This fic was made from an a brain fart that I can't seem to shake off.

So I had to get it out of my system and hey, it can actually become a solid 3rd fic of mine.

MSG:BP is giving me a hard time in writing from multiple perspectives due to how big the fic had become.

But the season 2 for the story had been solidified. It just needs to be written. Expect long chapters in season 2 but longer update dates. Too busy in college.

CHAPTER 1

" Here comes the Devil "

Winslow High

Winslow High, one of many schools in the city of Brockton Bay. Home to heroes and Villains alike.

To be honest, the city is a shit hole and this school is proof of it.

Students barely hiding their allegiance to the villainous gangs in the city. What made it worse are the gangs they are representing for.

Empire 88 or E88 is a Neo-Nazi gang. In the advent of Heroes and Villains, this heinous people had rebuilt the infamous Nazis of Hitler and this gang is just one of them. As a gang, they enforce Hitler's views and White supremacy. You know, Nazi bullshit.

Next is the Azn Bad Boyz or ABB. Quite frankly, their gang name is cringe as fuck and most likely made by a chunni asian. This gang meanwhile are entirely built of Asian citizens who had found themselves far from home through various reasons or just a native asian descent in the area. Well this chunni chuckle fucks represent as the city's local Yakuza gang ruled by a tyrant coward. What else do you call a dragon who cowers to those stronger than him? Lung is a disgrace among dragons and doesn't deserve the name of Dragons.

He is more of a worm now he thinks about it.

Meanwhile, our last gang is the vilest among them all. If the Nazis oppress and the ABB terrorizes, the Archer's Bridge Merchants or Merchants in short, are the cancer of the city. A parasitic gang who prays on the unsuspecting fools who falls to their schemes in spreading their drugs and influence. This gang had only 3 things on mind. Drugs, Money and Sex. It is quite disgusting how a gang grew so much power in the city.

Just shows how incompetent the local heroes are.

But let's get back on topic before I ramble on more, Capiche.

So Winslow High, a shit hole school in a shit hole of a city.

So why am I here?

Quite simple really, I felt a tingle in fate.

Arachnomancers are the trappers, hunters and weavers of fate.

Weaving fate is a rare ability among the Arachnomancers and valued moreso. The Arachnids of Ravenloss protect such individuals with their entire lives for what they can do.

To see Fate and alter its course. Weaving it to their benefits.

And I had one such gifts.

Seeing this girl's fate quite something. The fall and rise, the struggle and defiance, the marvelous story unfolded till the end.

It was glorious.

But it can be more.

Yes! It can be more than this!

And so fate was weaved into another story.

For the devil had come.

Soft sobs can be heard quietly in one of the toilet stalls in Winslow High.

Here, Taylor Hebert quietly cried. Sobbing as quietly as she can in order not to get attention to her tormentors.

Taylor Hebert is a tall yet thin girl of her age. She had long curly dark hair, wide expressive eyes and mouth, and a gawky figure. She isn't beautiful but she isn't ugly per say, just average.

She wore a concealing jacket and old jeans.

She also wore glasses for her poor eyesight.

So what is the reason for a girl like her crying quietly in a school toilet stall?

Bullying.

An old age adage of teenage problems. Bullying is everywhere mind you but is much more prominent to teenagers.

Taylor is just like any other kids, bullied.

But Taylor's bullying issue is no ordinary issue. One of her tormentors is her ex-best friend, Emma Barnes. Double Ouch.

A girl who is a direct contrast to Taylor. Far more prettier and curvier than her, the redhead openly reminds the girl of her inferior looks.

They were bestfriends.

Until they aren't.

After mourning the death of her mother, a tragic event, Emma had changed. When Taylor returned from summer camp, Emma's bullying campaign began.

Their oonce friendship is now being used against her to hurt where it matters. Triple ouch.

Today is just another one of those days.

Emma together with her friends, Sophia Hess and Madison Clements, the trio had tormented Taylor since day one in Winslow.

