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The Messenger

High above Earth, the Watchtower remained silent except for the low hum of machinery and holographic displays.

The image of St. Roch rotated slowly above the central table while storm patterns flashed across the hologram in gold and blue pulses.

Batman stood motionless beside the projection.

Superman studied the data carefully.

“You really think a teenager is causing all this?”

“Not intentionally,” Batman replied.

Another image appeared:

* transformer explosions,

* localized blackouts,

* atmospheric distortions,

* eyewitness reports of glowing eyes.

Wonder Woman crossed her arms.

“And you believe he’s dangerous?”

Batman paused briefly.

“I believe he’s unstable.”

The room fell quiet.

Batman enlarged Adonis’ file once more.

“The energy manifestations are increasing in frequency and intensity. Emotional triggers appear connected to power surges. If left unchecked, the situation could escalate quickly.”

Superman frowned slightly.

“So what’s the plan?”

Batman looked toward both of them.

“Observation first. Then contact.”

Wonder Woman tilted her head.

“You want to recruit him?”

“Guide him,” Batman corrected. “Before someone else finds him first.”

Superman nodded slowly.

“We approach carefully.”

Batman shut down part of the display.

“Within the week.”

Far below them, lightning flashed across Louisiana.

Paris was quiet at night.

The Louvre Museum had long since closed to the public, leaving only dim lights glowing across endless marble halls and ancient statues.

Diana Prince sat alone at her desk reviewing artifact transfers beneath the soft glow of a desk lamp. The museum always felt different after midnight older somehow. Quieter.

Then suddenly

the lights flickered blue.

Diana froze instantly.

Wind moved softly through the room despite every window being closed.

A familiar divine presence filled the air.

Blue light spiraled near the center of the gallery.

And Hermes appeared.

His sandals touched the marble floor without a sound as sky-blue energy shimmered faintly around him. The winged messenger looked exactly as the old myths described beautiful, dangerous, and impossibly ancient beneath his youthful appearance.

Diana stood immediately.

Shock crossed her face.

“Hermes?”

Hermes smiled casually.

“Hello, Diana.”

Even after centuries, seeing a god physically manifest in the mortal world was rare.

Which meant something was wrong.

Diana’s expression hardened slightly.

“Why are you here?”

Hermes’ glowing blue eyes shifted toward the storm outside the glass pyramid windows.

“Because Olympus is paying attention.”

That answer alone sent tension through the room.

The gods rarely involved themselves directly in mortal affairs anymore.

Hermes stepped forward slowly.

“The young human in St. Roch… Adonis Kingly.”

Diana narrowed her eyes carefully.

“You know about him.”

Hermes laughed softly.

“Of course we know about him.”

Diana studied him closely now.

“Batman believes he may be the source of the anomalies.”

“Batman is partially correct.”

The room became very still.

Hermes continued carefully.

“Adonis is far more important than any of you currently understand.”

Diana’s instincts sharpened immediately.

“What is he?”

Hermes’ expression shifted subtly.

For the first time since arriving

he stopped smiling.

“That information is not mine to give.”

Blue energy sparked softly around his form.

“But I am here with instructions.”

Diana crossed her arms.

“Instructions from who?”

Hermes met her gaze directly.

“Olympus.”

Silence.

Then:

“You and your allies intend to confront the boy within the coming days.”

Diana’s eyes widened slightly.

“How do you…”

Hermes smirked faintly.

“Diana… I am the Messenger God.”

Fair enough.

He stepped closer now, voice lowering.

“When you find Adonis Kingly, you will bring him to Themyscira.”

Diana blinked in disbelief.

“Absolutely not.”

Hermes raised an eyebrow.

“Men are forbidden from setting foot on Themyscira,” she continued firmly. “You know that.”

“I do.”

“Then why would the gods demand this?”

Hermes’ sky-blue glow intensified slightly.

“Because the decree comes directly from Olympus itself.”

Diana stared at him.

Confused.

Concerned.

And deeply unsettled.

Hermes turned toward the storm outside the museum windows.

“Themyscira will only be the beginning.”

Lightning flashed across the Paris skyline.

“From there… the boy will be brought before the gods.”

Diana’s breath caught slightly.

Olympus almost never summoned mortals.

Not unless the fate of the world itself was beginning to move.

Slowly, Diana looked back toward Hermes.

“What exactly is coming?”

For the first time that night

the Messenger God looked uncertain.

And that frightened her more than anything.

