American Man soared above New York City, his body steady, his mind racing. He looked down, reflecting on a decade of being the globe's foremost protector—a symbol of hope, freedom and the way. Now that symbol was tarnished. Once the top-ranked hero in the entire world, two, he now had nothing. You'd think that would count after this time, but instead, a governing body was preparing cast him aside. Public outrage had reached an all-time high, and things were worsening with Becky—no one knew what had happened to her. His wife and child were gone, he was powerless, and on top of everything, he was being blamed Titian death. Everyone accused him of not discarding the device sooner, leading to the demise of their new hero.
The summons to D.C had. Ethan knew were furious about vortex incident and Tit's death; the entire story was spreading online, with every blog dissecting it. The Mask Militia had given full interviews about the day Red died, but there was still no word on a replacement. People were beginning to wonder who would take up his mantle. Public disdain for American grew with each passing day. They were exploiting the vortex situation to the fullest, and global were due to be released soon. Lately, every interview felt like another media circus. He never thought things would escalate this far—after all, he was still the strongest-ranked hero on the planet. No one could challenge him, and they knew it.
American Man landed in front of General Zack's headquarters walked straight in. No one stopped him; the security personnel merely stared. a sterile conference room Director Marlowe, General, and several members of the National Superhero Council delivered the verdict. "The world is changing, Ethan. We need a hero who aligns with modern values. While we love you and you could never truly be replaced, we feel it is time for American Man to take on a different role within the superhero community."
American Man retorted, "What happened to Titan and Red was not my fault! I did everything I could! Goddammit, Titan was a hothead. I've never seen creatures like that before. I didn't call Theed Militia—you did! The fact that I get blamed every time something goes wrong—I'm sick of this! You're all assholes. Pumping me and everyone else full of this 'Do it country bullshit you guys get rich off contractswho knows you're even doing?"
Ethan's title, resources, and authority were revoked—effective immediately "You still expected to combat crime and maintain appearances. If you sign this NDA, you will receive your full severance package. A smooth transition is in the national interest. You will no longer have access to the Z facility or its resources. Do you understand? The leadership desires this new team to operate independently, and after what transpired with Titan and Masked Militia, well, you understand."
"Capital Punishment is still missing in action; he took Titan's death quite. We believe it be better if you didn't collaborate with this new team. They are set to be announced at this year's world rankings, and with your approval rating at an all-time low, we thought it best to distance you from them."
Ethan's fist clenched as he processed the government's clear message: he was replaceable, a relic of the past. They wanted him out of the way. Anger surged through him—he wanted to lash out—but he knew it would accomplish nothing. His mind raced. I don't need to be your pawn anymore! He decided he no longer cared. The only that truly mattered was finding his family. He would not stop until he succeeded; he was done being Uncle Sam's baggage carrier. He still had numerous contacts across the globe, and Doctor Kindler was still committed to assisting him. He just needed a week or so before he could begin his work.
Ethan eagerly prepared for the doctor's arrival. He had a barn on his property that seemed perfectly suited for the task, with hopefully enough space for the doctor to operate. He wasn't entirely sure how much or how little space would be required. Baby Black Magic was also expected to arrive in the next few days to assist in any way possible and meet the legendary Doctor Kindler. Ethan speculated that perhaps her spell, combined with Black Magics powers who knows what kind of spell Corruption cast. He wasn't certain, but he was determined to figure it out. After all he was partly the reason she was even alive the first place.
ISSUE #1 Demon Girl Hit Babe0rigin story
Baby Black Magic hovered above a volcano, surrounded the lifeless bodies of two dozen victims strewn across the barren volcanic landscape. Dark energy swirled around him like a ferocious tornado. At the center of the devastation stood a gaunt man in a suit. "Hello, cutie pie, I regret to inform you that my client wishes to have a word with you," he said. Black Magic fixed him with an intense glare. Too bad for him; interviews are not my forte.
The tall, thin man smiled and replied, "Oh, I think you might make an exception this time, love."
Magic raised his arms, dark energy surging from his hands as he began to cast. He blinked, and before he could react, the man was on his back, crawling like a spider. "What the hell?" Black Magic shouted. With demonic speed, the man's finger transformed into a syringe, stabbing Black Magic in the neck. Instantly, he passed out and began to descend toward the ground. Like a missile, he crashed into the side of the volcano with a thunderous boom. In another blink, the tall, thin man stood smiling, his skin splitting and glowing. "I like this one," he declared.
Baby Black awoke with a pounding headache. As he looked around, he realized he was in some sort of cave; the darkness enveloped everything around him. He could feel the heat emanating from a green fire at the center of the room. A tall, thin man paced around the cave, reading aloud from a book and muttering to himself. Black thought to himself, "What is going on here? Where am I?" The dim light obscured his vision, but he felt an unsettling energy—a suffocating room filled with dark mana.
The slender man approached him. "Good, you're awake. I was just about to get you. We're ready."
Ready for what Let me out right now or swear to God!" Black exclaimed.
"Ear to see if I care," the man chuckled. "Now come here, my little friend. We need a large sample of your blood to make this spell work."
The man stepped and placed his hand on Black's forehead. Suddenly, Black found himself paralyzed—unable to move, resist, or even turn his head. Frozen place, he could only watch as the man drew pints of his blood. The stranger then returned to fire, ingredients and chanting incantations from the mysterious book.
tu so Valiree tu so valiree
Etis Oah Etis Oah
tu so valiree tu so valiree
The fire crackled and whispered in the air, brimming with wild untamed mana. Black magic surged powerfully, unrelenting in its energy. A confident, poised, and slender man poured blood into the flames, which shifted hues glowing blue and pink. He harnessed the energy and directed it into three large metallic tanks; each connected to a massive monitor adorned with countless buttons. Opening a small hatch at the base, he added the flame to his concoction. The containers began to glow intensely. Suddenly, doors burst open with explosive force—slam! Whoosh! Black magic stared in disbelief as breathtakingly beautiful women emerged from the chambers. But these were no ordinary women—they were demon babes.