Their worst attempt at breaking her is the time when they stole her mother's heirloom, a flute. It was broken and soiled when she retrieved it back. The second one is the worst.

She was entombed in her own locker, covered in feminine waste products. That event hospitalized her.

But it also gave her powers.

Taylor is thrilled of having powers but having bug control is a downer. All kids of her age know the Alexandria package is the real deal after all.

Her father had thought about suing but the school settled and without any willing witnesses, nothing can be done.

So here she was, Taylor Hebert, the locker girl and secret parahuman, crying inside a toilet stall.

How pathetic of her.

And it would get worse.

" Found you, Taylor~" Emma's sing-sang voice alarmed the girl in the stall.

" Emma!" Taylor cried out in alarm. Quickly, she stood up from her stall and opened the door.

It was stuck.

" Do it quick girls!"

" Aah! Emma, stop it! " Taylor cried out in shock as her clothes were drenched in what appears to be juice thrown over the stall.

" Suck it Hebert." She can hear Sophia's voice from the other stall, laughing and jeering at her.

" You still had bad odor, Tay! An apple juice shower should do the trick." Madison laughed from the other stall.

By the time they are done, Taylor is heavily soaked in apple juice.

" It suits you, Tay. The smell is no longer there, locker girl." Emma sneered before leaving with a laugh.

Sophia bumped her shoulder on the way there, sneering at Madison as she followed.

As they finally left, Taylor's frustration had bubbled up to its limits.

" Aaaaah!" With a frustrated shout, she threw her wet bag to a nearby wall.

* CRACK *

There goes her midterm project.

She needs to get out of here. Out of this school and out of their presence.

Or else she would snap and kill them.

Everything is ruined.

Her bag, her notes and her hero notes. All ruined by the juice the trio had dumped on her.

After leaving school and arriving at her empty home (as usual) and cleaning herself up from her drenched clothes.

Here she saw the extent of the damage they did to her belongings.

Taylor sighed in defeat. Frustration and anger simmered inside her chest but she instead put a tight lid on it.

Can have her break something important again.

Instead, she went to her hero notes.

Just like any other kid in the world, she once wished to be a hero. The likes that stand among Triumvirate and many more. Although it's unlikely with her Bug powers but hey, who knows about the future?

With her day ruined and her self esteem destroyed, she decided to do something productive instead of wallowing in self-pity.

No matter what the trio throws to her, she can take it.

She is a hero now after all.

Timeskip

Taylor's Hebert POV

Mistakes were made tonight.

After finishing her costume, she had the dumb idea to make her hero debut on the weekend night.

Her costume isn't much but it got the job done.

A spider silk body suit, which is actually more durable than it looks like. It had various armor on it made from insect exoskeletons augmented with lots of spider silk. It took her months of effort in making it but it was worth it.

Her mask is a high-end swim google which she attached lens from her old glasses for her eyes. It covered her entire face, hiding her identity completely but it lacked protection on the back of her head.

All in all, it looked pretty intimidating to her.

Wait a minute! Doesn't she look like a villain like this?

She indeed looked like a villain.

I groaned. Aesthetics aside, the costume is now functional for use.

Future Taylor will deal with that problem later.

Then came her first hero patrol.

It was boring.

Zero crime, no people or any suspicious guys.

Just peace in quiet.

How is the damn city quiet! This is Brockton Bay for God's sake!

Just her luck. The one time she can only debut and the city is sleeping.

How unfortunate.

What she didn't expect of course is her night to escalate.

If she can time travel, she would punch past Taylor for wishing for some action.

She fought Lung tonight.

Lung, the rage Dragon and leader of ABB.

She fought him and miraculously won, somehow.

It started when she heard men talking about shooting some kids.

So of course being the hero I am tonight, I decided to intervene. First mistake.

When I get back home, I would bash my head on the wall for not recognizing the goddamn rage dragon and his goons tonight.

It would probably save her the headache and burns.

So she fought the Lung on her first night, yay.

At first she decided to send in some weak insects. All kinds of non-venomous insects in fear of accidentally killing Lungs men by allergies.

