When I first sought It, It was driven by a deep-seated love for drugs and alcohol, a means to escape reality and immerse myself in a euphoric haze where happiness and pleasure consumed me entirely; it was a state of being I longed to maintain.
However, that very craving has transformed into a source of my newfound strength, and the joy I once experienced has faded into insignificance, as I no longer find it necessary to seek such indulgences. ——At that moment, I felt a fleeting sense of fulfillment, but it was short-lived, quickly giving way to a torrent of bitterness, despair, and rage as I grappled with my inner demons. In that tumultuous struggle, I found myself questioning where I might seek sympathy or understanding, yet I resign myself to the notion that I am destined to endure this suffering in solitude, as my pain stretches on without end.
——I was wrong.
—Well I admit my mistake, as now I have found peace and my suffering has come to an end. I have come to a place of harmony with the Void, and my current state resembles the time when I first acquired my abilities. Nothing holds significance anymore, and I desire nothing more - in other words, I am content.
But the only distinction between my past self and my present self is that I have gained a deep understanding of my own strength and how to maintain a balance between myself and the void.
After regaining my composure and inner peace, I am eager to reconnect with my friends. There's nothing quite like making a grand entrance in front of the camera, perhaps one of my friends will catch a glimpse of me... but then again, why would I doubt it? They will definitely see me, considering that they are heroes...like me, of course they'll want to know of an incident where almost a hundred soul narrowly escaped a plane crash. There's no question that they will find out about it, and I can't wait to share the experience with them.
...
"Could you please share the details of the hijacking incident with us, Mr...?"
"Sentry... I guess you could call me that, my heroic title, but honestly, I'm not sure what else to say about the whole incident. I mean, I can share what you want, but it's not like I have a lot of details to offer."
"Oh~, Mr. Sentry, no worries at all! Just lock those gorge— I mean ...eyes on the camera and let the words flow when you're ready, alright?"
"...Right as you wish"
Just moments after the sentry had heroically guided the aircraft to a smooth landing on the sun-kissed sands, the once tranquil beach, which had been merely dotted with sunbathers, transformed into a bustling scene of chaos.
The area was now teeming with ambulances, police vehicles, and investigators, their uniforms stark against the golden backdrop, while curious onlookers crowded around, their voices a cacophony of concern speculations and excitement.
Flashing camera lights illuminated the scene, capturing every detail of the unfolding drama, but amidst the frenzy, all eyes were drawn to the sentry, with his striking figure in his distinctive attire, his long black hair billowing in the sea breeze.
Sentry stood amidst the throng of curious onlookers, a flutter of nerves dancing in his chest, yet his face remained a mask of composure as he regarded the blonde reporter with striking blue eyes.
Her enthusiasm was palpable, a bright smile illuminating her features as she leaned closer, urging him to share his story. With a subtle nod, he shifted his focus to the camera, the lens capturing the weight of his experiences as he began to recount the events in vivid detail, his voice steady but clear despite the whirlwind of voices around them.
As Sentry concluded his account, the journalist's initial spark of excitement dimmed, her brow furrowing in disappointment. A wry smile crept across Sentry's face as he observed her reaction.
"As I told you before, miss," he said, his voice tinged with sincerity and regret, " that's the extent of my knowledge regarding the tragic fate of the few who died aboard the plane, including the crew. I have no further insights into the circumstances surrounding the incident."
"Oh my, it's really fine," the reporter said, her eyebrows raised in mild astonishment at the hint of remorse in Sentry's voice. With a brightened expression, she pressed on, "You mustn't downplay your actions. You managed to rescue nearly all the passengers aboard that flight. You are genuinely a hero, Mr. Sentry. I sincerely appreciate your bravery and dedication."
"—— I understand, and I truly value your thoughtful remarks, Miss...?"
"Ah, of course! I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm Emilia, and this is my friend Samuel, my talented Camera man," she said, extending her hand for a firm handshake with the sentry.
Samuel, standing beside her with his camera slung casually around his neck, offered a simple nod, his demeanor calm yet observant.
At that sentry's face broke into a warm smile, a flicker of surprise lighting up his eyes as he realized he was actually engaging with others after what felt like an eternity of solitude. It was as if the long stretch of isolation meant nothing, leaving him unexpectedly open and eager to connect, embracing the spontaneity of the moment with a refreshing ease.
——I think This is a good sign that things are finally getting back to normal.
"Mr. Sentry, I'm heading out to speak with the passengers about what happened. Would you like to join me? I believe they'll feel more at ease with their hero by their side."
