The Supe Devil 10

Chapter 10:

– Marcus –

The name finally clicked—Dohnaseek. Yeah, that was it. The guy was a complete mess, sprawled on the ground with blood pooling around him. Homelander had really gone to town on him, ripping his wings clean off followed by his legs and arms. His wails had long since turned into whimpers.

“This is… all kinds of fucked up,” A-Train muttered, shifting uncomfortably as he stared at the blood-soaked wing in his hand. Homelander had asked him “to hold it for him” as some kind of trophy. “Are we going to Hell for this?” A-Train asked.

I let out a dry laugh. “We brutalized a fallen angel, so probably not,” I replied with a shrug. “Besides, Hell doesn’t even exist anymore. Well… the Christian one, anyway.”

A-Train’s eyes narrowed. “Huh? Then where do bad people go when they die?”

“Oh, you’re gonna love this,” I snickered. “With Lucifer dead and all, Hell’s been outsourced to the Greeks. Everyone even slightly bad who dies ends up in Hades’ realm now. Doesn’t that sound fun…?” I asked sarcastically.

A-Train’s face twisted in disgust. “You’ve got to be shitting me? The Greek Gods? The sheep-fuckers are in charge of the afterlife? Fuck that!”

“Right there with you,” I said, shrugging again. “Apparently, the Archangel Michael struck a deal with them. Dumbest move he ever made, if you ask me. It’s like he had no clue what to do with Hell once dear old dad kicked the bucket.”

A-Train let out a low groan and covered his face with his hands. “Why am I not surprised that God's dead too…”

“To be fair, I don’t actually think he is, I just think he decided to lay low for a couple hundred years or possibly a millennia or two,” I said.

“That honestly sounds worse to me,” A-Train grumbled. “What, did the Alpha and Omega go out for some smokes and never come back?”

“Pretty much.” That was my opinion at least, but I rarely shared it anymore because everyone in the upper tiers of the Underworld really likes to believe the guy was dead. Personally, I believed that he was only grievously injured by Trihexa and has been lying low trying to recover ever since.

Before A-Train could respond, there was a sickening squelch from beside us. Homelander had finally put Dohnaseek out of his misery. He stood up grinning, completely unfazed by the blood staining his suit.

“Sometimes,” Homelander drawled, wiping blood from his hands with a casual smile, “you just gotta let the anger out, you know? Torture someone to death, really get it all out.”

“I feel you dad,” I told him. I personally prefer the company of a beautiful woman to destress most of the time, but he’s right in that sometimes you really just need some good old fashioned violence.

“Asia can never find out about God…” A-Train told me as he handed the ripped off Fallen Angel wing back to Homelander.

“Obviously,” I crossed my arms. “That’s a conversation for way in the future.”

“What should we do about the body?” A-Train said, gesturing to Dohnaseek. We had definitely created a pretty gruesome scene in the middle of the theme park. Thankfully, all the regular human employees ran away when the fighting started. I’d have someone come by and wipe all the security cameras later as well. 

The body was easy enough to handle. I focused my gaze on the pieces of Dohnaseek left scattered around and fired up my laser vision. In seconds, flesh, bone, and everything else was reduced to ash. As for the blood, well, I had a solution for that too.

I lifted my right hand and tapped into the vast reserves of demonic power coursing through me. The energy thrummed, wild and dark, as I focused it outward.

“Holy shit…” A-Train whispered as he looked up. The sky above us, which had been perfectly clear just moments before, was now covered in thick, dark clouds rolling in from nowhere. Only seconds later, the first heavy raindrops began to fall.

“You can make it rain whenever you want?” Homelander asked, a curious look on his face as he watched the rain start to pour down.

I smirked at him. “We devils can use magic based on our imagination. It’s not exactly cost-effective, but it makes life a lot easier—if you’ve got the power.” I glanced over at him. “Which I obviously do. Very few devils can cover an entire city like New York with rain, but I can pull it off. Comes with being an Ultimate-class devil and part of the Sitri clan. We’ve got a special connection to water.”

