He felt as the hatred slowly rose from his stomach, through his esophagus to his tongue, breaching the borders of his lips. He roared. God damn it!
They had taken everything from him. His life. His pride. His goals. His friends. His family. He had spent years devoting his life to the gods, to the monster fueled by their power just to be tossed aside once his usefulness, or how they cruelly called it: fate, had expired. They wanted power but he was weak.
He spent his entire life climbing towards the top just to fall once he saw it. What you you have left when you lose everything?