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Chapter Six

Heron

I was already growing tired of the person standing in front of me. They were obviously in awe of my appearance, as they were looking me over intently. This was something I'd unhappily grown accustomed to. That aberrant feeling was now tenaciously strong, the person standing front of me had to be it. While the person had no aura, I noticed the black blood emitting from the laceration in their face. I also took notice of the woman standing behind him, I know of her. I believe that her name is something along the lines of Obsidia?

Either way she is irrelevant to the situation at hand. This Person on the other hand, who is he, what has he done to get dark matter, and why is he here of all places? I propped my arm up using the using the other one, positioning one of my fingers towards my chin.

"My name is Heron Vity, what might your name be?" I asked a simple question, but he only looked at me like he hadn't expected me to be able to talk.

I repeated myself, something that I rarely ever did. Everyone made it their top priority to hear my orders the first time.

"My name is Lord. I am the prince of Zedion, the planet you're standing on."

"Oh yes, I know of your exploits. You're the grandson of my second in command."

His eyes narrowed again. "Zex?"

I saw Obsidia look at Lord in amazement. Zex was one of the most powerful people in the galaxy, Or at least he used to be.

"That's a very nice name though, Lord. Too bad it's been banned in nearly every planet in the Galaxy."

The U.A had done everything they could to rid themselves of the memory of Brokenstar, and their solution was to ban the names Lord and Masquerade. It was also meant to discourage imposters from materializing. The penalty for breaking this law was either death or exile. The whole thing sounded more like something I'd do. Comically, when the law was passed, those two names became the most frequently used in all of the S.S aligned planets.

Strangely, I felt some regret towards what I was about to do; There was something different about this kid.

"While I do like your name, I don't think it suits you very well."

I rolled my head to the left, a sign for Obsidia to move out of the way. I raised my scepter that I always carried around with me. Dark matter shot through my veins, entering into the staff which amplified the power of the dark energy. The kid didn't even move, he had probably already acknowledged failure. I swished my sceptre in front of me, creating a massive wave of dark matter energy that washed over the bridge, consuming Lord and every car in a 1000 foot radius. I watched in cheerfulness, as the mass of dark matter slowly evaporated, leaving what I thought was his mutilated corpse in the middle of the bridge. But mutilated corpses don't move, and for some reason, this one did. I looked down to see Lord lying on the asphalt, perfectly fine, aside from the mangled arm. Strangely, he wasn't standing up, which I noticed was due to the fact that everything below his knees had been destroyed by the dark matter. I was both astounded and indignant when his legs started reconstructing themselves. Only one element could do that, paracyte. But that wasn't the only perplexing thing about this, the dark matter hadn't killed him. I very well knew that dark matter wouldn't harm other dark matter users. I'd assumed that Lord had only came into contact with the substance, won some cosmic lottery.

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