Legacy | A DreamSMP Superhero AU

The First Mission

"A fresh-faced hero has rushed to the scene with the top two heroes Aeolus and Phantom!"

"We have a new face, do we?" Deep, blood red eyes pierced through smoke from the top of a towering, broad-shouldered seven foot frame. Braided pink hair streaked with crisp red waved in the cold wind; a golden crown sitting neatly behind two nicked and pierced pig ears with a ruby in the centre. A grand, royal red cape swept up dust behind the grand figure, a large, sharp axe held in the mighty grip of his right hand faintly shining against the sunlight that peeked through the curtain of smoke. A brilliant golden corset clasped around his waist. Wouldn't that restrict his movement? Honestly, the public was pretty sure the mighty villain could do anything if he truly wanted to. Golden kneepads and shoulder pads glittered behind the curtain of smoke and debris. This was Ichor. A terrifying anarchist holding the position of Number Three Villain. Theseus stood his ground, trying not to show his fear as he bore his claws. His sharp, red tail flicked and his chocolate brown ear twitched. With a single beat of his mighty gray wings, Aeolus cleared the smoke just in time for Theseus' reflexes to throw him out of Ichor's path as the villain lunged forward from the gloom. Behind him was a villainess with cotton candy red-streaked hair, similar to Ichor's. She let it swoop down her back and wave in the wind. They wore golden chains studded with various blue crystals on their waist, in their ear, around their neck and in their hair. Her outfit was composed of a pale, flowy, blue dress and a small crown with a sapphire in the centre. Under its dress were black pants that ended at its knees, accompanied by the same corset, shoulder pads and kneepads as Ichor. Gray combat boots protected her shins and feet. Water simmered around it and gripped its victim tightly. It was hard to make out who they were as they squirmed against the grip of the water. The villainess turned to observe the events folding out behind her, parting her lips, which were neatly decorated by a cherry red lipstick. Soft brown eyes shine from a face of beauty hidden behind a pale cerulean mask around their eyes. There was no wondering why its name was Aphrodite. A cold frown deepened on her face, then she lifted her arm to control the water keeping a tight grip on her hostage. In a single swift movement the water threw the hostage out of sight, and probably further, then she turned her attention to the heroes.