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The Hidden World

Rain tapped softly against the windows of the dark cave-like room as lines of encrypted data scrolled across multiple glowing monitors.

A single file remained open on the center screen.

ADONIS KINGLY

Potential Meta Human

Status: Under Surveillance

Images flickered across the display:

* electrical surges,

* city blackout reports,

* eyewitness statements,

* security footage of exploding transformers,

* and one blurry frame of glowing gold-white eyes in the middle of a storm.

The unseen figure standing before the monitors remained silent.

Another report appeared on screen:

“Atmospheric disturbances increasing around subject.”

A pause.

Then another line appeared beneath it.

“Unknown energy source connected to emotional stress responses.”

The figure narrowed his eyes beneath the darkness.

Outside, thunder rolled across Gotham City.

Summer arrived heavily in St. Roch.

Graduation had come and gone almost too fast. The routines of school disappeared overnight, leaving the city feeling strangely quieter than before. The air was hotter now. Storm clouds gathered nearly every evening. And Adonis’ powers were getting harder to hide.

Streetlights dimmed when he walked beneath them.

Phones glitched around him constantly.

And sometimes, when his emotions spiked too hard, lightning sparked visibly beneath his skin.

Kaerith had stopped pretending not to notice.

“You’re hiding something.”

Adonis looked up from the bench outside the corner store.

“You say that every day.”

“Because every day weird things happen around you.”

She crossed her arms.

“Adonis, the vending machine literally exploded when you got angry yesterday.”

“That machine was old.”

Kaerith stared at him blankly.

Then the streetlight above them flickered violently.

Adonis sighed.

“Okay… maybe that one was me.”

Kaerith stepped closer now, lowering her voice.

“No jokes. What’s happening to you?”

Adonis opened his mouth to answer—

and suddenly pain shot through his chest.

Electricity burst outward instinctively.

CRACK.

Blue-white sparks exploded around his body as nearby lights shattered instantly.

Kaerith stumbled backward in shock.

The wind around them intensified violently.

Adonis looked down at his trembling hands in horror.

“I didn’t mean to—”

The energy slowly faded.

Silence filled the street.

Kaerith stared at him for several long seconds.

Then quietly:

“You really don’t know what you are.”

Adonis looked up.

“What?”

Kaerith hesitated.

And for the first time since they had met—

she raised her hand.

A glowing violet symbol appeared in the air above her palm.

Adonis froze completely.

The symbol rotated slowly, surrounded by soft purple light before fading away again.

His eyes widened.

“What the hell was that?”

Kaerith smiled faintly.

“Magic.”

That night changed everything.

Kaerith explained things Adonis had spent his entire life believing were myths:

* bloodline magic,

* hidden magical communities,

* supernatural beings living unnoticed beside humanity,

* old protections woven into cities like St. Roch generations ago.

Adonis barely knew what to say.

“So magic is just… real?”

Kaerith laughed softly.

“You’re shooting lightning out of your body and this is the part you’re struggling with?”

She began taking him deeper into parts of the city he had never truly noticed before.

And slowly—

Adonis started seeing things.

Small things at first.

Tiny imps darting through alleyways causing harmless chaos before vanishing into shadows. Fairies glowing softly in hidden gardens while tending dying flowers back to life. Strange symbols hidden beneath old buildings that shimmered faintly when touched by moonlight.

The magical world had always existed around him.

He had simply never been able to see it before.

Now he couldn’t stop seeing it.

Kaerith believed she understood what he was.

A magical bloodline descendant.

Someone whose family had hidden their magic so long it became dormant through generations until finally reawakening.

It made sense.

At least more sense than anything else.

And for the first time since the museum incident—

Adonis felt less afraid.

Miles away, inside the Watchtower orbiting Earth, three figures stood before a holographic display of St. Roch.

Storm activity illuminated the screen.

Electromagnetic surges.

Localized blackouts.

Unknown energy readings.

Batman stood silently beside the display.

Superman crossed his arms.

“You think this is connected to the missing persons case?”

“Yes.”

Wonder Woman studied the hologram carefully.

“And the source?”

Batman pressed a button.

Adonis’ file appeared above the table.

Security images.

Incident reports.

Energy spikes.

Then finally

the photograph of Adonis standing in the rain with glowing eyes.

Batman’s expression remained unreadable.

“I believe the center of these anomalies is this young man.”

The room fell silent.

Lightning flashed across the hologram of St. Roch.

And somewhere far below

the storm continued growing.

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Storm Warnings

The weeks after the museum trip felt wrong.