Emilia pressed on, carefully weighing her words as they hung in the air. Sentry nodded, finding her perspective entirely valid. For a normal person, the journey back from the brink of death is an extremely bad challenge. Just as Sentry was about to voice his agreement, a flicker of movement above seized his gaze.
He lifted his eyes, and there, amidst the swirling clouds——It's them.
Sentry's fury simmered beneath the surface, his expression carefully neutral as he turned to Emilia. "I apologize, Emilia, but an urgent matter has arisen, and I must attend to it."
"Another round of superhero antics?" With a playful grin, she replied.
"Hm,...yeah something like that"
"Once you're finished, fill me in on all the details, and don't forget—I'm Emilia Elsher."
With a subtle nod, he declared, "I won't forgot, see you later," and as those words hung in the air so was he, as he effortlessly lifted off the ground, eliciting cheers and gasps from the crowd that had gathered in awe.
With a wave of his hand to the crowd of people, he soared into the sky, a black and red blur of motion as he shot upwards, disappearing into the clouds like a shooting star, leaving behind a trail of excitement and cheering behind.
...
"You two better listen closely; I have no idea what twisted game you're playing after nearly bringing about a massacre, but there are innocent lives at stake below us. As long as I stand here, I will not allow you to inflict any harm on them. You can either give yourselves up willingly, or prepare to face the dire repercussions of your obstinacy."
Perched high among the swirling clouds, sentry loomed like a dark specter, his expression a blend of intensity and foreboding. With his powerful arms crossed defiantly over his chiseled chest, he commanded attention, the fabric of his flowing black cape billowing dramatically in the gusts of wind ——His long, raven hair danced around him, and His piercing gaze was locked onto two figures just few meters below him, a silent guardian ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, embodying both strength and an unyielding focus.
"Surrender? Me? How absurd," exclaimed one of the figures, a striking blond man clad in a snug blue suit adorned with red gloves boots and lines and a bold American flag emblazoned across his shoulders as a cape.
His blue eyes widened in disbelief as he processed the audacity sentry's words.
"What on earth are you rambling about? I have no clue who you think you are, but who gave you the right to address me in such a manner?" His incredulity dripped with a mix of arrogance and confusion, as if the very notion of capitulation was an affront to his existence.
Sentry remained silent, not due to inability or fear, but rather to assess the people before him. The girl, a woman caught in her own problems, shifted uneasily, her gaze flitting between him, the blonde man who held her, and the clouds above. Meanwhile, the man's narrowed blue eyes bore into him, a challenge, urging him to break the tension. With a heavy sigh, sentry prepared to speak.
"So, if I interpret your words correctly, you claim to be above the law, and before this I sow you doing nothing to save the plane. Should I conclude that you're the one responsible? Do you get a kick out of using your marvelous abilities to crash planes packed with innocent people?"
"What the hell! You there, pay attention! I still have no clue who you are, but just listen!," the blond man exclaimed, jabbing his finger at the sentry with a manic intensity. Before he could utter a word, his voice faltered, a strangled sound escaping his lips. "The aircraft was packed with terrorists, and me and the stunning one am holding, took matters into our own hands—we eliminated them."
"——And the crew?," Sentry asked.
"—Well, It was a tragic; I unfortunately arrived too late to save the plane captains. One was already dead, and the other met his end right before my eyes. I had no options left."
With a dramatic flair, Sentry narrowed his eyes, his piercing gaze locked onto the duo before him, the air crackling with tension. "It dosen't Matter anymore what you say, as I've finished my evaluation of your characters and the depths of your minds," he declared, his voice echoing like thunder.
While they was talking sentry Harnessed his formidable telepathic abilities, ad he delved deep into the psyches of Homelander and Queen Maeve, peeling back layers of deception to reveal the truth lurking beneath. In that moment, clarity struck him like a lightning bolt; he could see their true natures laid bare.
"You two are not heroes," he proclaimed, a smirk creeping onto his face, "merely actors playing a part—and you're not doing it well."
In an instant, Sentry transformed from a calm speaker to a fierce combatant, striking like a bolt of lightning as he charged at Homelander and Queen Mae. With a speed that left them utterly unprepared, Sentry closed the distance in a heartbeat, seizing both of their necks in a vice-like grip. The shock on their faces was palpable, ——Especially on homlander's.
"Gehk–y! What's going on w-ith you!?"
Astonishingly, Homelander managed to utter words even with Sentry's iron grip constricting his throat. While it defies the odds, it remains a testament to his power.
"——hk!"
In stark contrast, Queen Mae gasped for air, her struggle evident and pitiful. Sentry exhaled heavily, his gaze locking onto Homelander with a menacing intensity as he declared, "I'm merely fulfilling my duty. From the visions I've gleaned from your mind, it's clear that the only way to instill understanding in you is through sheer force." He lingered in silence, the tension thickening, before lowering his voice to a chilling whisper, "Are you feeling fear now...John?"
