The beginning of the madness

Days had passed since Gwen's funeral, during which Peter found solace in the confines of her grave, seeking refuge from a world that seemed irreparably shattered. As grief enveloped him, Spider-Man ceased to exist, fading into the abyss of Peter's broken spirit.

Yet, they say there are two ways to confront grief. One path leads to self-imposed isolation, denial, anger, depression, and eventual acceptance—Peter's chosen journey. The other path, a darker and more tumultuous one, was Ravage. It beckoned to Ethan, igniting a savage fire within him, thirsting for vengeance and blood.

Ethan, driven by an unyielding rage, had forsaken the solemnity of the funeral to pursue his own justice. The shadows of the night concealed his presence as he embarked on a perilous quest, resolved to eliminate anyone remotely connected to Gwen's untimely demise.

From the clandestine smugglers who had supplied the deadly equipment to Oscorp, to the malevolent puppeteers who had financed the operation, Ethan's wrath knew no bounds. Every last one of them would face his merciless retribution.

And so, like an ancient force awakened, the reign of the Deathface began. A symphony of vengeance played out across the city, as Ethan methodically hunted down those responsible, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. With calculated precision and a relentless pursuit, he avenged Gwen's death, toppling the pillars of those who had orchestrated her demise.

The city trembled in the wake of the Deathface's onslaught. Fear took hold, and whispers of a shadowy figure consumed the streets. The once-unstoppable enemies cowered, realizing too late the peril they had invited upon themselves.

Ethan's transformation from a grief-stricken individual to an avenging specter captured the attention of the media and struck terror into the hearts of those who had witnessed his relentless pursuit. The name Deathface reverberated throughout the city, a haunting reminder that justice, even when forged in darkness, can be a force to be reckoned with.

As Ethan's vendetta intensified, the line between hero and villain blurred. He walked the treacherous path of retribution, driven by a love lost and a burning desire to restore balance to a world that had taken so much from him. Each life extinguished, each perpetrator eliminated, was a testament to the depth of his love for Gwen and the unyielding fury that consumed him.

The city, forever changed by the ravages of a broken heart, witnessed the rise of a legend. The Deathface became a symbol of both dread and solace, an embodiment of the relentless pursuit of justice, born from the ashes of grief and propelled by an unquenchable thirst for retribution.

And so, the epic saga unfolded, as the Deathface cast his shadow upon the city, forever etching his name in the annals of legend and becoming a figure of both reverence and fear.

More than a year had passed since the tragic loss of Gwen. Ethan, consumed by a raging inferno of anger and thirst for revenge, had managed to regain a fragment of his former self. His aura, albeit fleeting, could still be harnessed, but it came at a cost—a cost paid in the currency of his strength and sanity.

The scars of his relentless quest for vengeance ran deep, etched onto his soul with the stain of blood spilled. The trail of bodies left in his wake bore witness to the darkness that had consumed him, twisting him into a merciless harbinger of death. Each life extinguished only served to deepen the void within him, a reminder of the consequences of allowing anger to control one's very essence.

After all this time, After all this violence. Right now after his confrontation with peter, when he looked at his hands. All he could see was blood. Blood of the one last friend he had left. How can he let his anger control him. To the extent that he even forgot himself. The question was eating him from inside.

"I have to stop this madness. i have to leave... i have leave this place." Ethan said to himself as he decided to leave new york.