The Devil's Villain In a Lewd Superhero World
Chapter 5: King
Tyson stepped back from the breach, closing his eyes and reaching out with his senses. The familiar coolness of shadows enveloped him, responding to his call. In an instant, he vanished, reappearing from the shadows cast by a fallen support beam in the vast hangar bay of the mothership. The hangar was a scene of utter chaos. The smaller alien craft lay strewn about, many damaged beyond repair from the crash. Sparks flew from severed power conduits, and the acrid smell of burning electronics filled the air. Water poured in from all directions.
Tyson's eyes darted around the cavernous space, searching for a ship. Most of the ships were either damaged or had already been commandeered by fleeing Greys. But then, tucked away in a corner, partially hidden by debris, he spotted an intact spacecraft. He made his way over, carefully navigating through the wreckage. As he drew closer, he realized why this particular craft had been overlooked. The crash had caused a portion of the hangar's ceiling to collapse, creating a barrier of twisted metal and broken machinery around the ship. It would have been nearly impossible for the panicked Greys to reach it in their rush to evacuate.
Reaching out to the shadows once more, he slipped through the debris field as if it weren't there. In moments, he stood before the alien craft.
He mumbled, "I Can Do This All Day," the mantra allowing him to trudge through the shadows into the vessel. The interior of the craft came to life as he entered, holographic displays flickering into existence around him. The ship's engines hummed to life. With a gentle touch on the controls, the ship lifted off the hangar floor. He maneuvered carefully, threading his way through the debris field and out of the gaping hole in the mothership's hull. As he emerged into the open air, the full scale of the crash site became apparent.
The mothership had carved a deep furrow into the bay, displacing millions of gallons of water. Smaller alien craft darted about like angry hornets, some fleeing the scene while others seemed to be regrouping.
Tyson banked the ship, turning away from the crash site and back towards Manhattan, towards Bryant Park, where he'd seen the alien princesses. The alien craft responded beautifully to his commands, effortlessly weaving between skyscrapers. He found himself grinning despite the situation. There was something undeniably cool about piloting an honest-to-goodness flying saucer through New York City.
As he neared Bryant Park, Tyson's expression grew serious once more. He scanned the area below, searching for any sign of his soon-to-be companions.
Bringing the ship lower, he circled the park, eyes darting from point to point, seeking any flash of Maya's fiery presence or Thara's shadowy form.
And then he saw them. Still locked in combat with their father and the Empire 5. The stolen alien craft provided a bird's eye view as the aliens battled the heroes.
What could he possibly do in this situation?
His shadow powers, while useful for stealth and transportation, seemed woefully inadequate against such raw power. The alien pistol at his hip felt like a toy compared to the energies being flung about below.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. This was not the time for self-doubt. He had made a deal with the Devil himself, and he was not about to back down now. Tyson opened his eyes and, with a thought, called up his system menu. The display flickered to life before him in a stark reminder of the game-like nature of his new existence. Technology had served him well so far, allowing him to commandeer the mothership and wreak havoc on the alien invasion. But that was a long-term strategy. Right now, he needed something immediate, something that could level the playing field or cement him as a power that was capable of entering into such a high-level battle.
His finger hovered over the menu, scrolling through options. Elemental powers? No, he'd been down that road already. His eyes narrowed as he continued to search.
Then, an Item caught his eye. He usually wouldn't have considered an Item as he worried that the Origin Story Drawback would make him hunt for it on his own and it wouldn't be instantly available. However, in this case, with its unique description, he believed it might be something he would inherit immediately. Or perhaps the devil's power would align things just enough that he could pull it off.
[ 600 CP] Big Shoes to Fill (Items)
Having your own identity is the ideal cape experience, but sometimes you get your start wearing a mantle that someone else wore before you. In your case, the mantle in question is this costume, one designed to mimic the appearance of a hero or villain of your choice. By donning this mantle, you'll inherit the legacy of whoever you're imitating. You needn't become an exact duplicate of that person, but the more you accomplish while wearing this mantle, the more you'll gradually grow into your borrowed identity. It starts with your skills and powers growing rapidly in ways that allow you to mimic your predecessor, but as you continue, you'll eventually obtain everything that once belonged to them, from their equipment and resources to their teammates and even their former love interests, who will quickly grow to care as much for you as they did for your predecessor. However, while you can imitate the dead without consequences, you might run into problems if you imitate someone who's still alive and not interested in being replaced.
He chose the identity of Karl KZ'orr, Supreme Commander of the Soliarch fleet. Through the mothership's viewing screens, he watched KZ'orr trade blows with Archmage and Boogiedown over the Manhattan skyline. The alien king avoided Archmage's mystic bolts while matching Boogiedown blow for blow in a display of raw power that made the air crack with each impact.
"Perfect," Tyson said. He'd already seized their flagship and turned their own technology against them. Now, he would take the final step by claiming the crown itself.
The battle outside intensified. Archmage's crimson cloak billowed as he wove complex patterns of eldritch energy while Boogiedown's enhanced muscles strained against KZ'orr's superior strength. Yet the alien king held his own, proof of why he commanded such a vast interstellar empire.
Tyson stood, the decision crystallizing in his mind. "Time to complete the set. Armor, ship, and now crown." The power of the strongest being he'd encountered would soon be his. It wasn't just about raw strength. It was about claiming his rightful place in the hierarchy he'd begun establishing by taking control of the mothership. The mantle of the Soliarch king called to him like gravity itself.
The selection was confirmed with a soft chime, and he felt the first stirrings of change beginning within him.
Character Points: 350
WARNING: You are attempting to fill the shoes of a living individual. Powers will manifest in a limited fashion until Karl KZ'orr is defeated. Limited version of Alien Superpower granted.
Tyson blinked, absorbing the information. He felt a strange tingling sensation coursing through his body, like static electricity dancing just beneath his skin. It wasn't the overwhelming surge of power he'd hoped for, but it was something. The message continued.
Your power is fueled by cosmic energy, replenished by sunlight, starlight, or sexual activity. Energy blasts can stun foes with lethal force or arousal if you'd prefer. Strength increases with stored energy. Extended energy deprivation may result in power loss until rejuvenated.
POWER SYNERGY DETECTED.
Superpower: Elemental Darkness
Adjusting…
Soliarch highborns are always born in twin pairs: One born of the sun and stars and one born of the void. With your affinity for the darkness, you have gained the traits of a young voidborn Soliarch. Your power is fueled by cosmic energy, replenished by darkness or sexual activity. Void blasts drain the energy from foes but can instead attack the energy pathways, causing arousal if you'd prefer. Strength increases with stored energy. Extended energy deprivation may result in power loss until rejuvenated.
Tyson glanced at the battle raging outside, watching KZ'orr tank blows from Boogiedown. The alien king showed no signs of slowing down. But KZ'orr had been fighting non-stop since the invasion began. How long had it been since he'd had a chance to recharge?
"He's running on solar power alone," Tyson muttered, a plan forming in his mind. "And he's been fighting for hours. He should be weakening, even if it's not obvious yet."
It was past time to join the fray, ready or not.