"Hk! I'm not afraid of you, so just go ahead and perish...——what?"
"Oh, come on now, John! You really think you can pull that off? Your laser vision is no more because I've just made a few tweaks to your molecular structure," Sentry chuckled, reveling in the bewilderment etched on Homelander's face.
And out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Queen Mae's smirk, and it was clear to him that she was enjoying John's struggle just as much. Sentry could practically read her thoughts, and it was that very insight that led him to declare, "For now, I'll let you both off the hook."
With a swift motion, Sentry released his grip on Homelander's neck, shoving him back with a forceful shove, yet he maintained his hold on Queen Mae, shifting her into a princess carry.
His eyes darted between her and Homelander, a serious expression etched on his face as he declared, "I strongly suggest that once you return to your abodes, you strip off those superhero costumes and step down from your positions—make sure to relay this message to your fellow comrades too."
At his words Queen kept on, her silence echoing in the charged atmosphere, but Homelander was anything but quiet. With a fierce glare and a voice dripping with defiance, he shot back, "Oh really? What's your plan if we refuse to step down? Who do you think you are, giving orders to me the homlander, ——and the Seven?"
"Then you will have to Prepare yourselves, for I shall Tear you and your pathetic band of so-called the seven right down the middle—justice itself is far too pure to be tainted by your presence!" Sentry's voice boomed with an ominous resonance, and as he spoke, a swirling black aura enveloped him, crackling with red lightning that danced like angry serpents in the air.
His eyes transformed into dark voids, radiating an unsettling power that sent shivers down the spines of both Homelander and Queen Mae, who could feel the weight of his malevolence pressing down upon them. But not wanting to unleash the full force of his wrath, he paused, his voice echoing once more with a chilling intensity...
"Listen, John, I'm aware of the shadows that haunt your past, and my heart aches for the pain you've endured. But that doesn't justify your actions; no amount of suffering can ever legitimize the taking of an innocent life. In this vast universe, there's simply no rationale for such brutality."
With those powerful words hanging in the air, and waiting for any reaction from homlander Sentry soared downward, leaving Homelander in a whirlwind of conflicted emotions, and gracefully landed on a secluded stretch of the beach, where he gently set Queen Mae back on her feet, ensuring her safety with a protective stance.
"Who are you?" queen mae exclaimed, stepping back from sentry, creating a safe distance between them.
Sentry narrowed his eyes, sizing her up before responding, "The Sentry, that's my title. And I can guess what you're wondering—why I didn't take down Homelander, right then and there——right?"
"Fine, you've got a point, but why didn't you just take him out?" she nearly shouted, her voice echoing with tension before she clamped her lips shut, glancing upward as if the very air above her held some hidden terror.
Sentry, aware of her unease reasons, stepped closer, his tone steady and reassuring as he replied, "Relax, he's long gone, not here anymore. As for your question, ...it's complicated. But simply is I prefer not to jump straight to lethal measures; everyone deserves a shot at redemption before facing the ultimate judgment...don't you think?"
Then at his words an eerie hush enveloped the atmosphere as Sentry's words hung in the air, creating a palpable tension.
And just when it seemed the silence would stretch on forever, Queen Mae erupted into a boisterous laugh that shattered the stillness like glass.
Sentry turned to her, his brow furrowed in bewilderment, and inquired, "Was there something amusing in what I just said?"
"Oh, it's not what you think! You're just another arrogant fool wielding too much power, and honestly, it's hilarious!" Queen Mae whispered, trying to suppress her giggles. "But let me tell you something, no matter your justifications, Homelander is a ticking time bomb, and mark my words, it won't be long before he shows you how wrong you really are".
"Looks like you're carrying a heavy load of hate, huh?" Sentry replied, his eyes narrowing with empathy. As he began to rise gracefully from the sandy terrain, a soft red glow enveloped him, illuminating the surrounding area. With a voice that resonated like thunder yet carried a gentle undertone, he continued, "Forget about Homelander for a moment; focus on yourself Mae. You've been granted a rare second chance too—make sure you seize it and turn it into something extraordinary."
"Yeah, whatever you say!" Queen Mae nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders, her indifference palpable.
Sentry, however, interpreted her sudden casual demeanor as a sign of approval, nodding with a sense of satisfaction. In an instant, he shot up into the sky like a bolt of lightning, ripping through the clouds with a thunderous roar, while Queen Mae remained on the shore, her eyes fixed on the vanishing figure soaring high above.
"——Really what is this guy?" She whispered.