Spectacular World

The Start of Her Story

Fourteen years ago...

At a young age, he had been blessed with powers. Or maybe it was more of a curse. They had come to him in his teens. The cursed knowledge of the world. Seemingly by fate, Edward Blue found himself as a Super, one with a Mental based ability that allowed him to understand humanity on a level only second to that of the Lord of Land and Life. By the age of seventeen, he had created his first Super based product. A cream that was able to duplicate a person's cells and eventually regrow flesh. There was just one issue, though. The limb wouldn't belong to them...

He had discovered this power when he tried to recreate his father's arm. His dad had lost it in the war with Lucifer, having been a mere mortal that was forced to live through it. The newly grown arm had choked his father and killed the man.

That was the day Edward Blue finally realized what powers were.

He had been scooped up by the Hero Branch shortly after that. They agreed to look the other way and let him stay so long as he promised to help them out. So, he became Doctor Blue and was forced to work alongside a man named Alma. Forced to heal those who had also been cursed. Where did powers come from? This was something the world was still unsure of. Many agreed they were a blessing handed out by the Four Lords after they defeated and killed the Shadow. Others like him viewed them as a curse. The proof that the Shadow truly was the one who won at the end of his battle.

That was why he was here now. That was why he did what he wanted. The reason he faked his death after the Emperor declared war on Earth two years ago. All of it was for this one moment. His goal, his plan, his hopes, and his dreams. All so he could finally answer that single question.

The truth about Supers.

"Are you sure that this 'thing' is actually here?" Daemon hissed.

"I'm sure." Doctor Blue nodded his head and stared out the window. "Trust me. If you follow my lead, we'll get your master back. One year ago, the Emperor died at the hands of Full Monarch, but that doesn't mean his story has to end."

"If you're wrong about this, I will kill you." Daemon growled. He was the father of Demonica and had served in the Emperor's army, though he wasn't one of the big four members. After the death of his dark lord, like many other monsters, he was stuck with no place to go, his sanity and body constantly breaking and glitching. Back in the day, he had been a powerful villain. Now though he was on the verge of breaking. If he didn't get a new Lord of Life to fix them, then he as well as many other monsters would snap.

Doctor Blue looked up at the tower that was in front of them. One of Avalon's many labs. This particular one was in Oleander City. "Trust me. Avalon took control of Sini Corp after Mr. Sini died at the hands of the Emperor. He used the resources to look for something. Then suddenly he stopped looking. He found whatever it was he was looking for, and I have a pretty good idea that I know what it is." He had been a high-ranking member in the Hero Branch, after all. He knew of the Pods. The secret that housed the Lords. "We'll save not just monster kind, but dozens of others as well."

The two of them were parked on the side of the street in a simple-looking van. This would be the day that they would change the world. The day that a new Lord of Life would be born. Or at least that was the plan Doctor Blue had. Slowly, they opened the doors of the van and stepped out onto the busy street of Oleander. Instantly, they were given several odd looks. Or more specifically, Daemon was. Doctor Blue was dressed nice. He wore a simple button-up shirt and blue jeans, not standing out. His hair was wild and a bit messy, as well as filled with various dyes, but other than that, he was normal-looking. He had been trying to lay low since he faked his death and hadn't mastered the art of coloring hair yet, it seemed. Daemon, however, was the opposite of normal looking. The monster stood at nearly ten feet tall and was lanky with long arms that reached all the way down. None of his form could be seen due to a thick, dirty brown cloth he wore that hid the fact he was no longer human, but that seemed to only draw more attention to himself.