"Burn the cursed one, burn the cursed one!"
Pénthos, son of the cursed and the weakest. The gods banished his father as they say that he is a curse. They burned his dad in front of him. He had a curse to not speak to people, because he would be killed, by the citizens. He was born at Mount Olympus, because they thought he was the special child, but when they saw him, they called him a curse. He has medium length brunette hair, blood red eyes and born- scars on his face. The children bullied him one time and he fought them, but they beat him all one by one. He lived alone, because there wasn't any person to foster Pénthos and they say he was an orphan. Children call him 'Cursed sperm' and he just watch and analysed. The citizens gave him a mask to wear his face. It was a fabric mask, with red strings sewed as a smile. He would beg on the street for money, which he would barely get by those disrespectful and afraid people who hated him as they called 'Olympus' Reject', while he would just listen and watch. Right now, they had enough of him and decided to burn him and kill him. He couldn't do anything, because he knew it wasn't a matter of time before they kill him. He wanted take vengeance, but he knew they could kill him, because he's weak as a fourteen years old who never learned how to fight. The crowd beat him with sticks and he couldn't even move. They picked him up and crucified him in flames.
"Burn the cursed one, burn the cursed one!"
He felt what he thought was his last pain. All of a sudden, a beam lit up in the sky and broke the cross he was being crucified on. He saw the chance to run and never looked back. He was in so much pain, but he knew he would be in more pain if he gave up. His feet were red and filled with wrinkles due to his feet being burned and his body was filled with burned and beaten scars. He was bloody everywhere in his face. He fell, because of the pain he felt and he thought it was the end of him, until he saw a figure that carried him.
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