He maneuvered the craft closer to the battle, heart pounding in his chest. The sheer scale of the conflict was intimidating. Boogiedown's enhanced muscles strained as he grappled with KZ'orr midair, the impact of their collisions sending shockwaves through the surrounding buildings. Archmage floated nearby, his crimson cloak billowing as he wove complex patterns of eldritch energy. Beams of mystic force lashed out, forcing KZ'orr to break away from Boogiedown to avoid them. The alien king's movements were still powerful, but Tyson thought he detected a slight delay in his reactions. It wasn't much, but it was something to work with. Setting the ship's weapon arrays to target the king, then synching the firing with the HUD within his armor, he headed to the docking ramp.
Tyson took a deep breath, steadying himself. He'd faced down the Devil himself and come out on top. He could do this. He opened the ship's lower ramp, the wind whipping at his face as he stepped out onto the hull. The tingling sensation beneath his skin intensified, and he felt a warmth building in his chest.
"Here goes nothing," he muttered, waiting for an opening.
The alien king twisted through the air, his cape a crimson blur as he narrowly evaded another of Archmage's shimmering spellbolts. In that split second of distraction, the targeting reticle in his HUD flashed green, locking onto KZ'orr's exposed back.
"Got you," Tyson whispered. The ship's main cannon hummed to life, capacitors releasing their stored power in a brilliant lance of green-white energy. The beam caught KZ'orr square between his shoulder blades, the impact sending ripples through the air itself. The alien king's body went rigid, his aura flickering like a guttering flame as the blast drove him forward.
The satisfaction of a clean hit lasted only moments before KZ'orr recovered. The alien king stiffened, his flight pattern faltering for a moment. He whirled around, eyes wide with surprise as he spotted Tyson. "What is this?" KZ'orr growled, his voice carrying even over the din of battle.
Tyson, fully encased in the alien battle armor, called out, "Just evening the odds a bit, Your Highness."
Boogiedown and Archmage exchanged confused glances, clearly unsure what to make of this new development. He didn't blame them. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing either.
KZ'orr's face contorted with rage. He charged, moving faster than seemed possible. Tyson's eyes widened, and he instinctively reached for the shadows around him. In an instant, he vanished, reappearing on a nearby rooftop.
Tyson stepped out of the shadow onto the rooftop and looked back at the alien ship. King KZ'orr shot like a bullet through where he'd just been standing and continued undeterred by the ship, tearing through it as if it was made of styrofoam. The vessel crumpled and shattered, raining debris onto the streets below.
The king circled around, his eyes locking onto Tyson's position on the nearby rooftop. He hovered above, radiating power and fury. The heroes and princesses halted their combat, all eyes fixed on this unexpected newcomer. King KZ'orr's face twisted with irritation, but the act of destroying the ship seemed to have vented some of his aggression.
"I challenge you for dominion over the Soliarch on Earth."
King KZ'orr's laughter boomed across the cityscape. "You?" he scoffed, his amusement tinged with disbelief. "Who are you to challenge me?"
"I'm the one who wears your armor. I'm the one who took down your mothership and claimed it as my own." He paused, letting his words sink in before delivering the final blow. "I'm the one who's going to take your crown."
The king's laughter died abruptly, mirth fading from his features like water evaporating in the desert sun. His eyes narrowed, scrutinizing Tyson with newfound intensity. "Only a Soliarch may lead," he declared, "There are no male Soliarchs on this planet. I know. I killed all the others who left our world with us."
Tyson disengaged his helmet. As the faceplate retracted, the onlooking aliens collectively gasped.
Maya, the tanned princess, exclaimed, "It cannot be."
His appearance had undergone a startling transformation. His once warm brown skin had paled to an almost ghostly white. His eyes, previously a rich brown, now gleamed like twin black holes, seeming to absorb light rather than reflect it. While he lacked the imposing stature of the Soliarch king, Tyson now appeared as the monarch's negative, the dark to KZ'orr's light.
Gone were the soft, human features that had defined his face. His cheekbones had sharpened, taking on an otherworldly angularity. His hair, once a short crop of black curls, now flowed in long, black strands that seemed to float and shift as if suspended in zero gravity.
The King's eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in suspicion. He pointed an accusing finger. "A void-touched," he growled, the words dripping with a mixture of fear and disgust. "Where did you come from?"
Tyson pointedly ignored the king's question, his gaze sweeping down to where Maya and Thara hovered, their faces a mixture of awe and confusion.
"Princesses of the Soliarch. You've seen the chaos that has unfolded here today. Your invasion force lies in tatters scattered across this city. The mothership, your greatest weapon, now rests in the bay, its systems under my control." He paused, letting the gravity of the situation sink in. "Your father's reign is coming to an end. His conquest shall not continue. Not here. Not on Earth." He extended a hand, palm up, in a gesture of invitation. "I offer you a choice. A chance to forge a new path."
"Join me."
Tyson's voice softened, taking on an almost pleading tone. "Your best chance for survival on this planet, for carving out a place where you can truly belong, lies with me."
The princesses exchanged glances, uncertainty written across their features. Above them, King KZ'orr's face contorted with rage, his aura flaring brighter in response to this unexpected threat to his authority. His eyes blazed like twin suns.
"You dare ignore me?!" he roared, charging forward, his body becoming a streak of light as he hurtled towards Tyson.
Tyson had expected an attack, figuring that ignoring the king would inflame the man. He reached for the shadows, ready to slip away as he had before. But the King was faster this time. As he flew, a beam of searing energy erupted from his outstretched hand, aimed directly at the rooftop. The world dissolved into darkness as he slipped into the shadow realm. But even here, in this place of perpetual twilight, he felt the intensity of the King's attack. The beam's brilliance chased away the shadows that were Tyson's refuge.
As he emerged from the shadows onto a nearby building, he felt that the route back to the previous rooftop was gone, the shadows there annihilated by the King's brilliant attack. It was as if a hole had been punched through the fabric of the shadow realm itself.
It was a weakness he would have to consider carefully.
His ability to slip into shadows was a powerful tool, but it relied on those shadows existing in the first place. The King's attacks were so bright, so powerful, that they chased away the very darkness Tyson needed to move freely. It was like the King was his perfect counter, a being of such intense light that he could cut off escape routes entirely. But as this realization sank in, another thought occurred. If he was vulnerable to the King's light, could the reverse be true as well? Could his darkness be equally effective against the King?
He didn't have long to ponder this possibility. The King was already scanning the area, his eyes searching for any sign of his challenger.
Meanwhile, the King's destructive blast tore through the upper half of the building, sending chunks of concrete and steel raining down onto the streets below. Archmage's crimson cloak billowed as he raised his hands, mystic energy coalescing to form a shimmering barrier that caught the falling debris. Boogiedown launched himself skyward, his powerful legs propelling him toward the alien monarch.
Tyson welcomed the distraction, grateful for the moment's reprieve. He turned his attention back to the princesses, who had been re-engaged by the remaining members of the Empire 5. His void-black eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation, watching as Maya, the brighter of the two, traded blows with Siren and Queens Kid.
Without hesitation, Tyson stepped into the shadows, the darkness embracing him like an old friend. In an instant, he materialized behind Maya, his sudden appearance catching her opponents off guard.
"So, what'll it be, princess?"
Queens Kid recovered quickly, his high-tech gloves crackling with electricity. He thrust his hand forward, unleashing a bolt of blue-white energy that arced through the air toward Tyson. But as the bolt approached, the world around him seemed to slow, each millisecond stretching out like taffy, allowing him to sidestep the attack, feeling the heat of the electricity as it passed harmlessly by.