It worked, sorta.

Her opening act easily incapacitated Lungs men, some retreating for safety from the biblical plaque attacking them.

But Lung is another beast entirely.

All insects directed toward the man either burn before they make contact or get incinerated upon biting once.

The bright side is that Lung can't set his men on fire for their safety.

Then he just broke her expectations by exploding in an inferno, killing all of her insects and setting some of his men on fire.

At this point, these men decided to value their life and fully retreat, leaving behind Lung.

She had to resort to sending in various venomous insects. Ants and spiders went to Lung's vulnerable parts. Wasps and bees went for the eyes.

The result was one angry dragon. Second mistake.

She almost died when the rage dragon threw fireballs blindly, roaring like a mad man. One exploded next to me on the rooftop I'm hiding in.

Fortunately, the armor did its job fairly well. Unfortunately, it doesn't mean it's fireproof. She suffered 1st degree burns for that but it can be healed easily.

I still had a rage dragon to contend with.

The Cavalry arrived.

The Undersiders, Lung's actual target (would be nice to know earlier), came to help.

With our combined efforts and a lot of swearing from Regent, we defeated Lung.

Meeting the Undersiders is an unexpected surprise but a welcome one. Eventually, I will meet the rest of the capes in Brockton Bay in future so this is just a bonus for tonight.

They are quite a group of thieves, not villains. Just thieves.

They offended Lung by stealing from him which is dumb. Didn't they read stories about dragons and their hordes of treasure?

Grue, their leader, seems to be a nice guy. First one to see my injury and ask if I needed help. I denied of course, I don't trust them of course.

Regent, meanwhile is just like those class clowns. Loud and eye catching, especially with his Renaissance theme costume. He also swear a lot.

Bitch or Hellhound, is a tough looking girl. She pretty much soloed Lung, who is blind by the point they arrived, and took him down with her dogs.

I think her dogs are scary.

Then there is Tattletale.

She didn't like Tattletale.

It not because she is blonde or she is far curvier than her or else.

Okay, I'm jealous. I admit it.

Is everyone in the cape scene prettier than her? Even Bitch (Hellhound) had a tough tomboy look going in for her.

After some talk, they asked my cape name.

Which i forgot to make one.

I need to bash my head with steel bat at this point.

When they left, Armsmaster arrived.

Ever heard of never meet your heroes? Well I just found what it meant tonight.

" Stay where you are and don't move."

The asshole is not listening to me even after I said I'm not a villain.

" I already said I'm not a villain! I beat Lung here." I pointed the unconscious man, who is at this point had been bitten, mauled and injected with a cocktail of venoms and sedatives in his system. It was overkill at this point but who cares.

" Likely story." Oh, you son of a bitch! " You need to come with me in the PRT station to give your testimony and provide your cape identity if your truly a new one."

That's it. I'm throwing away my Armsmaster merchandise when I get home.

That's he came.

" Hold it right there."

The man who will change her fate, for the good or worse.

And the headache of my life.

Third Person POV

" Hold it right there!"

Both capes looked at the new interloper. Their brains almost shortcircuited at the sight of the strange person.

Walking to them with a swagger in his gait is a man. A very tall man. Armsmaster's sensors say that the man is easily about 8'11 foot tall.

The man himself is wearing a very dark suit. Pitch dark if they would describe it. The only reason they tell it was a suit is the linings and buttons on the suit, the rest are incoherent to normal eyes.

Completing the man's outfit is pitch dark top hat on top his pitch dark hair.

The man is unnerving and intimidating with his tall stature and pitch dark outfit in contrast to his pale white skin.

But what truly unnerved the two capes is the inhuman grin on his face. Too wide, almost reaching ear to ear. Its wide grin also showed its sharp teeth akin to a shark.

A case 53 perhaps? That's what they thought as the man came close.

" My good sir, I am appalled by your behavior to my client." The man said, waiving his hand animatedly while the other stomped his walking cane on the gravel.

