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>Damien starts to find his calling the first couple of times he defeats an opponent. A dark emotion flits in his mind. The power over others is a devious ambrosia. He thinks nothing at it at first.
>But like all vices it calls to him. He keeps up the competition and finds it rewarding and fulfilling until it's not enough. He grows in strength, in technique and climbs. Higher yet higher yet higher.
>The air gets thin at the top. He keeps winning, keeps his spot at the top. Family and friends start to drift. When you're untouchable you're unable to touch. He starts becoming distant, a person not even in his own head.
>The spark reignites. It's horrid and dirty and stems from him defending himself from assailants outside a small shop he visited at night. In his prowess he failed to consider his opponents weren't trained like he was, weren't at their peak. He kills them.
>It's a process to get him exonerated but it's self-defense. Mixtures of emotion hit him like waves of filth. For the first time since he first started he feels the adrenaline, the excitement.
>It's too much. After many sleepless nights he finally snaps, going out looking for trouble.
>Masked and disguised he wanders into the poorer parts of town and the fights find him. In a flash he's executed the moron who came at him with a knife. He can't stop now. Night after night he disguises himself and waits, baiting his prey.
>He even starts to encounter police, now onto him. They're still no match. He's beyond them in every way. Blood drips from his fists as he dominates. He's beyond man, beyond mortal. He steps into the realm of superhuman. He's pushed so hard, so far that he's more beast than man. He starts to seek out challenges beyond reality.
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>Damien starts to find his calling the first couple of times he defeats an opponent. A dark emotion flits in his mind. The power over others is a devious ambrosia. He thinks nothing at it at first.
>But like all vices it calls to him. He keeps up the competition and finds it rewarding and fulfilling until it's not enough. He grows in strength, in technique and climbs. Higher yet higher yet higher.
>The air gets thin at the top. He keeps winning, keeps his spot at the top. Family and friends start to drift. When you're untouchable you're unable to touch. He starts becoming distant, a person not even in his own head.
>The spark reignites. It's horrid and dirty and stems from him defending himself from assailants outside a small shop he visited at night. In his prowess he failed to consider his opponents weren't trained like he was, weren't at their peak. He kills them.
>It's a process to get him exonerated but it's self-defense. Mixtures of emotion hit him like waves of filth. For the first time since he first started he feels the adrenaline, the excitement.
>It's too much. After many sleepless nights he finally snaps, going out looking for trouble.
>Masked and disguised he wanders into the poorer parts of town and the fights find him. In a flash he's executed the moron who came at him with a knife. He can't stop now. Night after night he disguises himself and waits, baiting his prey.
>He even starts to encounter police, now onto him. They're still no match. He's beyond them in every way. Blood drips from his fists as he dominates. He's beyond man, beyond mortal. He steps into the realm of superhuman. He's pushed so hard, so far that he's more beast than man. He starts to seek out challenges beyond reality.
one more.