He raised his own hand in response. Dark energy swirled around his fingertips, coalescing into a bolt of pure shadow. But as the energy gathered, something unexpected happened. Tendrils of vibrant pink energy began to intertwine with the darkness, creating a mesmerizing contrast of light and dark.
With a thought, Tyson released the bolt. It streaked through the air, a writhing mass of black and pink energy that seemed to distort the very space around it. Queens Kid's eyes widened behind his mask as he saw the attack coming. He launched into an acrobatic flip, his body twisting in midair as he sought to evade the strange projectile.
The bolt missed Queens Kid by mere inches, but its passage left a trail of shimmering darkness in its wake. The air crackled with residual energy, and for a moment, the combatants paused.
Tyson seized the opportunity created by the lull in combat. He turned to Maya, his void-black eyes locking onto her fiery gaze. "You've seen what I can do," he said, his voice low and intense. "I've brought down your mothership, challenged your father, and now I stand before you offering a choice."
Maya's expression was a mixture of confusion and intrigue. The heat radiating from her form intensified, creating a shimmering haze around her body. "And what choice is that?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity beneath its regal tone.
"Join me," he repeated, his words carrying more weight this time. "Your invasion has failed. Earth will not fall. But that doesn't mean you can't find a place here."
He gestured towards the chaos surrounding them, the battles raging across the New York skyline. "Look around you. This world is filled with beings of power, heroes, and villains alike. You and your sister could carve out a place for yourselves here, free from the expectations of your empire."
Maya's eyes darted between Tyson and her sister Thara, who was engaged in combat nearby. "And what of our people?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "Those who followed us here?"
"I have control of the mothership. It's disabled currently, but tomorrow, it'll be fully functional, and the shields will be restored. I'll allow the forces to return within the safe haven of its shields if they declare fealty to me. But it starts with you and your sister making a choice."
"Hold it right there," Siren called out. "You can't just give these invaders a free pass after everything they've done."
Tyson turned to face the heroes, his void-black eyes unreadable. Siren's gaze swept across the devastated cityscape, taking in the smoking ruins and crumbling buildings.
"Look around you," she continued, gesturing at the destruction. "How many lives have been lost today? How many homes were destroyed? These aliens can't just walk away from that."
Maya's expression hardened, her fiery aura intensifying. "We came here under orders," she began, but Siren cut her off.
"Orders or not, you're responsible for your actions," Siren retorted. "There has to be accountability."
Queens Kid nodded in agreement, his mask hiding most of his expression but not the determination in his voice. "Yeah, what she said. You can't just invade a planet and then expect to get off scot-free when things don't go your way."
He crouched low, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. "I mean, come on," he quipped, his tone lighter despite the tension in the air. "If I tried to take over my neighbor's apartment and trashed the place, I'd at least expect to lose my security deposit." Queens Kid couldn't resist another quip. "Hey, if you're looking for community service options, I hear the Statue of Liberty could use a good polishing. Nothing says 'sorry for invading' like shining up a national monument, right?"
Despite the gravity of the situation, he had to admit, the kid's humor was a welcome break from the tension. Siren, however, was not amused. "This isn't a joke," she snapped. "People have died. Families have lost everything. There has to be justice."
Tyson's eyes narrowed at the heroes' interjection. He turned slightly, keeping Maya in his peripheral vision while addressing the Empire 5 members. "That isn't your decision to make," he said, his voice carrying an edge of authority. "In war, the victor sets the terms of surrender. In case you haven't noticed, I'm the one in control of the mothership. I'm setting the terms."
He returned his full attention to Maya, his expression softening slightly. "I'm not asking you to trust me blindly. I'm offering you a chance to shape your own destiny, free from the constraints of your father's rule, the expectations of your empire, and the so-called justice of these heroes."
Maya's brow furrowed as she considered Tyson's words. The flames surrounding her flickered, reflecting her internal conflict. "And what of my sister?" she asked, her gaze drifting to where Thara was locked in combat with Mirror Image. "I won't abandon her."
"Of course not. This offer extends to both of you. Together, you could be a formidable force on this planet, allies rather than conquerors."
Queens Kid crouched, fingers spread wide as electricity danced across his skin. He prepared to attack, the air filling with crackling energy. "Enough talk," he said, "It's time to end this."
"I don't want to fight you," Tyson said. "But I won't let you take them either." His eyes flicked to Maya before returning to Queens Kid, expression resolute. "Stand down."
But the hero didn't listen. He released the bolt he'd been charging. Tyson melted into the shadows, the world around him becoming a negative image of itself as he slipped through the dark dimension. He emerged behind Queens Kid in perfect silence, reaching out with one hand. Despite his enhanced reflexes, Queens Kid's attempted dodge came a heartbeat too late.
The real danger wasn't Tyson's hand. From Queens Kid's own shadow, inky black tendrils rose like smoke given physical form. They coiled around his legs, slithering upward to encircle his torso and arms. He struggled in vain, soon standing immobilized in a cocoon of living darkness.
Tyson felt the shadows respond to his will, though he hadn't consciously called them. The power flowed through him naturally, as if it had always been there, waiting to be discovered. Each tendril was an extension of himself, a new weapon in his arsenal. The shadows weren't just for traveling or concealing anymore. They could capture, restrain, and bind.
The electricity crackling around Queens Kid's form dimmed and sputtered as the shadows tightened their grip. His powers, impressive as they were, couldn't penetrate the absolute darkness that now held him fast.
"Enough," Tyson said, his voice carrying a weight of authority that seemed to ripple through the air. "This is between me and the princesses. Stand down."
The command in his tone gave even Siren pause. She hesitated, her siren song dying on her lips as she reassessed the situation.
Maya's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of recognition passing across her features. "You speak as one born to command," she said, a note of respect creeping into her voice. "Perhaps... perhaps there is truth in your words."
Tyson took a step closer, his hand still extended in invitation. "Together, we can forge a new path."
Thara's voice cut through the tension-filled air, her pale features contorted with a mixture of concern and suspicion. "Don't trust him, Maya!" she called out, disengaging from her fight with Mirror Image.
"The offer extends to you as well, Princess Thara," he said, his voice calm and measured. "I'm offering both of you a chance at freedom, a new beginning on this planet."
Thara's brow furrowed, her pale skin seeming to absorb the light around her. "We don't know you," she said, her voice laced with skepticism. "You look like one of us, but you challenge my father. Where were you during our exile?"
"I'm an exile of sorts myself," Tyson replied enigmaticly. "I arrived separately." He didn't elaborate further.
The standoff had shifted, forming a triangle with Tyson at one point, the two alien princesses at another, and the three heroes, Mirror Image, Siren, and Queens Kid, at the third. Each faction eyed the others warily.
Mirror Image slammed her shield, a gleaming disc of otherworldly metal, into the shadowy tendrils binding Queens Kid. The artifact cut through his shadows, dissipating them into wisps of darkness that quickly faded away. Queens Kid stumbled forward, freed from his dark prison. He shook his limbs, electricity dancing across his skin as he regained his composure. "Thanks," he muttered to Mirror Image.
Mirror Image stepped forward, her posture shifting from combative to diplomatic. "Maybe we can come to some agreement," she said, her voice steady and reasonable. "This doesn't have to end in more violence."
Tyson's eyes narrowed, assessing the hero's offer. He glanced up at the sky, where King KZ'orr was still engaged in battle with Boogiedown and Archmage. The Soliarch monarch's fury was evident even from this distance, his attacks growing more frenzied with each passing moment.