"She is a minor cape and fresh in the scene itself. Taking her in would be illegal and breaking a whole lot of protocols in handling wards age cape." He waved a warning finger to Armsmaster as if he was a child who did something wrong.

With how tall he is, everyone does look like a child beside the man.

" You don't want to deal with the Youth Guard do you? "

Taylor blinked. What just happened?

Armsmaster was also confused. Who is this one?

" Identify yourself." Armsmaster demanded, his halberd tightly gripped in his hand in case of a confrontation.

" Oh, where are my manners! The names Malgor, First Speaker and tonights speaker to our maiden here." The tall man introduced himself, tilting his hat in a gentleman's greeting.

Taylor blushed at being called a maiden. And a little disgusted.

Is this guy a pedophile?

" You? Speak for her? You are no part of the Youth Guard." Armsmaster replied. He had memorized the Youth Guard official speakers and lawyers and this man is no part of it.

Now, Taylor is distrustful of the man even though he is defending her.

" True but I'm a neutral party, I'm neither a villain nor a hero so I can defend this poor girl you are woefully railroading to submit to your authority when you had no such thing."

" Wait! What!" Taylor exclaimed in surprise. Armsmaster had no authority over her?

The man turned to her to explain. "You are currently an independent cape. As an independent, you have a bunch of leeway to the law. This is just one of them; a figure of high authority has zero power over you as of yet."

" But if you become a villain, you will fall under the status of a criminal which gives this man the power to hold you accountable. " He warned her as he pointed at Armsmaster.

" I'm independent! " Taylor squeaked. She doesn't want to be arrested on her first night as a hero due to misconceptions.

"Splendid! With that in mind, this aspiring hero of ours is her's to decide if she would come to you or not." The tall man, Malgor clapped.

Armsmaster's mood had soured for the night. He had came after reports of Lungs rampage only to find the man defeated by a new cape. The appearance of the tall case 53 added to that sour mood by subverting his authority.

" I still need to take Lung off your hands." Armsmaster replied after a moment of silence.

" Of course, you are welcome my good sir." Malgor beckoned.

" Wait! I beat Lung! Don't I get some recognition or some kind of prize for that." Taylor protested but a big hand patted her head making her look up at Malgor's tall visage.

Chuckling, Malgor spoke to her. "Hahaha, I like your enthusiasm little lady, but it's more harmful to your continued health if you take credit for this one."

" Care to explain, my good sir." He nodded at Armsmaster, who complied. It's better to educate a new cape before it's too late after all.

"Taking credit for Lung's defeat will make you a target." He began, "If you are an independent now, it will be open season for you because most villain gangs would either kill you or force you to join them."

"At its worst scenario, you could be the next Squealer."

Taylor winced. She had heard about Squealer.

Upcoming tinker who got grabbed by the Merchants. Drugged up to the gills and raped repeatedly, she became a pet of Skidmark, leader of the Merchants.

" A sad tale for sure so take caution, young one." Malgor patted her head.

She had thought of swatting it but she is too intimidated by his uncanny stature.

He also gives good head pats.

" Well then, with this sorry excuse for a dragon in your custody, can the girl leave safely now?" Malgor asked Armsmaster.

" I still need a name and report of what had happened." Armsmaster replied.

Malgor sighed. "Of course, protocol."

Armsmaster nodded at him. Taylor then felt Malgor nudge her forward. She look up him which he jerked his head to Armsmaster.

The message is clear: Cooperate for now.

So she did. She recounted the details of her first night out until the battle and it's aftermath.

" Your saying that the Undersiders are Lung's target?" Armsmaster asked.

"Yeah."

" This complicates things. Did you see Oni Lee?"

Lung's right hand and second cape of the ABB. A demon masked man with the powers of teleportation while leaving behind suicidal clones, Oni Lee is a force to be reckoned with.

And Taylor forgot about him.

" Shit! I didn't see him." Taylor cursed.

