The Tamarians

Prologue

Sixteen years ago, I, along with 19 other individuals from around the world, were abducted and experimented on by an evil man named Professor James Harrington. Professor Harrington had succeeded in creating a formula that gives regular humans superhuman abilities, and my friends and I were his guinea pigs. For six months, he kept us trapped on an island filled with many creatures that he had either brought back to life or created on his own. As a result, many of my friends ended up dying horrible deaths. Those of us who survived challenged the Professor, and after being aided by his own children, Jon, Benjy, and Alex, we managed to bring an end to the Professor and his experiments. After the Professor's demise, his eldest son Jon set us free and allowed us to either return to our old lives or start new ones. He wasn't able to take away our powers, so he instructed us to keep them hidden unless we wanted to become government experiments.

Most of my friends chose to return to their old lives, while I, who originally came from a broken home, ended up starting a new life on my own. Unlike the rest of my friends, the Professor admired my strength and fighting spirit, so he experimented on me a lot more compared to the others. He infused my body with a powerful dark energy called Demonic Energy, and I was forever changed afterward. I now have the ability to transform into a demon fully or partially. While in my human form, I still retain most of my demon form's abilities, such as super strength, durability, endurance, and an enhanced healing factor. Not only that, but it also appears that I have some kind of longevity as well because as soon as I reached age 25, my body and physical appearance did not change, and I stopped aging. Apart from my demonic powers, the ability I gained from the Professor's power-giving formula was power replication, which allowed me to replicate one power of another superpowered individual. Since I was limited to only one power at a time, I always felt it was a lame power. So instead of relying on that, I trained with my friend Michelle to learn how to fight with a sword. However, once we left the island, I had to give that up and live life as a regular human, or more like try to live like one.

One of the downsides of being a demon is that if you have sex and impregnate a human female, it's rare for her to survive the rapid pregnancy. My first son, Sam, came as a surprise after I slept with his mother, Mary, after I hooked up with her at a party. After one drunk one-night stand, she ended up finding me a couple of weeks later to reveal to me that she was pregnant, but the baby inside of her was growing at a super fast pace. By the time she was three months pregnant, he burst out of her belly, and she didn't survive. Sam had very powerful demonic energy that even surpassed my own, so it was no wonder he grew at such a rapid pace in his mother's belly. My second son, Cole, however, was different. He wasn't born with demonic energy, so his mother carried him full term, and he grew up normally. My two youngest sons, Eli and Henry, were also born rapidly like Sam, and their mothers perished a few months during their pregnancies as well.

Michelle, who was a Demon Slayer specializing in killing demons, learned about what had happened with the women I had slept with and forbade me from sleeping with another woman again. She also placed a special curse on Sam, Eli, and Henry that kept their demonic energy sealed away and allowed them to live normal human lives. I kept their powers hidden from them with the hope that they'd never have to learn the truth about their births. I loved my kids, and they were very fond of me as well, so I dedicated my life to doing my best in raising them to be good boys. Sam, who was currently 15, was a bit of a rebel and always got into trouble at school with his teachers and classmates. He kind of reminded me of myself when I was in high school. Sam looked a lot like me when I was younger, but instead of having an afro, he kept only the top of his hair long and the sides short, but he also had the same smile as I did. My second son, Cole, however, was the complete opposite of Sam. He was 14 years old and very mature for his age. He was loved by his teachers and classmates, and many girls at his school had crushes on him. He was very respectful, loved helping others, and was also very kind, especially when it came to his younger brothers. Sam always seemed jealous of Cole, so the two of them struggled to get along. Cole took after his mother in looks. He was light-skinned with sparkling green eyes and beautiful blonde curly hair. The only feature he seemed to have gotten from me was probably his smile, which in my opinion was even better than mine. At first, I didn't even think he was mine, but after a blood test, it was confirmed that I was his father.