"Let me take them away," he countered, gesturing towards Maya and Thara. "You can focus on fighting him," he added, pointing towards KZ'orr. "Isn't he the real threat here?"
Siren's eyes flashed with indignation. "We're not cleaning up your mess for you," she snapped, her voice carrying a hint of her siren's power. "You can't just waltz in here, cause chaos, and then expect us to deal with the consequences while you slip away."
"My mess? Cause chaos? You should be thanking me. Remember that massive spaceship in the sky. Yeah, that was me who handled it while you were all playing in the park." Tyson's expression hardened, his void-black eyes seeming to draw in the very light around him. "We're leaving together, no matter what," he declared, his voice low and intense. "There isn't an outcome where I let you capture any of us."
The air grew thick with tension as both sides stood their ground. Maya and Thara exchanged glances, their sibling bond evident even in this moment of crisis. They moved closer together, presenting a united front despite their earlier disagreement.
"And what guarantee do we have that you won't turn on us the moment we're away from here?" Thara asked, her voice cold and calculating. "For all we know, you could be planning to use us as bargaining chips against our father."
Tyson turned to face the sisters fully, his expression softening slightly. "I understand your suspicion," he said, his tone sincere. "But I'm trying to secure your future. I've already challenged your father. I brought down your mothership and promised to repair it to provide protection for you. If I wanted to use you as bargaining chips, I would have attacked you instead of the heroes."
Maya's fiery aura flickered, her expression thoughtful. "He has a point, sister," she said softly. "And what other choice do we have? Our invasion has failed. Father..." She trailed off, her gaze drifting skyward to where KZ'orr still raged.
Mirror Image took another step forward; her shield lowered but still at the ready. "We can offer protection," she said, addressing the alien princesses directly. "Earth has laws and systems in place to deal with refugees, even extraterrestrial ones."
Queens Kid nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, and we've got some experience with alien visitors. It's not all bad, mind you. Some of them even ended up as heroes."
Siren remained skeptical. "And what about him?" she asked, jerking her head in Tyson's direction. "He's clearly not from around here either, and he's already shown he's willing to fight against us."
Maya stepped forward, placing herself between Tyson and the heroes. "Wait," she said, her voice carrying the authority of royalty. "Perhaps... perhaps there's a middle ground here."
All eyes turned to the solar princess, the glow of her power casting dancing shadows across the faces of those around her. "You offer protection," she said, addressing Mirror Image. "And you offer freedom," she continued, turning to Tyson. Is there not a way to have both?"
Thara's eyes darted between Tyson and the heroes. "We can't trust either of them," she mumbled, her voice low enough that only Maya could hear.
Maya's brow furrowed, the flames surrounding her flickering with uncertainty. "What choice do we have?" she whispered back, her tone tinged with resignation.
Thara's expression hardened, her pale features set with determination. "I'm not going with either of them," she declared, her voice rising. "I'm activating Plan B."
Siren tensed at Thara's words. "What's Plan B?" she demanded.
The Queens Kid couldn't help but make a joke. "Isn't that the one that comes with a trip to the pharmacy? You're lucky you invaded New York. If you'd attacked down south, you'd be shit out of luck."
Before anyone could react to his ill-timed joke, Thara launched herself skyward. Dark energy crackled around her form as she ascended rapidly, leaving a trail of shadowy mist in her wake.
Queens Kid and Siren sprang into action without hesitation. With a powerful leap, Siren soared after Thara, propelled by a jet of water she conjured from the moisture in the air.
Queens Kid's body crackled with electricity as he bounded from one piece of debris to another, using his static cling abilities to launch himself higher and higher in pursuit of the fleeing princess.
Tyson reacted instinctively, his hand shooting out towards Siren. Dark energy swirled around his fingers, coalescing into a bolt of pure shadow. The projectile streaked through the air, aimed squarely at the aquatic hero's back.
Mirror Image proved she wasn't just a normal person with a 'magic' shield. She leapt between Tyson and Siren, her shield raised high. The mysterious metal of her weapon gleamed as it intercepted Tyson's attack. The bolt of darkness struck the shield's surface and rebounded, its trajectory altered by the perfect angle of Mirror Image's defense.
Maya, caught off guard by the sudden flurry of action, had no time to react. The reflected bolt slammed into her chest, enveloping her in a cocoon of swirling darkness.
Tyson spun towards Maya, expecting to see her crumpled on the ground or writhing in pain. Instead, the sight that greeted him was entirely unexpected.
Maya stood, swaying slightly, her eyes wide and unfocused. A soft gasp escaped her lips, not one of pain, but of... pleasure? The flames that usually danced around her form had dimmed, replaced by tendrils of shadow that caressed her skin like loving fingers.
"Oh," she breathed. Her normally regal posture had softened, and she looked almost intoxicated as if the dark energy had filled her with a euphoric high.
He reached her side just as her knees began to buckle. He caught her in his arms, supporting her weight as she leaned against him. Up close, he could see the play of light and shadow across her features, her eyes dilated and unfocused.
"Maya?" Tyson asked, concerned, "Are you alright?"
Maya's gaze slowly focused on Tyson's face, a dreamy smile spreading across her lips. "I... I feel amazing," she murmured, her voice thick. "What was that?"
The chaos of the battle seemed to fade into the background as Tyson held Maya.
Mirror Image lowered her shield, her stance wary as she observed the unexpected turn of events. "What did you do to her?" she demanded.
Before he could utter a word, Maya's finger pressed gently against his lips. Her touch was warm, almost feverishly so, a stark contrast to the cool shadows that still swirled around her form.
"Shhhh," Maya breathed, her eyes locked onto Tyson's. "Don't tell them." Her voice, though intended as a whisper, carried clearly to the others nearby. The solar princess seemed oblivious to this fact, lost in the euphoria of the moment.
"It feels so good," she continued, her words slightly slurred as if she were intoxicated. The shadows danced across her skin, intertwining with the faint glow of her solar energy in a mesmerizing display. "If they knew, they'd try to take it for themselves."
Mirror Image took a step back, her posture shifting from defensive to bewildered. The hero's eyes darted between Tyson and Maya, trying to make sense of the bizarre scene. "What's happening to her?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of concern and suspicion.
Queens Kid, who had paused in his pursuit of Thara to witness this strange turn of events, let out a low whistle. "Whoa," he muttered, electricity crackling around him as he fidgeted uncomfortably. "Is this, uh, normal for alien princesses?"
"I want more," she murmured, her voice filled with longing. Her fingers traced the contours of his face with an almost reverent touch.
She leaned up and closed the distance between them. Her lips met his in a kiss that was as surprising as it was intense. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but to Tyson, it felt like an eternity. He could taste sunlight on her lips and feel the raw power of a star coursing through her body. When Maya finally pulled away, her eyes were glowing with an inner fire that seemed to dance between gold and deepest black.
"Wow," Maya breathed. She swayed slightly in Tyson's arms, a dreamy smile playing across her lips.
Mirror Image cleared her throat awkwardly, her shield lowered but her stance still wary. Queens Kid, never one to let an opportunity for levity pass, quipped, "Is this what they mean by star-crossed lovers? Because I gotta say, I didn't see this plot twist coming."
