The vagrant of Acred City

The reincarnated Zeke had been reborn with his memories of his former life as he witnessed things an infant would normally deal with. One of his parents were funny enough, a rich and apparently well known royal who cheated on his wife with a maid.

He was of course abandoned due to not wanting to be discovered as a bastard so he was taken to the Orphanage. There he was raised to obey the nuns and head priest in charge.

Zeke was of course nameless until 10 when the priest Father Macklynn told him to choose his own name. Just a first name until he finds a family to raise him so as to get a last name,

But he was never chosen due to certain complications.

He had grey hair that looked like a beautiful silver glow and bright red eyes that showed hidden wisdom of another life once experienced. To others except a certain few, he was branded a ghoul.

His physical state rendered him unnatural and as such he was never chosen to find a new home and family.

On his 18th birthday however, which was chosen on the day he first arrived. Zeke was banished from the orphanage with only the priest and the youngest but most kind nun giving him some supplies and whatever was fortunate to help him on his way.

He said nothing but nodded in appreciation before leaving to who knows where.

It was two days on an extremely rainy day where dangerous thugs stole his things and left him in only his dirty old clothes laying on the cold and wet stone walkway not moving with his eyes covered by his long hair still sore and aching from being attacked.

He had felt the warm tears from his eyes come down as he silently laid there…

You would think he would feel like giving in to the stress of the situation and pray to the goddess that cursed him unjustly to bring him good fortune right?

Not even close… if the narrowed eyes of the laying and bruised vagrant had anything to go by.

Pushing himself to stand up despite the pain, he looks up the dreary raining sky and point his right hand towards the heavens and shows a middle finger.

“FUCK YOU BRATTY GOD WANNABE, I’LL PROVE YOU WRONG ABOUT ME!!!”

He then hanged his head and took a deep breath before heading towards the location on where the thugs ran off too.

“I’ll prove to you and everyone that gets in my way, be ready…”