The Supe Devil 12

Chapter 12:

– Marcus –

I walked out of Vought Tower and into the chaos of New York City streets. A few people stopped to stare at me, their faces lighting up with recognition. Some even pointed. I gave them a polite smile, but inside, I was annoyed. I didn’t have time for any of it. Translucent was missing, and I knew what it probably meant. 

The Boys had him. 

And if that was true, he was as good as dead. Translucent was a creep, but he was one of ours, and if he spilled secrets about Vought, things could get messy. Not just for him, but for me and everyone tied to The Seven. 

I pulled out my phone and debated my next move. Homelander would’ve been the obvious choice to deal with something like this, but he was busy doing… whatever it was he was doing with my mom. The less I thought about that, the better. The Deep? Useless. That idiot couldn’t find his own shadow. I left him behind in the elevator. Black Noir couldn’t even talk, and I think Queen Maeve was currently watching Asia. 

So I called A-Train.

He picked up after a few rings. “Yo, Marcus. What’s up?”

“Translucent’s missing,” I said, cutting straight to the point.

“Shit, really?” He sounded more surprised than concerned. “You think someone got him?”

“Yeah, and if I’m right, they’re interrogating him right now, trying to get him to spill Vought’s secrets.”

A-Train laughed like I’d told a joke. “Man, Translucent’s too dumb to know anything important, man.”

“Maybe, but we can’t risk it. You in or not?” I wasn’t in the mood for back-and-forth.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m in. You got any leads?”

“Yeah, I'll text you all the details and what I need you to do…”

– Hughie –

Hughie had no idea what he’d signed up for when he joined The Boys a few days ago. The group wasn’t just dysfunctional—it was straight-up insane. He’d thought it was going to be all strategy and careful planning, but it felt more like random chaos. 

That’s when Butcher pulled up, honking the horn like a maniac. The tires screeched as the car skidded to a stop, and Hughie stood up, unsure what the hell was going on. Butcher hopped out of the driver’s seat, grinning ear to ear. “Oi, lads! Got us a special delivery!” He marched to the back of the car and popped the trunk, revealing a body crammed inside.

Hughie’s heart jumped into his throat when he realized who it was. Translucent. A freaking supe. A member of The Seven. 

Frenchie walked over, looked into the trunk, and let out a low whistle. “You actually did it...”

Butcher clapped him on the back. “Found the bastard stumbling home drunk from some club. Gave him a little love tap with the car. Knocked the arsehole right out!” He sounded proud.

Hughie stared at the unconscious supe. His brain was struggling to keep up. “Wait, you hit him with your car? What if he wakes up? What are we even supposed to do with him?”

Butcher rolled his eyes and reached into the trunk, grabbing Translucent’s limp body. “Relax, lad. We’ve got that sorted.” He carried the supe over to a cage in the corner of the warehouse—a Faraday cage, apparently—and unceremoniously dumped him inside. The sound of the body hitting the floor made Hughie wince.

“Don’t worry,” Butcher said. “This little beauty’s rigged to electrocute the prick if he even twitches. He ain’t going anywhere.”

Frenchie nodded, inspecting the setup. “It’s a good cage. Very high voltage. He won’t like waking up in here.”

MM stood nearby, arms crossed. He looked more skeptical than anything. “And what’s the plan after that? We can’t keep him here forever.”

Hughie felt the same unease. “Yeah, what now? What’s the plan?”

Butcher turned to him, that grin still plastered across his face. “Still want revenge, Hughie? Or has your spine gone soft already?”

Hughie blinked, caught off guard. “Revenge?”

“Against Starlight,” Butcher said. “She’s the one who staged your girl’s death, yeah? Did it to boost her own bloody image. You still wanna avenge Robin, don’t you?”

Hughie’s stomach twisted. He’d seen the proof Butcher had shown him—footage, reports, enough dirt on Vought to make him sick. It wasn’t just Starlight; there were other “heroes” who had done worse. But the thought of sweet, innocent-looking Starlight being involved in Robin’s death still messed with his head. He hated her for it. At least, he thought he did.

“Of course I do,” Hughie said. His voice felt steadier than he expected. “But… this is all a lot.”

“A lot?” Butcher stepped closer, towering over him. “What’d you expect, sunshine? Tea and biscuits? These supes don’t play nice, so neither do we. You wanna stop them, you gotta get your hands dirty.”