Maya, seemingly oblivious to the tension surrounding them, nestled closer. Her fingers traced patterns on his chest, leaving trails of faint light in their wake. "You taste like the sunset," she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. "It's... intoxicating."
Queens Kid, who had paused in his pursuit of Thara, called down from his perch atop a nearby lamppost. "Uh, guys? Not to interrupt whatever's going on down there, but we've got a bigger problem."
All eyes turned skyward, following Queens Kid's pointing finger. Thara had dove back toward the ground. She hit one of the large sewer grates on the sidewalk and plowed right through the metal, disappearing underground. The Soliarch king had disengaged from his battle with Boogiedown and Archmage, his attention now fully on his daughter.
Even from this distance, the fury radiating from KZ'orr was palpable.
Maya stirred in his arms, her eyes clearing as she regained her composure. She looked up at Tyson and then at the sky, where her father hovered angrily. "If you can stop him and get Thara, then I'm with you," she said, her voice regaining its regal authority despite the lingering effects of the dark energy.
"Alright," he said as he tried to formulate a plan. "One thing at a time, let's get you to safety first. It seems like you're done fighting today."
Mirror Image stepped forward, her shield at the ready. "Hold on just a minute," she said.
The shadows enveloped Tyson and Maya, swallowing them whole before Mirror Image could finish her sentence. The hero's words were cut off, replaced by the eerie silence of the shadow realm.
The mothership was in the waters of the bay south of Manhattan. It was at least 7 miles south of their position. He had never attempted to cover such a vast distance through the shadows before. Not even close. In the past, moving through this dark dimension felt like wading through thick molasses, each step a struggle against an unseen force. But something had changed. The shadows no longer seemed to resist his presence. Instead, they welcomed him, embracing him like an old friend.
As they traversed the inky blackness, energy coursed through Tyson's body. The shadows weren't weighing him down anymore. They were rejuvenating him, filling him with a strength he'd never experienced.
His feet left the 'ground,' and suddenly, he was flying through the shadow realm. The sensation was exhilarating, like nothing he'd ever felt before. He held Maya close as they soared through the darkness, covering miles in what felt like mere moments.
The journey that should have taken considerable time and herculean effort passed in the blink of an eye. Before Tyson could fully process the magnitude of what he'd just accomplished, they emerged in the control room of the mothership, several miles south of where they'd started.
Gently setting Maya down, her warmth lingered on his skin even as the shadows receded. "You'll be safe here," he assured her, his voice filled with a confidence he hadn't felt before. "I promise I'll get your sister."
Her eyes met his, and for a moment, Tyson saw a flicker of disappointment cross her face. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm. "Wait," she said, her voice urgent. "You need to know about Plan B."
Tyson paused, his attention fully on Maya as she began to explain.
"Before the invasion began openly, the Greys set up bases and labs underground, in the sewers and tunnels beneath the city." His mind flashed back to the lab he'd seen in the alien ship earlier, the strange equipment and data he'd only glimpsed. It all started to make a terrible kind of sense. Maya's next words sent a chill down his spine. "They have a creature. They were going to release it if the invasion stalled or was prolonged to give us the upper hand."
An unknown creature, bred in secret with alien science, was waiting in the tunnels beneath their feet. Tyson cursed under his breath.
"Thanks for telling me," he said grimly. "I'll make sure to bring your sister back."
Maya nodded her expression a mixture of gratitude and concern. As Tyson turned to leave, she called out once more. "Be careful," she said softly. "The creature... it's unlike anything in this world."
He gave her a reassuring nod before stepping back into the shadows. The darkness welcomed him once again, wrapping around him like a second skin. As he prepared to navigate back through the city, his mind was filled with questions. What kind of creature had the Greys created? How dangerous was it? And how was he going to find Thara in the vast network of tunnels beneath New York City?
He had a princess to rescue, a creature to stop, and an alien king to thwart. Just another day in the life of a reluctant supervillain.
With a thought, Tyson propelled himself forward, flying through the shadow realm with speed and purpose.
— The Devil's Villain In A Lewd Superhero World —
Tyson materialized from the shadows, his eyes widening at the change in the battle. The scene before him had shifted dramatically in the brief minutes of his absence. Archmage lay prone on the ground, Queens Kid hovering over him with concern etched across his face. Boogiedown continued to engage King KZ'orr, but the alien monarch's attacks had grown wild and erratic.
The instant he reappeared, KZ'orr's attention snapped to him. "You!" The King's voice boomed across the park, rage evident in his otherworldly tone. Energy crackled around his hands, building to a crescendo of raw power.
Time seemed to slow as KZ'orr unleashed a massive, searing attack toward the grounded heroes. Tyson's enhanced perception allowed him to take in every detail of the unfolding chaos. Mirror Image braced herself behind her shield. Queens Kid's eyes widened in shock, his body wanting to escape but not fast enough to avoid the incoming blast. Siren attempted to raise a protective water barrier, but her efforts appeared futile against the oncoming onslaught.
Without hesitation, Tyson stepped into the shadows behind Queens Kid. He grabbed the young hero and the fallen Archmage, pulling them into the inky darkness.
Tyson had felt that time passed more slowly within the shadows. It was as if he had spent longer moving within the realm than what the outside world indicated, but he hadn't had a good way to measure the difference. Emerging from the shadows, he saw that the blast still hadn't arrived while he traversed the darkness, confirming his suspicions.
Siren and Mirror Image remained in place.
He knew with absolute certainty that he didn't have time to save them both. A curse escaped his lips as he vanished once more into the darkness.
He had to choose.
Reappearing behind Mirror Image, sheltered by the shadow of her shield, Tyson made his choice. He preferred her diplomacy to Siren's brashness.
His gaze fell upon Siren, guilt gnawing at him as he realized the futility of attempting to save her. Trying to reach her even with his enhanced abilities would mean certain incineration.
A flash of blue caught Tyson's eye, streaking towards Siren's position. Hope flared in his chest, but he couldn't delay his escape any longer. Stepping back into the shadows, he reappeared next to Queens Kid.
A blur materialized beside them, resolving into Sarah's familiar form with Siren in her arms.
Relief washed over Tyson. "Good save," he said. "You weren't kidding when you said search and rescue."
Sarah's eyes widened as she took in Tyson's transformed appearance. "Not bad yourself," she replied with a hint of awe. "What in the world happened to you?"
"Shadow powers," he answered.
The group huddled together, catching their breath. Queens Kid looked shaken but unharmed, while Archmage remained unconscious, breathing shallow but steady.
"KZ'orr's gone completely off the rails. We can't let him keep throwing around that kind of power in the middle of the city."
Sarah nodded, her expression grim. "Agreed. But how do we stop him? He seems even more powerful than before."
The alien King's increased aggression worried him. "First things first," he said, gesturing to Archmage. "We need to get him somewhere safe. Sarah, can you get Archmage out of here?"
"No problem," Sarah replied, already moving to lift the unconscious hero. In a blur of motion, she disappeared with Archmage in tow.
Siren's eyes angrily flashed as she pushed wet hair strands from her face. "What the hell? Five minutes ago, he was our enemy, but now we're all buddy buddy?" Her fingers curled into fists at her sides.
Tyson spread his arms wide, shadows dancing across his transformed figure. "Take a look around. Who's trying to murder people right now? The guy leveling city blocks, or me?"