Not obviously wrong. Not enough for anyone to panic. Life at St. Roch Preparatory Academy continued like normal on the surface—classes, exams, graduation meetings, loud hallways packed with seniors pretending they already had their futures figured out.

But beneath all of it, something had changed.

Nathan Delacroix was still missing.

At first everyone treated it like gossip. Rumors spread through the school faster than facts.

“I heard he ran away.”

“No, his parents filed a missing persons report.”

“Someone said he stole something from the museum.”

“You think he’s dead?”

Teachers shut conversations down whenever they heard them, but that only made students talk more.

Even now, nearly three weeks later, Nathan’s empty desk still sat untouched in fourth period chemistry.

And every time Adonis looked at it, something cold twisted in his stomach.

The strange things started small.

His headphones stopped working first.

Then his phone froze twice in the same day while charging beside him. After that came the lights.

Whenever Adonis got stressed or angry, nearby electronics reacted strangely. School computers glitched when he touched them too long. Hallway lights flickered overhead when his emotions spiked. Once, during lunch, every television in the cafeteria briefly lost signal the moment he slammed his hand against the table during an argument.

Nobody connected it to him.

At least he didn’t think they did.

But Adonis noticed.

And it was getting worse.

“You’ve been staring at that screen for like five minutes.”

Adonis blinked and looked up from his dead phone.

Eli sat beside him beneath the courtyard awning outside the cafeteria, watching him carefully.

“My phone keeps freezing.”

“Maybe because that thing is ancient.”

Adonis rolled his eyes faintly, but the joke barely landed.

Eli’s expression softened.

“You okay?”

Before Adonis could answer, the lights inside the nearby hallway flickered rapidly behind them.

Both boys glanced up instinctively.

The lights steadied again.

Neither spoke for a second.

Then Eli shrugged awkwardly.

“This school’s wiring sucks.”

Adonis nodded slowly.

But deep down

he knew it wasn’t the wiring.

Kaerith noticed next.

Not the electronics.

Him.

During history class she caught Adonis staring down at his own hands while static crackled faintly across his fingertips beneath the desk.

Her expression changed immediately.

After class, she cornered him near the stairwell.

“Something’s wrong with you.”

Adonis frowned.

“Wow. Thanks.”

“I’m serious.”

Her voice dropped lower.

“Your energy feels… strange.”

That made him pause.

Kaerith came from one of the old magical bloodlines in St. Roch. Most people thought her family traditions were just spiritual superstition.

Adonis knew better.

Kaerith noticed things other people didn’t.

And right now

she looked nervous.

“Ever since the museum trip,” she continued carefully, “things around you feel different.”

Adonis forced a laugh.

“You’re imagining things.”

But Kaerith didn’t smile back.

That night the storm returned.

Rain hammered against the streets of St. Roch while thunder rolled endlessly above the city.

Adonis couldn’t sleep anymore when storms came.

Every time lightning flashed outside his bedroom window, energy pulsed painfully beneath his skin like something inside him was trying to wake up.

He stared at his reflection in the dark television across the room.

For half a second

his eyes sparked gold-white.

Adonis stumbled backward immediately.

The sparks vanished.

Silence filled the room except for the rain.

His breathing became uneven.

“What is happening to me…”

The next afternoon, school let out early because of worsening weather.

Rain poured heavily across the streets as Adonis and Eli walked home together beneath the dark sky.

Eli adjusted his hood against the wind.

“You’ve been weird lately.”

“I’m always weird.”

“Not like this.”

Adonis stayed quiet.

Thunder rumbled overhead.

Eli glanced toward him carefully.

“This about Nathan?”

Adonis hesitated.

“Maybe.”

The streetlights above them flickered suddenly.

One after another.

Buzzing violently.

Eli looked upward.

“Okay… that’s creepy.”

Adonis stopped walking.

Something sharp pulsed through his chest.

The air around them felt charged now.

Wind whipped violently down the street.

The lights flickered harder.

Adonis’ breathing became uneven.

“Adonis…”

A massive crack of thunder exploded overhead.

BOOM.

A nearby transformer burst in a shower of sparks and blue fire.

The entire block went dark instantly.

Eli flinched backward.

For one brief moment, lightning split across the sky above St. Roch

illuminating Adonis standing motionless in the rain.

Gold-white energy sparked faintly across his skin.