Hughie shifted on his feet, glancing back at Translucent in the cage. He couldn’t shake how surreal this all felt. Just a week ago, his biggest problem was getting yelled at by his boss at the electronics store. Now he was standing in a warehouse with an unconscious member of The Seven in an electrified cage.

Frenchie leaned against the cage, tapping it lightly. “The question is, how long until he wakes up? And when he does, what do we ask first?”

Butcher smirked. “We ask him what he knows about Vought. Every dirty little secret…”

Clap Clap Clap…

All of The Boys stiffened when they heard slow clapping echo through the warehouse. The sound cut through the tense air like a gunshot. Hughie’s heart raced as he spun around toward the noise. A young Asian man with sharp features and a sly grin stepped out from the shadows, his hands lazily coming together in applause.

“Well done,” the man said. “Really, congratulations on your prize. Quite the catch.” There was something in his tone that sounded sarcastic, but it was hard for Hughie to tell. What wasn’t hard to tell was that this guy screamed dangerous. Hughie couldn’t explain it, but every instinct he had told him this wasn’t someone they should mess with.

Butcher took a step forward, squaring up as he always did. “And who the bloody hell are you?”

Frenchie and MM didn’t wait for introductions. They pulled their guns, aiming directly at the man’s chest. But he didn’t flinch. If anything, he looked amused.

The man gave a small bow, keeping his hands where they could see them. “My name is Cao Cao. I’m a hero of Humanity.”

Butcher snorted. “Hero of Humanity, eh? What, you a supe?”

Cao Cao shook his head, that grin never leaving his face. “Not even close. Unlike your precious supes, I’m one hundred percent human. Just a regular man… who happens to wield a very special weapon.”

Hughie felt his mouth go dry. He couldn’t tell if this guy was messing with them or dead serious. “What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice shaky.

Cao Cao tilted his head. “How about I show you? That is, if you can promise your friends here won’t shoot me.”

Butcher held up a hand, signaling Frenchie and MM to lower their guns. “Go on, then. Let’s see what you’ve got. I’m curious.”

The grin on Cao Cao’s face widened. He raised his hand, and in a flash of golden light, something appeared before him. Hughie’s eyes widened as the light faded, revealing the most beautiful spear he had ever seen. The weapon gleamed like it was crafted from pure gold, its sharp edges almost glowing in the dim light of the warehouse.

Cao Cao held it up proudly. “I present to you, gentlemen, the True Longinus. The Spear of Destiny. The very weapon that slew Jesus Christ himself.”

For a moment, no one spoke. Even Butcher seemed caught off guard, his mouth slightly open as he stared at the weapon. Then he snapped out of it. “Bullshit.”

Cao Cao shrugged. “Believe what you want, but this spear is very real. And it’s mine.”

Hughie couldn’t take his eyes off the weapon. He didn’t know what to think, but something about it felt… heavy. Like it wasn’t just a weapon but something far more dangerous.

Cao Cao lowered the spear and looked at them, his expression turning serious. “I’m part of a group called the Hero Faction. We believe humanity deserves to inherit the earth, free from all the unnatural and supernatural beings that plague it. Devils, angels, gods, supes—they’re all parasites that need to be exterminated.”

Hughie blinked, trying to process what he’d just heard. “That sounds batshit crazy. What does any of that have to do with us?”

Cao Cao smirked, stepping closer. “Because you’re all caught in the middle of something much bigger than you realize. Marcus, the son of Homelander, isn’t just a supe. His mother is literally one of the rulers of Hell! He’s half-devil. Proof that this world is far more dangerous and corrupt than you could ever imagine!”

Hughie’s stomach dropped. “You’re kidding, right?” Devil's couldn't exist, they were just a story that organized religion created to farm money from the stupid masses. That's what he and Robin always believed at least. 

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Cao Cao gestured to the spear in his hand. “Your little war against Vought is a joke. The real fight is so much bigger. And here’s the best part: you’re all going to die soon. None of you stand a chance against what’s coming. But my group certainly wouldn't mind giving you a little help to change that… I even have a good pawn I can trick into helping you all out this time.”

– A-Train –

A-Train knew better than to piss off Marcus. The kid was scary as hell, especially for someone who was supposed to be a "hero." A-Train figured it was better to just do what he was asked and help him out. Translucent was missing, and finding him seemed like the fastest way to stay on Marcus’s good side.

"Alright," A-Train muttered to himself as he took off at super speed, "time to check all the shady-ass hideouts in this city."