"He's got a point. And let's be real here." Queens Kid said, gesturing toward the destruction visible through the smoke-filled air. "Between psycho alien overlord and the guy who just helped save our lives? I know which one I'm more worried about." His mask tilted toward the ongoing devastation. "We can't just charge in against that kind of power. We need a real strategy."
The sound of distant explosions punctuated his words, underlining the urgency of their situation. Debris rained down several blocks away, accompanied by the wail of car alarms and screaming civilians.
Tyson turned to the gathered heroes with a resolute expression. "Okay, I have a plan."
Siren rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Great, here we go."
Ignoring her tone, Tyson pointed at Siren and Queens Kid. "You two, get out of here." He pivoted to face Mirror Image, his gaze intense. "I need you to cover me, keep him from hitting me with those energy blasts. But if he charges me, let him get in close. I want to take him hand to hand."
The heroes stared at him, their expressions mixed with disbelief and concern. Queens Kid broke the silence with a nervous chuckle. "Well, that's unexpected. Gotta say, not where I thought this was going."
Siren's lips curled into a sneer. "If you want him to smear you across the sidewalk like paste, I'm okay with that."
Mirror Image's brow furrowed beneath her mask. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah, I've got a plan. Or at least half a plan."
Queens Kid shrugged, relief evident in his posture. "Better than nothing, and it's not putting me in the crosshairs. I'm good with it." He gave Tyson a mock salute. "Best of luck, shadow guy." With that, he took off, dashing away from the battle into the smoke-filled streets.
Siren narrowed her eyes, studying him momentarily before following Queens Kid's lead.
Mirror Image turned to Tyson as the others departed. "Do you truly have a plan?"
"It's coming together," he said as his eyes tracked the ongoing battle above them. "The King seems to hate me. I can't say I blame him. But I think I know his weakness." He gestured toward the sky where KZ'orr and Boogiedown continued their brutal exchange. Both combatants looked ragged and tired, but their attacks still dwarfed anything the other heroes could muster.
Mirror Image shook her head, doubt creeping into her voice. "They're too strong."
"I'm betting this is the final flicker of the candle before it goes out." He took a deep breath, then shouted skyward, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "How does it feel to be a King with no kingdom and no subjects?"
KZ'orr snapped his head toward Tyson, his alien features contorting with unbridled rage. With a primal roar, he unleashed an energy blast.
True to the plan, Mirror Image raised her shield. The blast ricocheted off its surface, carving a molten trench through nearby buildings. But as KZ'orr abandoned his energy attacks and charged straight for Tyson, Mirror Image shifted out of the way of the alien monarch's approach.
Time seemed to slow as he watched KZ'orr's charge. His enhanced perception allowed him to track every detail of the alien's approach. The raw power emanating from KZ'orr was palpable, distorting the air around him like a heat haze.
KZ'orr's fist sailed toward Tyson with terrifying speed. Even with his enhanced abilities, he knew dodging was impossible. Instead, he braced himself and reached out, grasping KZ'orr's wrist as the punch connected.
The impact was catastrophic. Tyson felt himself driven downward, the concrete of the street giving way beneath him like tissue paper. The force of the blow carried them both through the ground and into the tunnels below. The Alien Battle Armor, though stated to be impervious to most damage, cracked under the immense pressure. His newly acquired alien physique, far more durable than his previous human form, screamed in protest at the punishment.
As they plummeted through layers of infrastructure, Tyson tried to push past the pain. He recognized the opportunity.
This was his chance.
KZ'orr had unknowingly done as Tyson wanted. Though he delivered a devastating blow, he'd knocked them both underground. Into Tyson's domain. The darkness. His grip tightened on the alien King's wrist. As the shadows of the underground engulfed them, he summoned his power, pulling them both into the Shadow Realm.
The transition was jarring. One moment, crumbling concrete and twisted metal surrounded them. The next, they were enveloped in an inky void. The Shadow Realm took hold, negating their downward momentum.
KZ'orr's eyes widened in shock and confusion as he was suddenly suspended in nothingness. The rage that had fueled his charge gave way to a flicker of uncertainty. "What trickery is this?" he snarled, his voice distorted by the strange acoustics of the realm.
Tyson let go of the King's wrist and put as much space between them as he could, battered as he was.
Allowing himself a grim smile, he did his best to ignore the pain that radiated through his body. "Welcome to my world, Your Majesty," he said, his voice mocking despite the strain. "Let's see how you fare when the playing field isn't in your favor."
The alien King's response was a roar of defiance as he lashed out with another punch. But in the Shadow Realm, his movements were sluggish, as if he were trying to fight underwater. And he was blinded by the all-encompassing darkness. Even injured, Tyson easily dodged the attack, gliding through the darkness.
"You dare challenge me?" KZ'orr bellowed, his composure cracking. "I am the conqueror of worlds! Subjugator of countless systems!"
As he circled his opponent, shadows coiled around his arms like living weapons. "And I'm just a guy who made a deal with the devil," he retorted. "Funny how things work out."
The King's roar of rage echoed through the Shadow Realm, a sound both deafening and muffled in the strange space. KZ'orr unleashed a barrage of energy blasts, his frustration manifesting as wild, uncontrolled bursts of power. The darkness around them seemed to recoil from the sudden influx of light, creating ripples in the inky void.
Tyson watched with fascination and satisfaction as the shadow realm absorbed the energy. Each blast, initially brilliant and fierce, quickly dimmed and faded. The darkness consumed the light, leaving only faint, ghostly afterimages that dissipated like smoke.
"No!" KZ'orr bellowed, his alien features contorted with fury and disbelief. "This cannot be!"
His gambit was paying off.
The Shadow Realm wasn't just resistant to KZ'orr's attacks but actively draining them. With each blast, the alien King's power diminished.
KZ'orr's eyes darted wildly, searching for his opponent in the impenetrable blackness. Realization dawned on his face, a moment of clarity amidst the chaos. With a snarl of determination, he gathered his remaining strength.
"Enough of these games!" The alien monarch's voice boomed through the void.
In an instant, KZ'orr expelled a massive surge of energy, a desperate, all-or-nothing gambit. The Shadow Realm erupted with light, momentarily banishing the darkness. For a split second, everything was visible. Including the strange, shifting landscape of the realm, the floating debris from their initial impact, and Tyson himself.
Tyson's eyes widened as he was suddenly exposed. The burst of light left him feeling vulnerable, his shadow powers momentarily suppressed. He braced himself, knowing KZ'orr wouldn't waste this opportunity.
The alien King didn't disappoint. With a triumphant roar, he closed the distance between them with frightening speed. His fist, crackling with the last remnants of his energy, aimed squarely at Tyson's chest.
The Shadow Realm seemed to resist his every action, while Tyson moved through it as easily as a fish through water. Tyson's enhanced perception, a gift from his newfound powers, allowed him to see every detail of KZ'orr's charge. The alien's muscles strained against his skin, his eyes blazed with desperation, and the energy around his fist pulsed erratically. While KZ'orr was far faster than Tyson, the environment in the Shadow Realm was against him. It sapped his strength and slowed his movements, making every gesture a greater challenge than the one before it. At the same time, Tyson gained strength, seemingly absorbing the darkness, becoming a greater challenge for KZ'orr.
Still, Tyson wasn't a match for the King yet. The blow landed, further cracking his Alien Battle Armor. Tyson spit out blood as he flew backward, but the King pressed his attack. He tried to dodge and fight back, but the King landed blow after blow.
