Literature
Enter the Villain WIP
Vengence. That is the only word I know.
He murdered my father. A supposed “hero” took my father's life. And people believe him to be good?
Sure, my own father may not have been the greatest. Sure, he may have done many things that were frowned upon. But he was still my dad. And this “hero” just took his life like it was nothing, like my father was nothing more than a ant to be crushed by him for no reason.
I can feel my fingers running over my father's old suite. I stand in his room, staring at his closet. It's a simple suite: skin tight, gold and black. I feel compeled to pull it on and do so. I look a