" If we are lucky, we won't be seeing Oni Lee tonight." Armsmaster said to her. " I'll take credit on this fight for now, Oni Lee will come to me and you'll be safe. "

Taylor sighed in relief. Way to take one for the team, Armsmaster. Looks like his merchandise won't be thrown after all.

" But I still need a name."

" Uhmm..."

"You haven't made one, have you?" Armsmaster's disappointment is palpable, even though he tries to hide it with his stoic expression.

" Weaver."

Malgor's voice suddenly cut in. Both of them turned at the quiet case 53,who remained standing behind Taylor as she cooperated with the older hero.

"I propose Weaver as a name." He grinned. "Quite a show you gave me! It's like you were weaving a trap on the dragon while the battle raged on. So I thought of Weaver." He explained.

Taylor's eyes widened behind her mask.

" You were watching! " She pointed at the tall man. " And you didn't help!"

"Why would I?" Malgor said, aghast. "No, no, no! It would be a shame for me to interrupt such a magnificent display of heroism and bravery."

" Such a performance of selfless duty out of honor were too exciting for me too watch." Malgor screamed in delightful joy with arms wide open.

" I haven't that excited since the the last war. "

Armsmaster perked up with that information. The last war to happen is the American-Vietnam war. This case 53 could be once a veteran of the war. But one fact surprised him.

This case 53 had memories of his past life.

" Your welcome, I guess." Taylor, now known as Weaver, grumbled under her breath while crossing her arms.

Seeing her grumble, Malgor chuckled. Ah, youth.

He reached for her head, patting her curly hair.

" Now, now. Don't be so gloomy or your face will be stuck to that."

" Of course, I'll be rewarding you for your great efforts and entertaining me." Malgor said, smiling widely.

"What/What? "

" What do you mean by rewarding her?" Armsmaster asked. He tightened his hold on his halberd, if Malgor does something unethical to a minor, he would face him.

Unknown or not.

" You see, I found myself having the power to grant wishes per say and I don't know what to do with them." Malgor said.

Both capes looked at him stupefied.

" That's impossible. " Armsmaster told him in disbelief.

" An unbeliever I see, well how about a demonstration. "

" Tell me, What do you wish for the most?"

In that moment, they saw Malgor's true form. His uncanny human-like features were gone. His eyes were replaced with six red slitted eyes, staring malevolently. His ever wide grin had turned bloodier and sharper.

His new appearance is akin to a demon.

But as quickly as his true form appeared, it vanished in an instant, leaving the two capes reeling.

" What was that?!" Weaver shrieked.

" What is what?" And Malgor decided to play dumb with her.

" Hmmm, Master or stranger effect?" Armsmaster mulled over, disturbed but curious.

" So what's your wish, young one?"

"No uh! I'm leaving!"

Taylor decided she's done for the night. She was disappointed, burned, harassed and disturbed by the events tonight. It's time to hit the hay and forget this night happened to her.

" Oh, bother. " Malgor sounded disappointed. " Have a safe trip home then." He waved at her retreating form goodbye.

"And then, there are two."

" I'll be waiting here for transport." Armsmaster said to him.

Lung is still incapacitated.

" You still haven't told me what you wish for, good sir." Malgor smiled at the armored man.

" I don't believe in wishes and your power probably can't handle it if I have one. "

"Try me, just humor me on this one." Malgor replied with a good-hearted smile.

Armsmaster pondered over the case for a while. Maybe it won't hurt in humoring the strange cape.

But before he could reply, Malgor spoke.

" You wanted to excel, to prove yourself as a better hero. A hero that your mentor, Hero, is proud of. Am I right?"

" Mr. Colin Wallis."

What!!!

Colin Wallis /Armsmaster jumped back, away from the man who unmasked him as casually as breathing. His halberd is now poised, pointed at the tall case 53.

" You...! "

" The moment we met, I know everything about you and that girl. " Malgor smiled.

This time, his smile is akin to a shark who caught it's next meal.

" It's a gift of mine, loathe to admit." Malgor shrugged. " But you have nothing to fear, your true identity worth nothing more than a people on the side of the road. "

Colin don't believe him. Having his identity taken so easily is a major breach of security and safety of his person and to the PRT.