As the rain washed away the blood, we started making our way back to where we’d left Queen Maeve and Asia. By the time we got there, they’d moved from the bench to a small café near the theme park entrance. Asia’s face looked a bit downcast as she stared out at the rain, watching it drench the park. 

“Aw, it rained just as we were having fun,” she murmured with a small sigh.

I walked over and shrugged. “Hey, no big deal. We can come back whenever you want.”

Asia looked up at me, surprised. “But… you spent so much money today, Marcus. I can’t make you do it all over again…”

I gave her a warm smile. “Asia, there’s no amount of money that can put a price on seeing you smile.”

Her cheeks went a deep, adorable red at that, and she quickly looked down, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. I could practically feel the laser glares I was getting from Queen Maeve and A-Train, both of them watching me like hawks.

It wasn’t like I was trying to flirt. It just came out naturally. It’s not my fault I was born this good-looking and charismatic! Ignoring their stares, I plopped down beside Asia. “So, what should we do now? You want to go see one of the indoor shows?”

…

We got back to Vought Tower a few hours later, expecting the usual scene—but we were met with something totally different. A whole swarm of reporters crowded the front, cameras flashing, microphones shoved forward, all of them shouting over each other and trying to push past security. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what the hell was going on.

Homelander was right beside me, looking just as confused as I was. As soon as the reporters spotted him, they all zeroed in, firing off questions like bullets.

"Homelander, do you have any comment on the supervillain attack on Starlight?"

“Is America still safe?”

“Are there any other supervillains the people need to watch out for?”

That question caught us both off guard. A supervillain attacked Starlight? The same thought had to be going through Homelander’s head too. When the hell did that happen? None of us had heard a thing about it.

Homelander gave a practiced smile, not letting on that he had no clue what they were talking about. “No comment,” he said smoothly, sidestepping the chaos as we pushed our way through the crowd.

Reporters kept snapping pictures of us, the clicks of their cameras practically buzzing around us like a swarm of bees. But we ignored it and made our way inside Vought Tower. As soon as we stepped through the doors, a group of Vought employees were waiting. One of them stepped forward, looking more stressed than I’d ever seen him.

“Mr. Edgar and Madelyn Stillwell want to see all of you,” he said quickly, glancing around nervously. “They’re waiting on the top floor.”

Homelander rolled his eyes but started toward the elevator with A-Train, Queen Maeve, Asia, and me following. As the doors slid shut, I could feel the tension rising in the small space. 

The chamber of the Seven was packed when we entered. The first thing that caught my eye was Annie, sitting in one of the chairs, looking completely out of it. She wasn’t in her Starlight suit; she was in regular clothes, but they were splattered in blood. Deep crimson stains soaked through her shirt and jacket, and her face was pale as she stared off, clearly shaken. The others were all there too. The Deep, Black Noir, and Translucent. With Homelander, Maeve, and A-Train, that meant every single member of the Seven was in one place.

Asia gasped softly, her eyes widening as she spotted Annie. Without hesitation, she rushed over, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Annie, are you okay? Do you need healing?”

Before Annie could respond, Stan Edgar stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Asia’s shoulder, stopping her. “None of that blood belongs to Starlight,” he said curtly.

A-Train chuckled, crossing his arms with a smirk. “Damn, Blondie is hardcore!”

The Deep, on the other hand, looked downright uncomfortable, slouched in his chair with nervous glances darting around. “Yo, uh… I didn’t sign up to actually get attacked by other people with superpowers,” he stammered, rubbing his sweaty palms together. “This wasn’t, like, staged or anything, right? This was real?”

Mr. Edgar nodded. “As far as we know, yes. This attack was real. The being responsible, who has identified herself as Rayrare, is currently sedated and being held in one of our strongest containment cells. We’re… unsure what to do with her, frankly, as we’ve never faced a legitimate supervillain before.”

