A scarlet figure sauntered through the rainy streets of Astera, stopping to, 'smell the roses', as it were. His height and figure contrasted poorly against the huddled messes in the impoverished districts left ruined after the demon invasion. He looked down occasionally at the rag-clad peasants without homes begging on the streets, and smiled as he passed them. Was it a smile born of some desire to seek their rise from this situation? A desire to help alleviate their suffering?
No. This man chuckled to himself as he saw their pained expressions, absorbing it all in. He felt the tingles down his spine that he always received whenever the pain of others was in mass quantity around him.
I suppose it's about time to get to work..., he thought, turning another street corner.
The man's name was Hector Heed, and in a state of bliss, he was currently living the best version of his life. As he walked with the cold cloud showers pouring down on him, he knew it would be another fantastic day. He twirled as he turned the corner in happiness, and looked upon a sight: two men kicking down a house's door and going inside.
At first the man didn't follow them. He instead lit up a cigarette and began puffing on it as if it were his last - and as fate would have it, it certainly was his last. With his face twisted in discontent, he tossed the box to the side. Littering was acceptable in the poor districts, because nobody really cared about the homeless anyway. People in high society would act as if they did, but when the time came for true action? Not one of them would step up to the task. Not a single one of them would find themselves struck by human compassion enough to lend aid to their fellow man or woman.
The thoughts swirling in his mind were too much to sort through for the moment. Hector's expression grew serious, and he wandered over with his hands in his pockets. There was determination, and a fire growing in his eyes.
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