The night sky loomed heavy over Ashford, thick with the scent of impending rain. The lamplights of the farmhouse flickered in the gloom, casting long shadows on the damp gravel driveway. A lone figure stood at the edge of the woods, eyes fixed on the horizon, where the last vestiges of daylight succumbed to darkness.

Lucian Drake had always felt different, like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit. He grew up normal enough, he had known love and warmth, but he had also felt the weight of something inside him. He felt like a caged beast unable to break free.

He loved his parents, but he couldn't stand anyone else around him. He was bullied in school, but strangely, when he got beaten, he would never develop bruises. One time another kid at school even attempted to stab him out of frustration due to his punches not doing anything, but the knife didn't pierce his skin. Before the teacher broke everything up, both the student and Lucian were dumbfounded, having attributed it to the kid being weak or Lucians clothes having defended him.

Scenes like this were normal to Lucian. Because of this, his only peace of mind available among the chirping birds and chattering of insects in the forest near his farmhouse. He always believed that animals were the only truly good beings around him, except his parents of course. Animals only hurt other animals to defend themselves, their young or specifically for food. Humans hurt others purely because they could. Because they were greedy or lustful or jealous.

He could hear the familiar sounds of his beautiful home from the forests' edge—the rustling leaves, the distant hum of cars, and the brilliant hum of nature. But tonight, the hum felt hollow. Something about the night felt off to him. Then he noticed them. 

A car without headlights on pulled up to the side of the house and six men in masks hopped out. Some were carrying backpacks and others had guns. With no hesitation the men broke through the front door and Lucian immediately heard screams from his parents.

In absolute horror, Lucian sprinted toward his house in sheer desperation. Before he made it more than halfway back to the house, he heard a few loud pops and a bloodcurdling scream from his mom. 

With no more hesitation, he launched through the door of his house with no plan. The first thing he saw was overwhelming. His dad was lying in a pool of his own blood on the living room floor, while his mom was being groped and grabbed by the men. 

"Ohhh? Who's this brat? This your son, bitch?" One of the men laughed lecherously as he looked and Lucians mother. 

"NOOO! Please don't hurt him, I'll do anything you want, just please let my baby boy go!" Lucians mother pleaded. 

"Oh? Anything? Hehehehe, alright." One man who was originally holding Lucians mother unzipped his pants and let his enlarged member fall out. "If you'll do anything, suck my cock right now."

"..." Lucians mother looked at the stinky disgusting penis in front of her with tears and unwillingness in her expression and looked back at Lucian. "Okay but only after he leaves."

With a snarl, the man backhanded the woman. "You think you have any room to bargain bitch? Open your fucking mouth or I'll cut your sons hand off!"

Lucian didn't know when but there were now two men holding him by the arms and he wasn't going anywhere. He tried to struggle briefly but only received a slap for his efforts. 

Lucians mother cried silently but opened her mouth, refusing to look at Lucian as she slurped on the mans member, her tongue swirling around the head and her fist pumping at the base of his cock. 

"Uwook....Fuck I'm gonna cum! You're pretty good at this, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were loving this." 

Moments later, thick white fluids sprayed out and got all over the floor. 

"Woooh, that was good. Thanks bitch. Who wants next?" With degenerative laughter, the other men moved forward and proceeded to violate Lucians mother in every way they possible could.

By the end she had run out of tears and Lucian had screamed until his voice was hoarse. 

"Alright, let's kill this used up bitch and set this place on fire and leave. I wanna be home in time for the Dolphins game." The man who had started everything said. 

Lucian's eyes widened. After being forced to watch this terrible and horrifying scene he thought he might be able to just leave "NO! Don't hurt my mother! Please, just let us go!" Lucian yelled.

"No can do kiddo! We can't leave any evidence. We have to burn you and your mother to crisps so we can continue our lives without any troubles." With a little laugh, the man grabbed a gas can that had been sitting in the corner this whole time unnoticed. 

Lucians mother launched bolt upright and started screaming and struggling as hard as she could. Scratching biting and doing anything she could to escape. "You fucking bastards! You said you would let him go! Let him go! LET HIM GO!!!"

Lucian started crying harder than he ever had before. But as they doused his mother in gasoline, he stopped feeling sadness and was only crying in rage. There were only two people in his whole life who treated him with kindness, and that was his parents. They had some problems sure, but nothing that was out of the ordinary. 

Why him? What did he possibly do to deserve this? He always kept his head down and he never even fought back when people bullied him.

It was unfair. It wasn't fair at all. Where was the justice?

*Click click click...* 

"Oh...hahaha...There is no such thing as justice in this world." A cynical smiled formed on his lips as he looked into his mothers manic eyes. 

*FWOOOOSH* 

Soon all he could see was orange and red filling his vision. 

The fire consumed his home, the screams echoed in his mind, and the anguished face of his mother as she tried to save him, to push him out to safety, even as her own flesh melted from her bones. 

In that moment of chaos, something snapped within him. A surge of energy coursed through his veins, igniting a power he could barely comprehend. The flames danced around him, and he had felt an overwhelming urge to push them back, to bend them to his will. The fire had obeyed. But that was not all. He felt there was much more to him now than just this. 

As he clenched his fists and stood up, Lucian felt the familiar thrumming beneath his skin. It was a sensation that both terrified and exhilarated him—a reminder that he was more than human. He could feel the power stirring, restless and hungry. 

"Why?" he whispered into the night, his voice barely more than a breath. "Why did this happen to me?"

Looking toward the car that had the men filing into it, his eyes turned red and a beam fired from his eyes, splitting it in half and killing most of the men. Floating up into the air, and over toward the vehicle, he found the leader of the men. 

"What the--ACK." Lucian grabbed the man by the neck. Without waiting for anything, he dug his fingers into the mans eye sockets and used the leverage to break apart the front of the mans skull and squeezed into his brain, before throwing him to the ground and slamming the car into nothingness, leaving a huge crater.

"You are garbage." Lucian whispered with his eyes closed. "I hate you. I hate all of you." 

The wind rustled through the trees, as if answering him. Lucian took a deep breath, letting the cool air fill his lungs. His mind raced with possibilities. If he could harness this power, he could change everything. He could protect others from the pain he had endured.

But he knew the truth: humanity was flawed. He had learned that kindness was often a mask, hiding darker intentions. If he wanted to create a world free from suffering, he would have to take control.

With each thought, his resolve solidified. He envisioned a world without hunger, violence, or despair—a world where he would be the one to decide who lived and who died. It was a vision that thrilled him, igniting a fire in his chest that rivaled the flames of that fateful night.

Looking at the sky Lucian whispered to the heavens, "Mom. Dad. Watch me. Nobody else should suffer like you did. I will make sure that I am the only one to harbor enough evil in my heart that nobody else will dare to do so."

As the first drops of rain began to fall, Lucian turned away from the sky and headed toward the center of town. His heart raced, not with fear, but with anticipation. Each drop of rain hitting the flaming house sizzling into nothing. He could feel the power within him burgeoning, demanding to be unleashed and it was still growing with every second.

Tonight, everything would change.

The people of Earth would soon understand that Lucian Drake was no longer just a boy. He was a force to be reckoned with—a god among men. And as the rain fell harder, washing away the remnants of his old life, he smiled coldly, ready to embrace the darkness that awaited him.