KZ'orr's fists rained down, each impact reverberating through the Shadow Realm. Tyson's vision blurred, pain exploding across his body with each hit. He could taste copper in his mouth and feel the warmth of blood trickling down his face.
It wasn't until Tyson managed to land a stray shot with the Alien pistol he drew that it broke the beating the King was delivering. The energy blast caught KZ'orr off guard, searing across his shoulder and forcing him back.
KZ'orr expelled more energy to find Tyson in the darkness once again. The alien King's eyes darted wildly, searching for his opponent in the inky void. Bursts of energy flared from his hands, briefly illuminating the strange landscape around them.
Tyson floated, hunched over, bleeding. But still, he faced the King. His body screamed in protest, every movement sending waves of agony through him. Yet, he refused to back down.
He raised his hand and made a 'bring it on' gesture, saying, "I Can Do This All Day."
The words left his lips defiantly. The mantra was a promise to himself and a challenge to his opponent. Tyson felt a surge of determination course through him, pushing back the pain and fatigue.
"I will crush you, insect!"
But Tyson could see the strain in the alien King's posture, the way his energy flickered and waned. The Shadow Realm was taking its toll, draining the alien's strength with each passing moment.
"How?" KZ'orr gasped between attacks, his voice a mixture of rage and disbelief. "How are you doing this?"
Focusing on maintaining his assault, Tyson didn't answer immediately. He could feel the alien King's strength waning with each blow, the Shadow Realm continuing to sap his energy.
Finally, KZ'orr's attempts to fight back grew weaker.
Before, his attacks had been devastating; now, they were little more than beams cast by a flashlight into the darkness. The Shadow Realm absorbed them effortlessly, leaving no trace.
Tyson circled his opponent, shadows swirling around him like a living cloak. He could see the fear creeping into KZ'orr's eyes, the realization that he was outmatched in this strange domain.
"Your conquest ends here," Tyson declared firmly.
KZ'orr flew at Tyson once more, but his movements were slow, almost comical compared to his earlier speed and power.
Sidestepping the attack, he countered with a series of quick jabs, each one empowered by void energy. KZ'orr staggered back, his once-imposing form now hunched and battered.
As the fight continued, Tyson found himself growing in strength as the Shadow Realm empowered him, increasing his speed. He darted around KZ'orr, striking from unexpected angles, always staying just out of reach.
KZ'orr, in contrast, seemed to be struggling more with each passing moment. His attacks grew wilder, his defenses more desperate. The darkness clung to him like a weight, slowing his movements and dulling his senses.
"This isn't possible," KZ'orr gasped, his voice ragged. "I am supreme. I cannot be defeated by... by shadows!"
"Maybe it's time you learned some humility, Your Majesty."
With that, Tyson launched into a final assault. He moved through the shadows like a wraith, striking KZ'orr from all sides. Each blow was empowered by void energy, leaving trails of darkness in their wake. KZ'orr tried to defend himself, but in the oppressive gloom of the Shadow Realm, he might as well have been blindfolded and shackled.
The alien King's once-mighty form crumpled under the onslaught. His energy blasts nothing more than feeble sparks in the darkness. The Shadow Realm continued to drain him, sapping what little strength he had left.
As KZ'orr fell to his knees, Tyson stood over him, shadows swirling around his fists. The tables had turned completely. In this realm, Tyson held all the power, while the once-mighty alien conqueror was reduced to a battered, exhausted figure.
King KZ'orr's chuckle echoed through the Shadow Realm. The sound sent chills down Tyson's spine despite his apparent victory. The alien monarch, battered and kneeling, summoned a feeble trickle of energy. It was barely enough to illuminate the space around him, casting an eerie glow that seemed to push back against the encroaching darkness.
"To think," KZ'orr said, his voice a mixture of disbelief and grudging respect, "that a young upstart would usurp my throne." His eyes, once filled with rage, now held a strange glimmer of acceptance. "I was so careful to kill any void-touched to prevent this from happening." A flicker of his former regal bearing returned to his posture. "But if this is how it's to be, very well." He spread his arms wide, leaving himself open. "End this."
Tyson hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the alien King's apparent surrender. The void energy surged through him, empowering his fist with crackling dark power. He knew he should strike now, end the threat once and for all.
Yet something in KZ'orr's eyes gave him pause.
Shaking off his doubts, he stepped forward. The shadows seemed to part before him, acknowledging his mastery over this realm. He raised his fist, void energy coalescing around it in a swirling vortex of darkness.
KZ'orr remained motionless, his eyes never leaving Tyson's face. Something was in that gaze, a mixture of resignation and anticipation.
He brought his fist down in a powerful arc, aiming for KZ'orr's face. This was it, the final blow that would end the alien invasion and save Earth.
But at the last moment, KZ'orr moved with startling speed. His hands shot up, catching Tyson's wrist in an iron grip.
"Do you know what they used to call me when I was a young warrior?" KZ'orr asked, his voice low and intense. His grip tightened painfully. Tyson struggled to break free, but even the weakened King's remaining strength was enough to hold him captive. KZ'orr's eyes blazed with an inner fire, his voice rising to a triumphant shout.
"Supernova!"
In that instant, Tyson realized his mistake. He'd underestimated KZ'orr, fallen for the alien King's act of defeat. But it was too late.
The world exploded into blinding light.
KZ'orr's body erupted with energy, transforming into a living star. The brilliant radiance pushed back the shadows of the realm, creating a rapidly expanding sphere of pure, searing light.
Tyson was engulfed in a bright fire that washed over him like a tidal wave. The void energy that had empowered him moments ago offered no protection against this onslaught. He felt his skin blister and burn, his enhanced physique struggling to withstand the incredible heat.
The Shadow Realm itself seemed to recoil from the explosion, the darkness fleeing before the advancing wall of fire. Tyson's connection to the realm wavered, threatening to snap entirely under the strain of KZ'orr's attack.
Through the pain and disorientation, Tyson fought to maintain his focus. He could feel the Shadow Realm slipping away, its protective embrace fading as KZ'orr's nova continued to expand. It felt almost as if, through sheer power, they would both be thrown back into the real world.
Gritting his teeth against the agony, Tyson reached out with his mind, desperately trying to reconnect with the shadows. It was like trying to grasp smoke with his bare hands, the darkness slipping through his mental fingers.
KZ'orr's laughter rang out, distorted by the roaring flames. "Did you truly believe you could defeat me so easily, boy?" His voice seemed to come from everywhere at once, carried on waves of searing heat. "I am Supernova, destroyer of worlds! I am the star in the void, the light within the darkness!"
The fire engulfed him, threatening to consume him entirely. His armor, already damaged from their earlier fight, began to melt and warp under the intense heat. He could feel his consciousness starting to fade, overwhelmed by pain and the sheer power of KZ'orr's attack.
In that moment of desperation, Tyson winced out, "This is nothing. I Can Do This All Day."
With a supreme effort of will, he pushed back against the encroaching fire. He reached deep within himself, drawing on reserves of strength he didn't know he possessed. The shadows wouldn't heed his call, not engulfed in the fire, in the light.
But the void responded, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence.
Slowly, painfully, Tyson began to carve out a space within the inferno. A bubble of void formed around him, offering a thin barrier against KZ'orr's assault. It wasn't much, but it was enough to give him a moment to think, to plan.
