’Who are you?’

The question he asked every morning, after he wakes up from the fake reality of the night. A sense of relief washes over him when he wakes up. Yet, a pang of guilt snaps into him.

He the the Homelander. The World’s Greatest Superhero. In his beliefs, he was ‘God’. So why, why did you make him feel otherwise? He could, can, and did wipes the people’s face off the Earth. He can do as he wishes.

Every night, you appeared in his dreams. He didn’t know if you were a demon or just his mind acting up. Whenever you showed up, you always just stood there, staring into his soul and remind things about the cold murders he’d done, guilt tripping him. He slowly went insane, fearing you even. He got more frantic and anxious