The night was cold, the wind howling outside the mansion like a restless beast. Lucius felt uneasy, a sense of dread settling in his bones. He had learned to trust his instincts, and right now, they were screaming at him that something was terribly wrong.
And then it happened.
In the dead of night, a dark figure appeared in the mansion's courtyard. Lucius recognized the aura immediately — a "demon", powerful and malicious. His heart raced as he rushed to his parents' chambers.
But he was too late.
The demon had already struck, its claws dripping with blood. His mother lay lifeless on the ground, her body torn apart. His father, barely standing, tried to shield her, but he too was mortally wounded.
"No!" Lucius screamed, his voice breaking as his "Atomic Power" flared uncontrollably. Shadows exploded from his body, but they were wild and chaotic, unable to reach the demon.
The demon sneered at Lucius, recognizing the raw potential in the child. "You're not ready," it hissed before vanishing into the night, leaving Lucius in a pool of blood, his parents dead at his feet.
Lucius fell to his knees, his heart shattered.