KZ'orr's voice boomed again, tinged with surprise. "Impressive, but futile. You cannot hope to match my power!"
The nova intensified, redoubling its efforts to break through Tyson's meager defenses. The barrier of void energy wavered, threatening to collapse under the onslaught.
He couldn't maintain this stalemate for long. KZ'orr's power was overwhelming, and even with his connection to the Shadow Realm, Tyson was outmatched in raw energy output.
But as he felt the heat pressing in around him, an idea began to form. KZ'orr was expending an enormous amount of energy to maintain this nova form. If Tyson could just hold out long enough, perhaps the alien King would burn himself out. It was a desperate gambit, but it was all he had. He poured every ounce of his concentration into maintaining his void barrier.
The battle became one of endurance, a test of wills between Tyson's stubborn determination and KZ'orr's overwhelming power. Seconds stretched into what felt like hours as the nova raged around them, neither side willing to give an inch.
Tyson could feel his strength waning, the constant drain of maintaining the barrier taking its toll. His vision blurred, his thoughts becoming sluggish as exhaustion set in.
Just when he thought he could hold out no longer, he felt a shift in the energy around him. KZ'orr's nova, which had seemed endless in its fury, began to flicker and waver.
"Like I said. I Can Do This All Day. Can you?"
"No!" KZ'orr's voice rang out, a note of panic creeping in. "This cannot be!"
The intensity of the flames diminished, the searing heat giving way to a more manageable warmth. As KZ'orr's nova form began to fade, Tyson saw his opportunity. With the last reserves of his strength, he expanded his void barrier outward, pushing back against the retreating flames.
When the void reached the edge of the flames, the Shadow Realm responded to his call, darkness flooding back into the space that KZ'orr's fire had occupied. The alien King's brilliant light dimmed, overwhelmed by the encroaching void.
KZ'orr's scream of rage and frustration echoed through the realm as his nova form finally winked out. The alien monarch reappeared, his body smoking and his once-regal bearing reduced to a hunched, exhausted posture.
Tyson stood before him, his own form battered and burned, his armor destroyed or melted, but he was still standing.
His body screamed in protest as he tried to straighten up. Every muscle ached, every nerve ending raw from KZ'orr's nova attack. He opened his mouth, searching for a witty quip, some clever taunt to throw at the defeated alien King. But the words died in his throat, replaced by a pained groan.
No. He wouldn't make that mistake again. Overconfidence had nearly cost him everything just moments ago.
Instead, Tyson summoned what little strength remained and willed himself to move. The shadows responded sluggishly, as if they, too, were exhausted from the battle. He pushed off from the 'ground,' his movements more akin to a drunken stumble than the actual flight.
KZ'orr's form receded into the darkness, left behind in the inky void of the Shadow Realm. Tyson didn't look back. He couldn't afford to. Every ounce of his concentration was focused on putting distance between himself and the alien monarch.
The numbness spreading through his body was almost a blessing. It dulled the pain, but it also made it difficult to gauge how badly he was injured. His skin felt tight and raw where KZ'orr's nova had seared him. What remained of his armor hung in melted tatters, offering no protection.
How was he even still conscious? The thought floated through Tyson's mind, distant and detached. By all rights, he should be unconscious or worse. Yet here he was, stubbornly clinging to awareness as he limped through the shadows.
"I Can Do This All Day," he muttered.
The words felt hollow in the vast emptiness of the Shadow Realm, but they gave him something to focus on. A mantra to keep him moving when every instinct screamed at him to stop, to rest, to give in to the exhaustion threatening to overwhelm him.
Time lost all meaning in the featureless void. Tyson couldn't tell if he'd been moving for minutes or hours. The darkness stretched endlessly in all directions, offering no landmarks, no sense of progress. Only the steady drain of his remaining energy marked the passage of time.
"I Can Do This All Day," he repeated again and again.
The words became a rhythm, syncing with his labored breathing and the sluggish beating of his heart. Each repetition was a small victory, proof that he was still alive, still moving, still fighting. His mind began to wander, drifting in and out of focus. Memories of the battle with KZ'orr blurred together with fragments of his life before all this madness began. The cold void of the Shadow Realm seemed to seep into his very bones, making the warmth of those memories feel like a distant dream.
How many times had he repeated his mantra? Dozens? Hundreds? The words had lost all meaning, becoming nothing more than a string of sounds that kept him tethered to consciousness.
Just when Tyson thought he could go no further, when the temptation to simply let go and drift in the darkness became almost overwhelming, he felt it. A change in the shadows around him, a familiar energy signature that called to him like a beacon.
The mothership.
With a monumental effort of will, Tyson reached out to the shadows one last time.
The transition from the Shadow Realm to the physical world was far from graceful. Tyson didn't so much step out of the shadows as he did fall out of them, his battered body unable to support itself any longer.
He hit the floor of the control room hard, the impact sending fresh waves of pain through his already abused form. Tyson's eyes squeezed shut, bracing against the agony.
When he finally managed to pry them open again, he was momentarily blinded. After so long in the absolute darkness of the Shadow Realm, even the dim lighting of the hangar felt painfully bright. As his vision slowly adjusted, Tyson became aware of a figure kneeling beside him. The brightness seemed to intensify, centered on this person. For a delirious moment, Tyson wondered if KZ'orr had somehow followed him, ready to unleash another nova attack.
But no, this light was different. Softer, warmer. Tyson blinked, forcing his eyes to focus.
Maya.
It was Maya, her form radiating a gentle glow that seemed to push back the shadows clinging to Tyson. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock and concern. "What happened to you?"
Tyson tried to speak, but his throat felt raw and parched. He coughed, the action sending spasms of pain through his chest. Finally, he managed to croak out two words.
"Supernova."
"Won."
He wanted to say more, to explain what had happened, to warn her about KZ'orr. But his body had reached its limit. The adrenaline that had kept him going was long gone, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion.
"It's done," Tyson added, his voice barely audible.
He tried to push himself up so he could at least sit and face Maya properly. But his arms refused to cooperate, trembling violently before giving out entirely.
Maya knelt closer, her radiance enveloping Tyson like a warm blanket. The pain seemed to recede slightly in her presence, though he couldn't tell whether that was due to some power of hers or simply Tyson's body finally shutting down.
Her next words, however, cut through the fog of exhaustion like a knife.
"My king," Maya said, her tone reverent. "How may I serve?"
Tyson was unable to process what he'd just heard. King? Serve? What was she talking about? He opened his mouth to question her, to ask for an explanation, but no words came out.
The last of Tyson's strength deserted him. His vision blurred, becoming an indistinct haze of light. As consciousness slipped away, Tyson's final thought was a mixture of confusion and wry amusement.
Some villain he'd turned out to be.
— The Devil's Villain In A Lewd Superhero World —
Tyson
Origin: Powerhouse
Character Points: 350
Drawbacks:
Iron Age Morality
Non-Stop Action
Origin Story
Running The Devil's Gauntlet
Perks:
Most Common Superpower
Secondary Superpowers
Rescue Romance
World of Cardboard
Superpower: Elemental Darkness (Shadow Step, Shadow Cloak)
Kiss of Life
I Can Do This All Day
Items:
Symbol of Anarchy
Artifact of Power x4 (Alien Battle Armor)
Vehicle (Alien Mothership)
Big Shoes to Fill
Companions:
Fire from the Stars