Earth.

It exists in a collective structure with other overlapping entities that resemble it; other Earths from different realities. However, the reality of each Earth is mostly the same. How could it possibly differ?

A magnificent world of grey. Not by any means lifeless or devoid of activity and colour. But a mash of good and bad to create a frustrating middle point that causes the law to be unfair and justice to be as vague and subjective as any other opinion.

In this same world, humans have tried escaping their harsh realities by creating comical characters. Benevolent beings drawn onto paper who fight for justice for the weak. Who steal from the rich and give to the poor. Those who punch criminals and hand them to meet the gavel of the law in courts.

On paper, they write their dreams and fantasies. Having extraordinary abilities, being able to read minds, to fly and to make money without having to work so damn hard.

Children grow up watching these icons fashioned by adults to guide their morality. The adults too reminisce about the times in their childhood where the imagination and hope had not been quelled by harsh reality.

ONE EARTH GOT ITS WISH.

The collective yearning for superpowers, for crime and 'bad guys' to be stopped, was answered.

It happened one day.

Humans awakened to unique powers.

The world of comic books wasn't a dream anymore. It was something that actually came to life within a fraction of the global population.

Those who wished to enact justice used their powers to stop criminals. However, those who wished for material objects and sustenance used them for their own good.

Greed? Maybe. But he has a family at home and wasn't able to graduate and get a job.

Selfish? Probably not. She has a dying mother whom she's stealing for.

Heartless? I don't know. The man he killed slaughtered his wife.

It dawned on the world. Having super strength, speed or the ability to call upon judgement through the elements didn't change the world.

The line between who is wrong and who is right remained as thin as always. Justice wasn't as it was promised in the comics. The hero is the one who is messed up and we sympathise with the superpowered armed robber.

THE WORLD....WAS STILL A MESSED UP PLACE.

However, a certain age came.

Led by one man and one man alone.

He was not a villain.

He was not a hero.

Villains dreaded him.

Heroes loathed him.

The public protested day and night for years, demanding the international community to kill that son of b*tch!

A dark age befell mankind.

It got so bad that villains and heroes decided to work together against this made man.

He broke families. Broke hearts. All his victims left alive but cursing him and his name with crazed faces.

He robbed no bank, destroyed no city, set off no bomb against the ruling parties of the world.

But with every one of his ACTS, he left a grand void.

Humanity acknowledged that there was one Black Human amidst the grey masses.

A dark and evil man by the name...

SERIAL SYNOT.