I always hated how people hid behind the mask of kindness or did something just for the hell of it.
I hate rich people who can do whatever they want and even when they're caught they keep just walking away.
My little sister was a victim of this and when that man walked away my little sister killed herself.
I did what every older brother would do I found that rich fuck and I touched him and when he screamed for mercy I small his ball with a wrench and set his face on fire.
I just left now I gave him a fate worse than death for him.
But that was not enough for the next week a ran from and cop and kill every criminal I could find I kill least 5000 of those fuck.
But my luck ran out there I was corned by the police and that was when I knew I could make it 5001 because there I saw the last person I was hunting was a pedo police officer.
I polled out my gun and fired my gun blowing off that cop's dick I did not kill him because one her young and two he just started so ya but the bull let did kill another officer who kill a black man.
I was lit up like a firework.
No, here I am in the void.
meeting a Rob-Radom obnutent being
He told me I was going to be reborn into DC
with power knowledge and item.
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i been nearly 35 years sence i been reborn into dc .
thing have been going great i have a loving wife and twin.
but think about dc is that it pises on every thing nice a rich kid in some car hit them going 165 mile an hour .
that day the shadow reaper was born
The first night of my rebirth was chaos. The city streets were a canvas of fear and blood, as I unleashed my newfound abilities on the scum that lurked in the shadows. My heart was a furnace of rage, fueled by the injustices I had witnessed. The criminals didn't stand a chance; they were mere mortals against my newfound immortality. I danced through the night, my shadowy blade whispering death into the ears of those who thought themselves untouchable. With each life I claimed, a part of me felt more alive than ever before. The power was intoxicating.
But amidst the carnage, there was a method to my madness. I had rules, boundaries I wouldn't cross. I only targeted those who had wronged others, the ones who thought themselves above the law. The Shadow Reaper was the bane of their existence, a specter of vengeance that haunted their every move.
As the years passed, my legend grew. The citizens of Gotham whispered my name in hushed tones, both in fear and in a strange form of admiration. They knew that if justice was lost, the Shadow Reaper would find it and serve it cold. Yet, despite the fear I inspired in the wicked, there was a part of me that longed for a challenge. The thrill of the hunt was becoming a craving that needed to be fed.
Then it happened. A new breed of criminals began to emerge, ones with powers like me. Metahumans, they called them. They strutted through the city with no regard for the lives they destroyed, believing themselves to be gods. It was a twisted reflection of the world that had created me, and I knew I had to adapt. My skills were honed, my arsenal expanded, and my knowledge of the shadows grew deeper. The game had changed, and I was ready to play.
The Shadow Reaper grew stronger, my power feeding on the fear and chaos that engulfed the city. But with great power comes great responsibility, or so they say. The line between hero and villain began to blur, and I often found myself questioning if I was any better than the monsters I hunted. Yet, every time I stepped into the night, the whispers of the innocents spurred me on, reminding me that in this twisted world, someone had to stand for what's right.
One fateful evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, casting elongated shadows across the concrete jungle, I received a tip about a new player in town. This one was different, a metahuman who had been using their powers to heal, not harm. Intrigued, I approached with caution, my shadowy aura pulsing with anticipation. Little did I know, this encounter would change everything I thought I knew about justice, power, and the true nature of the world I had sworn to protect.
Her name was Dr. Luminous, a young doctor whose compassion had been twisted into something extraordinary. She had the power to manipulate light, curing the sick and injured with a mere touch. Yet, she had turned her gift into a weapon, blackmailing the rich and powerful to fund her operations, all while healing the poor and forgotten for free. The lines between good and evil grew more tangled than the shadows I manipulated.
We first met in an abandoned alleyway, her glowing form a stark contrast to my cloak of darkness. She offered me a deal: she would heal the city's ills, and I would leave the metahumans alone. I studied her, her eyes gleaming with a mix of hope and desperation. It was a proposal that made my stomach churn, but I couldn't deny the good she had done. For the first time, I found myself torn. Was I truly the avenging angel the city needed, or just another monster lurking in the night?
Her words echoed through my mind as I stalked the streets, my shadowy form a silent sentinel. Each step brought me closer to the heart of the matter, but also to the realization that the world wasn't just black and white. There were shades of gray, and I was one of them. Dr. Luminous had thrown a wrench into my well-oiled machine of retribution, and I found myself questioning my purpose.
In the end, I chose to stand by her side. Our alliance was unorthodox, a dance between light and shadow. Together, we targeted those who abused their power while avoiding the clutches of the law. The Shadow Reaper had found a new mission, a new reason to exist in this world of chaos. The void that once consumed me was now filled with a semblance of hope, a light that pierced the darkness I had grown so accustomed to. With each passing night, the city of Gotham grew a little less grim, and I found myself looking forward to the battles ahead, not just for the thrill, but for the chance to make a real difference.
The birth of the Shadow Reaper had been fueled by anger and loss, but now, as the guardian of the night, I was forging a new identity, one that was both feared and respected. And as the city whispered our names, I knew that we had become more than just vigilantes; we were a symbol of a new order, a balance that could tip either way with each passing second. The hunt continued, but now, it was for something more than just vengeance. It was for a future where the innocent didn't have to live in fear of the powerful.