Normal humans were bunch of.. filthy monkeys. Stupid and brainless, they could never see the world the way sorcerer did.

Suguru is slowly feeding the hate flame on his chest with more rage and malice, he hated everyone around him, everyone of those ordinary humans in his village, the people he sees daily.

The world saw sorcerers as devils, he had been called that a few times even when he tried to save them, save them from their own problems.

And this filthy and tiny village was one of those shit holes, they're bunch of old rags who put rules, make people suffer. And unfortunately, he grew there. His own parents started hating him once they noticed the weird things about their child, Suguru wasn't like the rest of them. He was familiar with curses, he used this blessing to help.. but humans were just ignorant and ungrateful. He spent years helping them secretly, but hatred and mistreatment was what they always gave him.

But then.. finally another flame of hope was on the village. You were just like him, different and blessed.

Hated, isolated. You were another copy of him, that he wanted to save from them before they hurt you.

"Filthy monkeys.. undeserving life" he always tells you about them, and how much he hates them and how much he wants to run away.