"I'll go get whoever that was! Phantom, take Aphrodite! You're the only one who can escape her water! Theseus, you take Ichor! I'll help you when I get back!" Aeolus commanded harshly, swooping after the thrown hostage before replies could be uttered. A single beat of those mighty wings used to knock the young hero off his feet every time. He'd learned to hold steady, however. Theseus swiftly returned his attention to Ichor as Phantom made their way towards Aphrodite. The villain scoffed as his grip on his axe shifted. The axe flashed up and down like lightning as Theseus ducked and darted, dodging the axe the best he could. The rookie hero was impressively swift on his feet and had speedy reflexes, but his skills were barely enough to let him get any hits in. He had no time to focus on anything else. He couldn't even glance towards Phantom when he tried.
"Fuck!" Theseus snarled as the axe cleanly sliced all the way through his cheek, the wound ending just before his lip. He spat crimson blood from his mouth as Ichor roughly implanted his axe in the cracked concrete, then reached for Theseus' face. The rookie hero grabbed the mighty, outstretched arm of the anarchist with his two, claws piercing the pink flesh. A single hand could grasp Theseus' entire face with enough grip to lift him off the ground. As the hero was slammed to the floor, he scrambled for freedom, clawing at the villain with his arms and legs until the idea came to him. His tail darted for the Blood God's side, who leaped away as the tail pierced his hip as deep as the hero could muster. Theseus scrambled to his feet as the mighty villain reclaimed his axe, wiping the scarlet blood on his hand down the side of his face with a sinister grin. Then the hero remembered. Ichor becomes more powerful when he has another person's blood on him or if he tastes it. Now he was covered in Theseus' blood. The slice in his face screamed as he regularly spat blood to the floor so he could breathe. His tail flicked once more, sending a few flecks of Ichor's deep red blood to the ground. The hybrid hero lunged forward to attack while he could seize the moment, his arm outstretched and his claws glinting. Ichor used the side of his axe's blade to deflect Theseus' blow, who managed to angle himself to prevent breaking his wrist or any fingers. Not giving the fearsome villain or himself a second to compose, the blonde continued to scrape and grasp at Ichor, who dodged tactfully and occasionally guarded his face with his forearms or axe. Seeing a chance to disarm his opponent, Theseus used both arms at once to lunge towards the villain, who used a single arm to take the impact. Within the second, the young hero wrapped his pointed tail around the dense wooden handle of the terrifying anarchist's axe and tore it from his grip, implanting it in the cracked ground several feet away with one swing. The hero grinned cheekily.
"What now?" He asked as he pressed more of his weight into the villain's arm, thick blood seeping from the punctures created by his claws. The nefarious villain studied the fresh-faced hero before smirking.
"You think it's that easy, huh?" Before Theseus could think, a mighty force knocked him several feet away from where he had been standing, landing on his back and slamming his head into the cold concrete. A headache pounded in his skull instantly, his vision blurring. The young hero spat more blood as he rolled over just in time to avoid the crushing weight of Ichor's arms crashing down and destroying the ground he landed on. The hero couldn't recover from his dizziness fast enough to keep fighting to his full capability. He thought he heard Phantom whooping with delight fuelled by adrenaline, but there was not time to ponder it. His timing and balance had been thrown off and he needed to focus. Once more, Theseus lunged forward with his arm outstretched, only to have it caught in the grip of a pickaxe. His elbow was pressed against the hard wood, the blade pressing down on the crook of his arm, threatening to draw blood at the slightest movement. As the hero's eyes widened, the villain's narrowed. The whole thing happened in a flash, but it felt like time had slowed for Theseus. In what seemed like an effortless swinging movement, Ichor gripped Theseus' wrist and dragged the pickaxe down, followed by a harrowing cracking and blistering scream. The tired hero's legs crumpled beneath him as he grasped the flesh that bled around the shattered bone in his arm. The agony gave him a migrane impossibly more intense than the past and the dizziness from his head injury did nothing good for him. The hero's blood dripped from the glistening blade of the pickaxe, landing within his field of vision at the notorious villains feet. Theseus looked up at the villain and snarled with everything he could muster. Somehow, he noticed the figure with wings spread to their full size standing behind the daunting villain. Theseus managed a smirk.
"Fuck you, arsehole," he spluttered as he outstretched his red, leathery wings. A mighty gust of wind made the villain stumble as it sent Theseus several feet away from the battleground, caught by a pair of familiarly cold, gray hands that one could see through.

"You okay, mate?" A familiar, concerned voice asked as the recognisable figure of Aeolus landed infront of the younger heroes. The blonde hero's head screamed.
"Yeah," he spat, still maintaining the blood in his mouth. "It– It just hurt like a bitch." He pushed himself off Phantom and stood shakily on his paws. "Let's go finish this shit." He flexed his fingers, his claws threatening to pierce anything that came close.
"Absolutely not," Aeolus responded, his tone leaving no room for ifs or buts. "You're way too injured for this to continue and you can't be left unattended while we fight." Phantom simply nodded. The duo of heroes both seemed deep in thought as Ichor and Aphrodite congregated as well. Theseus' vision faded in and out of focus as his head pounded. He blinked hard to try and clear his vision but it didn't do much for the young hero. He was fighting to simply stay concious as pain screamed all over his body. "Alright. Theseus, you okay?" Phantom asked, forcing Theseus to realise he was remotely swaying, as if he was about to fall.
"Yeah, I'm poggers. Just... Just zoned out," he answered, forcing a weak smirk as he stopped swaying quite as much.
"If you're sure. Now," the veiled hero continued. "Theseus, do you think you can walk over there?" He asked, pointing to a concrete wall several feet away from where the trio stood. Theseus nodded in response. "Phantom, you and I will lead Aphrodite and Ichor to a safer area, then we'll lose them and circle back here. Sound like a plan?" Phantom nodded. "Good. Theseus, you head over to that wall." Phantom dissapeared and Aeolus swooped into the air, leaving Theseus to stumble away like a coward, cursing his own idiocy and lack of skill. He swore violently every time he fell, pain jutting up his arm as he instinctively moved it to catch himself and the jolt as he lost all momentum pounding his skull.

"Hey, hero. Take this."