Nathan King, a young man burdened by mental instability and chosen as the earthly avatar of Khonsu, the Egyptian god of the moon, finds himself crossing paths with Superman. Though their approaches to justice are vastly different-Nathan's methods sh...
Night had settled over Metropolis, casting long shadows across the city. In a dimly lit parking lot, a man in his 30s dressed in a worn black coat moved carefully, his eyes darting around to ensure he was alone. Satisfied, he slipped a slim jim from his pocket and started working on the lock of an expensive-looking car, his gaze flicking back and forth in case of unwanted company.
A sudden sound of footsteps made him freeze. Heart racing, he spun around, eyes wide, searching the shadows. But no one was there. He let out a shaky sigh, turning back to the car.
Before he could react, a boot slammed into his face, sending him sprawling onto the ground.
"What the hell?!" he sputtered, clutching his nose as pain shot through his face. He turned, looking back at the figure now looming over him from atop the car, and froze.
The figure was draped head-to-toe in white. His mask, jacket, hood, and even his eyes glowed with a fierce, unnatural light. A crescent moon emblem gleamed on his chest, stark against the night.
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Before the man could process what he was seeing, the figure leaped down, seized him by the shoulders, and flung him against the side of the car. Metal crunched under the impact, the window shattered, and the man crumpled to the ground amid shards of glass.
Groaning, he scrambled back to his feet, hand fumbling for his pocket knife. He held it out, his voice quivering. "Stay- Stay back, freak!"
The figure spoke, his voice dripping with cold amusement. "Cute..."
In one swift motion, he pulled a crescent-shaped dart and flicked it across the man’s hand. The blade sliced through his grip, forcing him to cry out and drop the knife as he stumbled back.
Before he could recover, the figure closed the distance in a blur, seizing him by the throat. With a brutal shove, he slammed the man’s head against the car, pinning him there, his grip unyielding. The man’s struggles grew weaker as he realized just how outmatched he was.
"Who are you?! What do you want?!" the man sputtered, his voice cracking with fear.
The figure tightened his grip, his tone calm but menacing. "I'm the one who's going to hurt you if you don't give me what I'm after."
The man swallowed hard, eyes wide. "Wh-what is it you want?! I'll get it for you!"
Without a word, the masked figure reached into his coat and pulled out a photo, holding it in front of the man’s face. It was a picture of a woman.
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