Manhattan had no shortage of empty buildings. A-Train zoomed through them one by one, his body a blur as he scanned each space. Bad guys always hid in the same clichés: warehouses, abandoned factories, seedy motels. It was predictable. In ten minutes, he’d already searched hundreds of places. Still nothing.

“At this rate, I’m gonna hit every damn building in New York,” he grumbled as he ran, his frustration building.

At least he wasn’t slowing down. Asia had patched him up better than he thought possible. She’d undone all the damage he’d done to himself—years of Compound V, drugs, and pushing his body to the brink. She was amazing, and he owed her for saving his life. He didn’t like thinking about it too much. It made him feel… guilty.

It took another half hour before A-Train finally spotted something suspicious. He skidded to a halt in front of a warehouse that didn’t quite match the others. It looked like someone had been here recently. The door was slightly ajar, and faint scuff marks led inside. He approached cautiously, walking this time.

A-Train wasn’t stupid. Sure, he was bulletproof, but that didn’t mean someone couldn’t find a way to kill him. If they got Translucent, they could probably get him too. He stepped inside, his senses on high alert. The place was quiet. No traps, no ambush. Just an eerie stillness.

In the middle of the floor was a single table. On it was a piece of paper.

A-Train picked it up and read the message:

"The Docks… 2 minutes or Translucent dies. Come alone, A-Train."

“Fuck,” A-Train muttered. He didn’t have time to think it through. He pulled out his phone and fired off a quick text to Marcus, just in case, and then took off at full speed toward the docks.  

The note didn’t say where exactly to go, so he started searching every corner of the boatyard. He ran back and forth, shouting, “Translucent! Where are you?”  

He was speeding toward the water when he suddenly felt his feet slip out from under him. He hit the ground hard, landing flat on his back. Pain shot through his body as he groaned, “What the fuck…”  

He tried to push himself up, but the ground was completely frozen. Ice. In eighty-degree weather.  

“This makes no sense…” he started, but a voice interrupted him.  

“Hmph. I might not be as good with ice magic as that bitch, but it’s good enough to take down a pathetic human speedster.”  

A-Train’s head snapped up. Floating above him was a woman with glasses and ten bat-like wings spread out behind her. She was beautiful, but the sight of those wings made his stomach drop. They were just like Marcus’s.  

“Fuck, it’s a devil,” he muttered under his breath. “Are you the one who took Translucent?” he called out as he struggled to his feet. The ice was going to slow him down, but he’d trained for this kind of thing before. He could manage.  

The devil scoffed. “Why would I waste my time on some random human trash? No, the only reason I’m here is because that brat Marcus Sitri calls you his friend. Killing you will send a message to him and his bitch of a mother!”  

A-Train clenched his fists. “I’m not going down that easily.”  

The devil smirked. Before he could move, a massive wave of water slammed into his back. He barely had time to curse before the air was knocked out of his lungs. The water wrapped around him, spinning him in every direction. He was thrown into the marina, crashing into the cold depths.  

He tried to swim to the surface, but the pressure was unbearable. It felt like invisible hands were dragging him further down. No matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t break free.  

As his vision blurred and his lungs screamed for air, his last thought was simple and bitter: ‘I should’ve waited for Marcus.’

– Marcus –

I grimaced as I arrived at the marina. I was late. A-Train’s body floated face down in the water. He was dead. There wasn’t any doubt about it—he’d been drowned.  

“Hello, Katerina Leviathan,” I said as nonchalantly as I could manage.  

She grinned, like she’d been waiting for this moment. “Well, well, well… if it isn’t the spawn of the thieving whore. I can’t wait to see the expression on your mommy’s face when she finds out I got my payback by killing her favorite son.”  

I scoffed. This bitch actually thought she could take me on? She didn’t even have the Leviathan bloodline. Her wings were just for show.  

“That’s why you killed A-Train? To get my attention?”  

Her grin widened. “It worked, didn’t it? Only a half-breed weakling like you would waste time befriending human trash.”  

The word weakling made my jaw tighten. She was testing my patience. This attack wasn’t her idea—I could tell just by looking at her. She wasn’t the brains behind this. Someone else was pulling the strings, and I was going to beat the answers out of her if I had to.  

“Die, half-breed!” Katerina raised her hand, and an icicle the size of a small tree shot toward me.  

I didn’t even flinch. My heat vision melted it into water before it got anywhere close. I gave her an unimpressed look.  

“Water is my domain, you fool,” she said, cackling as the puddle at my feet twisted into a whip and lashed toward me.  