And he did it by just meeting us.

He thought grimly. Not only does the strange case 53 had a theoretical trump ability but also a powerful thinker ability which is capable of discerning ones true identity.

He attacked.

It was unexpected attacked. In a blink of an eye, Armsmaster closed the distance, going low while dragging his halberd's momentum to hit Malgor's sternum.

Armsmaster hit air.

!!!!!

Right before his eyes, Malgor disappeared like the wind the moment he hit him.

" Now, now. Violence isn't the right answer for your frustrations." Malgor's voice came from behind him, chiding him for his aggression.

Armsmaster swung behind him, his halberd sang through the air yet hit nothing.

Malgor wasn't there.

" I mean no harm to you, good hero. That is a promise."

Armsmaster looks around wildly. His scanners went overdrive, searching for the man. If only Miss Militia is with him, she could provide overwatch and hit the man.

"Your true desire is to surpass your limits. To become the hero you want to be and be proud of. To be remembered, idolized, and looked up to."

" Isn't that what you wanted?"

Armsmaster swung.

!!!!!

His hands shook in effort as Malgor easily caught the blade of the halberd between his two fingers. Armsmaster tried to pull or push it off, but the terrifying creature's grip was too strong.

" I can give you that. For a price of course." Malgor smiled evilly.

" I'm not interested." Armsmaster rejected, not wanting to be part of whatsoever scheme this man has.

Malgor merely chuckled in his response, already expecting it from a man of his nature.

" Who said you had a choice." Malgor grinned.

Suddenly, blue flames erupted on his hand. It immediately spread through the Halberd in his hand towards Armsmaster. Armsmaster immediately let go of the burning halberd but it's already too late.

The flames had touch him.

He screamed in pain but not from the fire as it spread all over his body. The fire was as harmless as being splash by water. No, what made the hardened hero scream in ahony is the sheer amount of information being unloaded into his brain. His meager mortal mind failed to comprehend the information given, causing great pain and agony to his mind and body.

The man soon collapsed afterwards.

Soon, PRT personnel came to transport Lung. They found the man himself, still unconscious in a cocktail of sedatives and venoms running in his system. They then found an incapacitated Armsmaster who they loaded up immediately for medical assistance as the man is unresponsive.

Meanwhile, Malgor watched from afar inside an abandoned warehouse, using the shadows to hide his grinning visage.

" I expect good things on your end, Colin." He grinned.

As the clouds parted in the night, the revealed moon illuminated over the Malgor. To those who would see his shadow forming beneath him, they would see a pair of demonic wings attached to the tall man.

In a flash of blue flames, the mysterious man vanished.

Taylor's POV

" Look who showed up for today."

Monday is the hardest day in the week and now, it was multiplied by cancer with the trio catching her before entering the school.

I tried to play dumb, pulling my hoodie up and laying low as I walk by.

It didn't work.

" Hey! didn't I just call you?!" Sophia growled, catching her by the arm.

My bugs immediately almost went haywire at the threat but I kept it down. Outing myself in school is a bad decision and she just met Armsmaster.

" Leave me alone, Hess." I softly responded, not wanting to deal with this early after my previous night.

" Ooooh! I think she's learning how to fight back." Emma sneered. " Looks like she needed a lesson, Sophia." She nodded at Sophia who is still holding her arm.

Hearing Emma's confirmation, Sophia grinned. I winced in pain as I felt her grip tightened around my arm.

" It looks like it's your lucky day, Herbert." She grinned.

" It's Hebert." I weakly replied. Looks like I'm about to get a beating.

How pathetic of me.

Splat

I immediately covered my nose at the foul smell. Meanwhile, Sophia let go off me as she was stunned of what just happened.

She had bird poo in her head.

" I'm gonna shit on y'all! Squawk!" They all look up to see a white and blue parrot sitting on a tree branch. It's behind directly pointed at Sophia's head.

