SUPERB | Seo Changbin ✅️

Issue 22: The Death of Addam

Everything is silent until a clap of thunder causes me to open my eyes.

The whole of reality was stopped. Yeonjun was stuck slowly going towards me with the thread of lighting. Behind him was a maskless Changbin slowly walking at a normal pace towards me as if even time itself couldn't hold him back. He grabs me and pulls me out the chair before placing a hand on Yeonjun's back and muttering, "15." Time begins again and Yeonjun goes from leaning over to being flat down on the ground. He tried pulling himself up, but Changbin kept him down with gravity.

"You hurt her."

I grab Changbin's arm tugging it, "Changbin, don't kill him."

"He deserves death. And painful one after hurting you."

Yeonjun shouts, "You can't kill me, you know that Spear. My people will destroy yours for it. and they have never lost."

"You mean that weak bloodline of a race? The one who became the saviors of the Neolithic Revolution? You are the ones that actually use this planet for resources and is slowly killing it from the inside. As if you should be here posing as their godly guardian."

"What? My people ARE guardians.. " he says confused as if he had no knowledge of what Changbin was talking about.

Changbin flips Yeonjun over on his back, " I know what you are, everyone in the universe knows except this brainwashed civilization they called humans." I look at Changbin whose whole cheeky smiley self was now but a presence of dominance and dark intent. "9.8.." Changbin whispers which loosens Yeonjun so he could get up on his feet. The moment Yeonjun gets up and turns to Changbin, Changbin grabs him by the face and throws him like a spear through Yeonjun's house. Changbin walks casually through the broken shattered ruins of the house. Yeonjun mother screams with bloody hands as she sees her son laying on the front lawn with large splinters and bloody cuts.

"CHANGBIN-" I shout but he kept walking. Yeonjun is then lifted up gracefully into the air. I inhale deeply and hold my chest as I couldn't bare such an intense sight. I was disappointed Yeonjun resorted to killing me, but I wasn't angry. I was just so.. so sad. I start to cry watching Changbin float up next to him like he was preforming a demonic ritual.

Yeonjun's mother shouts, "PLEASE. Let him live. He is all that I have. I do not know what I will do if he dies."

"It is unfortunate, but like his race mine also gave me instructions to follow. And it seems to me that my prophecy HAS to be followed at this moment."

Changbin's POV:

12 years ago..

"You ready?" A small girl named May asks me with bright eyes.

I huffed. "Of course not. Getting your future told by the Prophet is.. scary."

"I hope I'll travel to another galaxy. Become a warrior, have tons of kids, and make my mom proud."

I chuckled, "Hopefully we will travel together."

My best friend May was excited, because at a young age of 6 we were to have our prophecies told to us.  The gift of seeing the future was one shared and passed in order to ensure survival of our race known as the Superb. We are above all other bloodlines. Smarter, stronger, and loved by the Gods with blessings of power and skills like none other. Learning of what will be  prepares us mentally as they are to be followed exactly. Breaking a prophecy means the possibility of ending years of what we know as true life.

"Welcome and Happy Birthday to the both of you.. Come, let us relish in what is to be." The Prophet with her flowing gold dress guides us along the grassy purple path ways to an open field with no people or noise. May goes first. The prophet grabs her hands and both of their eyes glow blue. Around them danced figures of stars and people in bright floating lights.