Anselm Rhodes was born to Elizabeth and Richard Rhodes. It should've been the happiest time of their lives, but tragedy struck when newborn Anselm began to have seizures at barely two weeks old. Desperate for answers, his loving parents took him to a hospital, seeing doctor after doctor who had nothing to say except to prepare for the worst.

Utterly distraught, one night his mother sat by his bedside, pleading with God for an answer, and then a light appeared, and God raised her child from the bed, imbuing him with powers beyond human abilities, charging her with the responsibility of raising a future hero.

Returning home, it wasn't long before his powers began to show themselves, he could go days with food, healing for scrapes and bruises within hours, and stopping an armed robber in his tracks. Growing up in a small town in Texas, he dedicated his life to being a role model for his fellow man and protecting the innocent with his powers. Turning away carnal pleasures such as alcohol and drugs, and taking a vow of celibacy, he transcended the realm of men, and took his place among his fellow heroes as one of the greats.

He was no longer Anselm, now he was Energo!

"Enerjoe, really? Wouldn't that make more sense if my name was, I don't know, Joe?" Anselm pointed out from his place on the bed, looking uncertainly at the video he had to make for one of his Marketing/ Public Relations classes. "And I wasn't going without food for days at a time, it was basic photosynthesis, you make it sound like I was starving myself, and that armed robber too! I didn't 'stop him in his tracks', I tripped him coming out of the grocery store." Anselm continued to point out the misinformation in the video.

"Okay okay, maybe those are a bit of a lie, but that's how these things work, trust me, I'm majoring in Acting." Nero assured him, smirking as he looked at her uncertainly.

"And what about 'denying the carnal pleasures?' I don't know if you could convince anyone about that, at the very least, I've drank from several spiked punch bowls, and inhaled enough second-hand smoke to get buzzed. And I've hardly taken a vow of celibacy, okay." He pouted as Nero grinned bigger, shoving him back as she climbed on top of him.

"Oh, then you wanna have some fun... baby?" She purred, softly brushing against him, just inches from claiming his lips.

"Stop that Nero, you know that's not fair!" He griped, pushing her back as she bounced on the covers. It didn't take much effort to move her around, but she was built like an anime girl, five feet tall, 125 pounds, and one guess where all the weight was. Of course, that didn't stop her from using her powers as her chestnut brown hair lengthen to her shapely ass, turning an ethereal blonde, her ears ending in points.

"Do you dare deny your elven princess your body, lowly human?" Nero inquired, earning an eyeroll in reply as she started giggling, her body reverting.

"I remember the first time I tried to seduce you by turning into Queen Maeve, you had this horrified look on your face. Haha." Nero continued laughing as she fell back, her pile of pillows collapsing and burying her in an avalanche of fluffiness.

"I was more concerned for you than turned on, if you got caught on camera by Vought, they'd be on your ass!" Anselm promised, not bringing up his own culpability in such a situation.

"I'd much rather have something else on my ass." Nero teased, rolling over as she wiggled her hips, still trying to entice him.

"Nero, that's enough." He shut her down more emphatically this time.

"Fine, but trust me on the video, it's perfect, or at least the voiceover part, you sure you want me to do that? The rest of the video could use some work, maybe add some pictures of you growing up, kissing a baby r something, rescuing a cat from a tree. Ooo, you should get a shot of you walking out of a burning building holding someone, shirtless too, that shot of Lamplighter was iconic, or that one of the Deep swimming with the dolphins, but I don't think that one would work as well." Nero critiqued as she kept going through options to improve the video.

"Yeah, that'd be great, expect it would point out the lies in the voiceover, my mom had to work two jobs to support us after my dad ditched us to run off with..." gestured at Nero who shifted into a special bimbo looking girl.

"A busty blonde bimbo stripper waifu?" Nero finished for him, having heard the story more than once. She also knew it turned him off the more like this she appeared, which was somewhat refreshing at times.

"I wouldn't say waifu, more like a brain-dead whore." He spat out vehemently, his body heating up in response before his phone vibrated. "Shit, Dean Shetty and Brink want to talk with me about something." Anselm complained, falling back on the bed and rubbing his eyes.

"Think they're mad about you fighting those two yokels in town?" Nero asked, sitting up with a curious look.

"Dammit, I knew I should've just ignored thee points with blue-collar workers, I'll kill myself." He whined, sitting up as he searched for his shoes, finding them tossed under Nero's bed. "Speaking of... when's your roommate supposed to be back?"

"Claire is hanging out with her boyfriend, and by hanging, I mean she's into choking... at least she's quiet when he stays over." Nero said, typing away at her laptop as she got back to work. "Come back by later, and we'll do some more work on your thing, kay?"

"Yeah sure..." He answered noncommittedly.

It was a short walk to the Dean's office, an oversized room with several bottles of liquor on a table to the side. She was sitting behind her desk when he entered, Brinkerhoff in one of the numerous high-backed leather chairs as they turned to look at him.

"Ahh, Mr. Rhodes, so nice of you to join us. I'm sure you know why you've been called here." The female Dean said, joining the two men in the center of the room.

"Well, since you wanted to meet here instead of Brink's office, it must be pretty important." Anselm said, sitting in one of the other chairs with a bored look.

"Yes, it's come to our attention that you were involved with an altercation with two men yesterday, what can you tell us?" Shetty asked gently, although Anselm knew from experience she was digging for information.

"I don't know what there is to tell. I went out for some coffee and quiet to work on the paper due for Brink's class, and two guys were hassling a girl there. I asked them to knock it off, they got angry and tried to fight me, they ran off and later tried to run me over in a truck, and stopped them, and they reacted badly to my powers." He explained calmly.

"Yes, that's what we assumed. But you see, the problem is you were caught on camera, and it doesn't look good. You walked out in the middle of the road, and baited them into attacking you, one of the men was so badly injured he'll be paralyzed for the rest of his life. Trucking unions have gotten involved, and the press is painting you as the villain." Brinkerhoff replied, interlocking his fingers.

"What the hell, that's bullshit. You know me, didn't you always say you'd help me with stuff like this?" Anselm complained as Shetty sighed.

However, before she could say whatever she was about to, a loud scream split the silence. All three people looking towards the windows as Anselm ran towards them, phones coming out from Shetty's desk and Brink's pocket.

"Oh my God..." Anselm said, the low light outside making it difficult to see, but the sight in front of him was unmistakable.

A corpse was impaled on a light pole, blood dripping down in a macabre monument to the execution.

"That's Eli, what happened?" Anselm mumbled, the sight of the #1 ranked hero unmistakable even with most of his chest burst open. "Who could kill him, I might've been a better fighter than him, but he was strong, I'm surprised the pole didn't bend trying to get through his skin."

Looking back at the two adults, they looked equally shocked. Whatever the meeting had been about; it was obvious that everything had changed.