And his eyes

his eyes were glowing

The Crack in the Dark

St. Roch Preparatory Academy stood near the older side of the city, where the streets stayed damp after rain and the air always smelled faintly of saltwater, moss, and thunderstorms. Most students spent their final semester worrying about graduation, scholarships, or escaping Louisiana altogether. But in St. Roch, strange things had a way of slipping quietly into everyday life. People learned not to question flickering streetlights or why certain parts of the bayou were avoided after dark.

Three months before graduation, the senior class piled onto buses for a field trip to the Morrigan Museum of Medical History, one of the oldest museums in the state. Rain tapped steadily against the windows while music played softly from someone’s phone near the back.

Adonis sat near the middle of the bus, hood pulled halfway over his curls as he stared out the window at the storm clouds gathering over the city.

Beside him, Eli Baptiste nudged his shoulder.

“You look exhausted.”

“I am exhausted.”

“That’s what happens when you stay up all night watching conspiracy videos.”

Adonis smirked faintly.

“It wasn’t conspiracy videos.”

“So gaming?”

Adonis didn’t answer.

Eli laughed softly.

“Yeah. That means yes.”

A few rows ahead, Kaerith leaned over her seat to join the conversation while the rest of the bus buzzed with noise and complaints about the weather. Toward the back sat Nathan Delacroix, already irritated as he flipped through the museum information packet.

“Half these artifacts are probably mislabeled,” Nathan muttered loudly to the students around him. “This place doesn’t even know what it has.”

Nobody really responded.

Nathan always talked like he was the smartest person in every room.

Outside the window, lightning flashed across the dark clouds.

For just a second, static danced faintly across Adonis’ fingertips before disappearing.

He frowned at his hand.

Then the bus pulled into the museum parking lot.

The Morrigan Museum looked older than the rest of the city around it. Massive stone columns lined the entrance, darkened with age and rainwater. Inside, the air smelled like old wood, antiseptic, and dust trapped beneath decades of history.

The museum guide led the students through long halls filled with preserved specimens, antique surgical equipment, and strange relics recovered from across Louisiana. Some displays looked ordinary.

Others didn’t.

Adonis paused briefly near a cracked black artifact sealed behind glass. Something about it made his chest feel tight.

“Creepy, right?” Eli whispered beside him.

Adonis nodded slowly.

“Yeah… something about this place feels off.”

Before Eli could answer, the guide called the group farther down the corridor.

At the end of the lower floor stood a large iron gate blocking access to another hallway. Strange symbols were carved into the surrounding walls.

The guide stopped walking.

“This section of the museum is restricted,” she explained carefully. “Some artifacts stored below are considered too fragile and historically sensitive for public viewing.”

Several students groaned immediately.

Nathan’s eyes narrowed with interest.

Nearly an hour later, while the class explored another exhibit upstairs, Nathan slipped away with two nervous friends following behind him.

The lower corridor was quiet now.

The iron gate stood slightly open.

Nathan smirked.

“See? Restricted usually just means expensive.”

One of his friends hesitated.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be down here.”

Nathan ignored him and pushed the gate wider.

Beyond it sat a hidden chamber lit by dim overhead lights. Shelves lined the walls, holding artifacts far older than anything displayed upstairs. Symbols covered the stone floor beneath layers of dust.

Then Nathan saw it.

A dark relic resting alone inside cracked glass.

It looked almost alive.

Slowly, he reached toward it.

The moment his fingers touched the artifact—

the room went silent.

Not quiet.

Silent.

Like sound itself had disappeared.

Nathan froze.

Then the relic pulsed once beneath his hand.

A deep vibration moved through the chamber walls.

His friends backed away immediately.

“Nathan…”

But Nathan only stared at the object in fascination.

And smiled.

That night, rain hammered against the windows of Nathan’s bedroom while he turned the stolen relic over carefully beneath his desk lamp.

The surface felt strangely warm.

Almost breathing.

He grinned to himself.

“Told them this place had real artifacts…”

As he adjusted his grip, the relic slipped from his hands.

It hit the floor.

And shattered.

Darkness exploded across the room instantly.

The lights died.

The shadows along the walls stretched unnaturally toward him as something deep and ancient moved inside the blackness.

Nathan stumbled backward.

“What the hell—”

A low sound filled the room.

Not a voice.

Not an animal.

Something worse.

The shadows rose violently around him.

Nathan screamed—

and vanished.

The room fell completely still.

Miles away across St. Roch, Adonis jolted awake in bed as thunder shook the city.

Lightning flashed outside his bedroom window.

And for the first time in his life—

his eyes flashed gold-white in the dark. ⚡