday I'll find all the answers I'm looking for...
Yet I always wonder: What am I? A man, a monster? A genocide, a saint? A hero, a villain? A friend or a traitor? Can I be both? How will she not be disappointed, seeing how much of a trail of destruction I will leave for my crusade? If not me, then who? That hypocrite who claims he can save everyone with a smile? Bullshit!... although I think this time it's not for me to judge, but for you...
Who am I? I bet you're all wondering. I'm the demon that dwells in the night. The scourge of the wicked. I am the boy who yearned for freedom more than anything else in the world. A child who was too quickly robbed of what was closest to a family. I am the trigger process for all of this. The man who will give his all to provide a new world for future people, so they can live far from anger and fear... They know me by many nicknames... others simply consider me a legend, unable to understand the actual reality, but my favorite is undoubtedly "Last Shadow". Why this nickname? I am the last one you would see, before you sink into the abyss... "
"And my wrath will come down with furious disdain on those who try to bar my way...So, you better prepare for the worst...because I'm coming... "