I was thinking about the wrestling term.

   “In professional wrestling, a heel is a wrestler who portrays a villain, ‘bad guy’, or ‘rulebreaker’, and acts as an antagonist to the faces, who are the heroic protagonist or ‘good guy’ characters.”

-Wikipedia

It still cool and works either way though! Thank you for sharing!

I live of validation given to me by strangers on the internet so thanks a bunch! :)

It's not you. Or, at least, it's not just you.

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Great story, thank you for writing it for us.

Rats sometimes link their tails together until they get stuck. Over time more rats join in until they form a tangled mass of Rats. Being unable to move, they eventually starve to death. This phenomenon is know as a ‘king Rat’. Yet no one knows why they do it

Oh damn I got so into it.

Have you ever wondered how deep is the history of criminal families ?

Just like the royal families, the families involved in organized crime have deep roots, going all the way back to the Era of Gods, where we the weather forecast was the God of the Skies.

The biggest, and most important households of the ancient world all had something in common. Amongst all the gods of their respective Pantheon, the lesser ones would offer advice, and protection to their name, as long as it was worshipped

A young man of Greek origin named Hyppolitos, made it his life's purpose to dismantel the powerful families acting in the shadows to make the World spin in their direction. He had conviction like no other, and his determination brought down many well known names, forever condemning them to never bé spoken again.

But, as perfect as his righteous intent was, the consequences of Hyppolitos' actions were always detrimental to the weak. He had failed to notice how deep the crime families were involved, and had made the wrong choices again and again.

Bringing down powerful royals and nobles also crippled the gods they worshipped, and Hyppolitos could not escape those consequences. For each god who lost their worshippers, he had to endure the burden of being their sole follower. That burden grew and grew, and grew until he decided to stop, having lost sight of his initial purpose.

Over time, with the spread of monotheism, the remaining families lost their advisor gods, and grew to become the mafias and other criminal organizations of today.

But it is said that on the outskirts of a city of the old world, the spirit of Hyppolitos, the worshippers of a myriad of gods, is sitting in prayer, to satisfy all the gods he is bound to. He will, however, only reveal itself and advise powerful leaders, and members of criminal families.

May fate have Mercy on the enemies of those who followed his council...

Ive felt the fedupiness of the doctor! Excellent!

Chainsaw man is also a must watch

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It has 143 excluding their own with mine atm

For anyone wondering heel means a contemptible person : a person who is self-centered or untrustworthy. felt like a heel.

On the outskirts of this ancient city, there's rumored to be a powerful benevolent entity. What's strange is only the current politicians and mafia can see it.

I hope it continues

That's just scand'loose m8

Nice hot take. Kudos.

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Decades ago, the entire country was terrorised by a serial killer.

What scared people wasn't the horrofic ways by which his victims died, the fact that he made his crimes known but was still running rampant, or the apparent randomness in the choice of the poor souls that had fell in his grasp.

No, what truly frightened the people, was that despite having made over 100 victims publicly, none of them had been found.

The identity of this killer, was nobody. He was not a person. He was not even a normal creature. This entity was evil personified, or else called Satan.

Growing bored of receiving and punishing guilty souls, he craved the blood of the innocent. He found a person at random, and enacted the most horrible acts of torture on them, just before killing them.

Using his otherworldly capabilities, he designated dumpsters, in which he dumped the body. Bodies dumped in the chosen dumpsters were to be never seen on the surface of the Earth.

His last murder was different, though. He had accidentally gotten a rotten soul, an awful individual. Getting no pleasure in killing him, and not wanting to reiterate this mistake, the prince of evil left the Earth to sit back on his throne.

But a dumpster had already been chosen, the one by the abandoned bakery just before 167th avenue. Sadly, without a body to dump, it is condemned to send everything that is left in it to the depths of hell.

For the rest of eternity, there will be a pathway to hell in the alleyway between Bermuda street and Amelia street.

You find yourself focusing intently on your daughter’s nervous disposition. A foolhardy endeavor, perhaps, in light of the superhero blasting through your base—in record time, you note with a hefty dose of respect.

“Gigi,” you say sternly. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“…No,” she lies. Badly. So badly you could feel your very soul cringe. Had she forgotten everything you taught her?!

“Georgia,” you say sternly. She twiddles her thumbs, and opens her mout to speak. Only for an explosion to rock the very ground they stood on.

Second later, Ultima bursts out from the ground, eye burning white and clad in a brilliant crimson aura. You take a step back at the sheer power coming off him in waves. You almost want to bow your head in respect. He’d certainly taken his talents further than his father and mother—and perhaps even yourself, if you were being honest—ever could.

His features soften when he notices your daughter. Relief and…love? Yes, love, coming into being. Of course, when he shifted focus to you, that love vanishes, burning hatred taking its place. The kind of hatred you’d never seen on him before, even when you slayed his father all those years ago.

“You!” he hisses with all the venom in the world. You barely had time to call upon your own powers—golden energy covering your form—before he’d slams you into a wall.

“Daddy!” Georgia cries out in fear.

“I can forgive my father’s death by your hand,” Ultima spat. “And to be honest I was relieved when my mother finally died after she was dumb enough to challenge you. The lives they lived—the paths we three walk—are dangerous ones. But for you to take the woman I lo—“ he stops himself. His aura fades, the white in his eyes disappearing. He lets you go, and turns to Georgia with an utterly flummoxed expression. “…Did you just say ‘Daddy’?”

“I did,” your daughter replies, staring down at your feet.

Ulti—Roy whirls back towards you. “You’re her father?”

“I am,” you say.

Slowly, he turns back to your daughter. The anger he directs at her makes your blood boil on an instinctual level, but you decide to the let the cards fall where they may.

“You lied to me,” Roy says, voice barely more than a whisper.

“Roy,” Georgia steps forward, hands clasped together pleadingly. “I swear I didn’t mean to! I didn’t even know who you were on our first few dates, but then I saw you stop that bank robbery and I didn’t want to ruin what we were building by telling you…who my dad is.” She reached out to touch him, but he recoiled as if she were a rabid animal.

“You deliberately hid the truth from me!” he spat, aura coming back full force. Your daughter activated her own blue aura to keep her feet, and, if at all possible, Roy fell further into despairs. “You lied your own selfish desires!”

“Roy, no, I—!” Whatever more she had to say, Roy refused to hear. He flew into the air, crashing through the ceiling and disappearing into the evening sky.

You stare after your young foe. Frankly, you can sympathize with him. After all this shit his mother pulled before and after he was born, you’d do the same thing. Well, you probably would have just blown everything up, but that was classic Roy. All that power, and not the will to—!

You cut yourself off as your daughter’s sons filter into your ears. Quick as a flash, you gather her into your arms and slowly sink to the floor together.

“There, there,” you soothe your child. “It’s alright, Gigi.”

“He hates me!” your daughter sobs. As was his right, you think, but hold back from saying. Withholding the such a truth from your lover would strain any relationship. But then, you’re honestly not sure if your daughter knows of Roy’s sordid history. You have to assume she doesn’t, otherwise she would never have lied to him like that. Or she did, and was more selfish than you though. Neither option was terribly appealing.

But those were all future problems. Right now, you just needed to focus on keeping her in your gentle embrace.

“Wow. You guys are fucked”. 🤣

I woke my wife up laughing at this. Great story!

There’s a dumpster in the alley way between Bermuda street and Amelia Street. It’s by the abandoned bakery just before 111th avenue. Whenever waste management comes to empty the cans, this particular dumpster is always empty.

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This is quite specific, isn't it?