The whip snapped against my chest, but it might as well have been a pool noodle for all the damage it did. I didn’t even bother moving. The whip broke apart, leaving me standing there with my shirt ruined. That part annoyed me. It was one of my favorites.  

Katerina licked her lips and looked me up and down. “Maybe I should have some proper fun with you before I kill you. I’m sure that’ll make Serafall even more furious.”  

“Pass,” I said. “You’re hot, but that permanent scowl on your face takes you from a nine all the way down to a six.”  

Her smug expression vanished, replaced with pure rage. “Fuck you, brat!”  

“See? That’s what I’m talking about,” I said.  

I moved faster than she could process, shattering the sound barrier as I closed the distance between us. Her eyes widened, and before she could even try to defend herself, my fist slammed into her cheek. Her head snapped to the side, and blood and spit flew from her mouth.  

I didn’t let up. My next punch was an uppercut to her stomach, and the impact left her gasping for air. Most ultimate-class devils sucked at defense and close-quarters combat. That’s what made devils like me and Sairaorg so dangerous. The second we got close, it was game over, even if the opponent was technically “on our level.” 

Katerina tried to summon a magic circle, but I didn’t give her the chance. I backhanded her hard enough to send her flying into the cement below. She hit the ground with a loud crash, leaving a crater in her wake.  

I stared down at her, unimpressed. “If you’re done wasting my time, I’d like to know who sent you.”  

Katarina cursed me out, her words dripping with hatred. “I’m not telling you a damn thing!”  

I crossed my arms. “That’s fine by me. I don’t mind beating the answers out of you.”  

Her cocky mask slipped for a second, and I caught the flicker of fear in her eyes behind those glasses. She knew I could back up my words. I smirked, taking a slow step toward her.  

Just as I started floating down to where she was sprawled in the crater, my instincts screamed at me to move. I didn’t even hesitate—I shot fifty feet to the right, heart pounding like a drum.  

“What the fuck?” I muttered, scanning the area. There wasn’t an attack. Nothing had come at me from any direction. “Some kind of intimidation magic?” I trailed off, keeping my senses on high alert as I flew back toward where I’d left Katarina. It had only been a couple of seconds, but when I got there, the crater was empty. “Of course,” I muttered. She was gone.  

I let out a sigh and turned my attention to the marina, flying low over the water until I spotted A-Train’s body. I pulled him out, setting him down on the dock. Flipping him over, I grimaced. He was done. His chest wasn’t moving, and his eyes stared lifelessly up at the sky.  

“Shit,” I muttered, kneeling next to him. I didn’t like the guy much, but he didn’t deserve to go out like this. At least there was a way to fix it.  

I reached into my inventory space, preparing to pull out a Knight Evil Piece. Before I could grab it, a bright flash of light exploded next to me.  

“Miracle Girl Levia-tan is here!”  

I groaned. My mother, Serafall, had appeared out of nowhere… and she was completely naked. Her body was still sweaty from whatever she was doing with Homelander. She didn’t even look the least bit embarrassed. 

“Mom,” I said, pressing a hand to my face. “Please, put on some clothes.”  

She giggled. “Oh, stop being such a prude! I know you’ve got copies of my show on your computer.”  

I groaned again, refusing to even acknowledge that. 

She glanced around at the destroyed docks and marina, her expression turning serious for once. “Was that bitch Katarina here? Did she attack you?”  

I nodded. “Yeah, but she wasn’t the brains behind this. She’s too stupid for that. I think someone pulled her out when I got distracted.”  

Serafall’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll get to the bottom of this. Are you okay?”  

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, motioning toward A-Train’s body. “But he’s not.”  

Her gaze shifted to him, and she sighed. “Sorry about your friend.”  

I shook my head. “I wouldn’t go so far as to call us friends yet. We were at the drinking buddy stage, but I think we could’ve gotten there.”  

She gave me a knowing look. “He won’t stay dead for long, will he?”  

I didn’t answer right away, reaching back into my inventory space, I pulled out my Knight Evil Piece. 

My mother’s eyes lit up. “You’re finally building a proper peerage!” She clapped her hands together, looking more excited than I’d seen her in a while. “I’m so proud of you!”  

“Mom,” I said, giving her a look, “can you just not right now?”  

Ignoring me completely, she kept clapping. “This is such a big step! My little Marcus is all grown up!”  

I sighed and knelt next to A-Train, holding the Evil Piece over his chest. “Let’s just get this over with.”  

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