" You piece of-". Sophia's indignant roar was interrupted by another white vengeance from the parrot. This time it landed square on her face, silencing her.

" Die bitches! Squawk!" The parrot them dived bomb on the trio, making Emma and Madison shrieked as the flying menace proceeded to claw and shit on the two girls.

Meanwhile, I slowly backed away from the clearly demented parrot and booked it.

This Monday morning is now one of her top ten weirdest Mondays.

" Polly wants some booty."

I swatted the parrot with my textbook with a surprised yell.

"Motherfucker!" It went flying with an indignant shout.

Does her day get weirder than this?

" Fuck you, bitch!" "Aaaaah!"

I will proudly admit that I fought the parrot better than the trio did.

" What do you mean he Second triggered?"

" That's what he said. He even requested something to write about which I gave. "

" That's a breach of MS protocols, Miss Militia. " Piggot said to the heroine with narrowed eyes.

Last night was a shit show and a half. Two new capes emerge in her city, one's a master and the other is a suspected master, stranger or a combination of both. Lung's arrest was supposed to be the icing on the cake but with how injured the man was, it was a miracle they got Panacea on time to heal him.

Then there's Armsmaster. Found knocked out and unresponsive, it made Emily worry what kind of monster the second cape was to easily beat Armsmaster.

" Yes, but he made this." Miss Militia handed her a paper filled with blueprints.

She took it and tried to comprehend the chaotic writings of the blueprint. Her eyes then widened in shock as she finally understood what it was.

" This is...!"

"A tinkertech helicopter and its reproducible by standard makers." Miss Militia chimed in.

" Are you sure? " Piggot looked at the woman.

" Positive and he had more. His second trigger didn't just enhance his tinker limitations, it expanded it. "

Looks like Armsmaster would get his budget after all.

Meanwhile said man is too busy writing and scribbling ideas, blueprints and formulas coming out of his mind.

He can't wait to get out of these MS protocols.

After he was knocked out and revived by Panacea, he was subjected to MS protocols and some choice words from the director for his " Extreme Actions" on Lung.

Colins didn't care. He didn't care if his perfect heroic record is now stained by false brutality on the man.

Lung is a worse kind of criminal and a bigger coward.

He had changed.

The moment he woke up, he knew he had changed. His outlook to social cues have expanded, he is still stoic and abrasive but he now has tact as Assault would say. Looking back at his previous interactions in the protectorate and his past actions as a hero, he would say his a disappointment.

He is acting more like a soldier than a hero.

He needs to fix that part of himself.

But first, he needs to write down everything the voices whispered to him.

It was a major breach of protocols when he lied about being fine. He is fine truthfully but he has voices on his head now.

And they are whispering to him.

It was faint and disjointed, leaving him to add missing pieces.

Formulas, Blueprints and tinkertech far from his tinker specialties.

Whatever Malgor had done to him, it gave him these voices. Fortunately, they remain quiet when his alone on his thoughts and help him when his tinkering, like now.

But there is something the voices repeats so often, albeit it was faint but he can hear it.

Dwakel

Chapter End

Lore Entries

Arachnomancers - Spin the web and lure your prey. Patience is the key to the perfect attack. The trap is set, now you wait. Ready…waiting…in the shadows.

These hunters of Ravenloss are masters of ambush and poisons. Worshipping the Goddess of Fate, they bring destined death to their foes.

Living or the undead.

Arachnoweavers - Sometimes in a twist of fate, there are those born to see and manipulate fate. These Arachnomancers became Weavers, changing fate and forging new destiny in defiance to the Goddess.

The Dragon finds them to be good allies.

Dwakels - A space-faring race who out of desperation, hurled themselves in a voyage to find a new home for their people as wars destroyed it. Don't be fooled by their small lizard-like appearance for they are masters of technology and fierce warriors. Using only spare parts of their broken ships, they built war machines and weapons able to contest against the strongest magics.

Imagine what they can do in the heights of their power.

Authors notes

I had a brain fart and this came out.

MSG:BP is about 50% done in its new chapter.