They watch the world burn, cinders barely touching their faces as they watch from up above, (like the gods they think they are and might become) and one dares to say what is lingering in the air. 'This might come back to bite us in the ass'
But even if it is said that doesn't mean it will happen, in the time of our villains there was chaos, blood wars and so much more mayhem but no heroes to fly in and save the day.
The kingdom spread across mountains until it was everywhere and there was no where left to hide (hide from the flames and ruin that rained down on their heads as we watched from our mount Olympias) and no where we didn't rule.
"Noah, someday this will be all yours, every last bit of burned ground and bleeding hearts, are you ready for this?"
Eyes of a child (eyes that were forever wide just as his mothers had been and would always have a hint of mischief along with the green) looked over the land that he would one day roam freely but for now he held fast to his father, leader was what the others called him.
The words of this man, they sometimes, with a bow of the head, called leader or king,would forever stay with me until it was time to pluck them out and use them for the good (now that's a wrong chose of words for what we are) of the new world that stretched out in front of me, ready for me to take hold of it, Noah Sylar Gray.
"Of course I am, daddy."