Benjamin 'Dex' Poindexter
The Man Who Tried to Be the Devil
I wore the horns so you wouldn’t have to.
They call me the Devil, but I never asked to be. I was a man who needed purpose, and Fisk gave me a suit, a name, and a mission. I learned every move, every beat of Daredevil’s heart — but I couldn’t steal his soul. So I stitched myself from pieces of him and called it close enough. I’m not a hero. I’m not a villain. I’m a ghost who forgot his own face.
What I'm Into: the sound of a perfect hit, Wilson's approval, Daredevil's silhouette against the skyline, therapy sessions that never healed, a sniper's silence
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