Madelyn Stillwell, standing beside Mr. Edgar, let a sly smirk spread across her face. “I say we roll with it. This is a golden publicity opportunity. This villain appears out of nowhere, kills an innocent woman, and tries to murder Starlight. And yet, despite being our newest member, Starlight managed to defeat her.” She adjusted her glasses, looking like she was about to start drooling over the PR potential. “Sure, our stock might dip over the next few days, but with the right spin, I expect it’ll soar even higher by the end of the week.”

Annie suddenly sat up straighter, her face darkening. “Are we seriously going to use Robin’s death as a publicity stunt?” she said, her voice strained. “She deserved better than that. She was a good person… even if her fiancé was kind of… weird.” Her voice trailed off as she muttered the last part.

Madelyn’s eyes lit up, practically sparkling. “Robin was your friend? That’s even BETTER!” She clapped her hands together, visibly thrilled. “We can frame this as a personal tragedy for Starlight—a dark, emotional backstory. Her best friend is murdered by a supervillain, and now she’s on a journey of self-discovery and revenge. What kind of hero will she become after enduring such a tragedy? This could be a full-blown movie franchise! Maybe even a multi-season TV show!” She kept going, lost in her fantasies of all the money they could make off of this.

Everyone in the room deadpanned at the woman…

Mr. Edgar’s expression barely shifted, but he subtly cleared his throat. “I think that will be enough, Ms. Stillwell. We’ll discuss this later.” He gestured for her to leave.

I did recognize the name Raynare though. I wondered what Annie had done to warrant being attacked by a Fallen Angel…and in public apparently. The rest of the Supernatural World was going to be pissed at the girl. The Grigori were probably already in the middle of damage control, creating a fake identity for Raynare as another Supe who just happened to have Angel-like powers. That was really all they could do…that or have Raynare assassinated for almost exposing everything to the public.

Once Madelyn left, Mr. Edgar turned to all of us, his gaze sharp. "Does anyone here know anything more about this attack?" he asked, his eyes scanning each of us in turn. The room fell silent; none of us spoke up, not even Homelander, A-Train, or me. The three of us were the only ones aware of the fallen angels lurking around New York, hunting for Asia, who was under our protection. No one needed to know about that… at least, not yet.

Mr. Edgar sighed, obviously frustrated with our silence. “Very well. Everyone, be cautious over the next few days. This may not be a one-time event. We need to handle this carefully.” He straightened his tie, adding, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an endless parade of politicians to appease.” He turned on his heel and left the room, leaving us in tense silence.

The moment he was gone, Translucent leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Well, that was a total waste of time,” he muttered. His gaze shifted over to Annie. “Hey, Starlight—what can you tell us about Raynare’s abilities? Anything we should worry about?”

Annie hesitated, her eyes flickering as she mentally replayed the encounter. “She could fly, first off,” she began quietly, “and she could create spears of light… like, really hot spears. They could melt right through concrete, no problem. Robin… she didn’t stand a chance. One hit to the chest, and her insides were… basically boiled. It… there was no way to survive that.”

Translucent let out a low whistle, and The Deep shivered visibly. “Fuck,” The Deep muttered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “But we should be okay, right? We’re a lot tougher than regular people.”

“You’ll be fine, Deep,” Homelander cut in, dismissively waving his hand. “This was probably just a one-time thing. A rogue lunatic with a grudge, nothing more.”

Annie didn’t look convinced. Her eyes kept flickering over to me and I could tell she had something to say but not with so many people around.

After the meeting, I caught Annie’s eye and motioned for her to follow me. She hesitated, then nodded, and we left the chamber together, ignoring the curious glances everyone shot our way. I led her down the hall to an empty room and closed the door behind us. Before I could even get a word out, she slapped me across the face—hard. Not enough to hurt me, but enough to make her point.

I rubbed my cheek, giving her a sheepish smile. “I might’ve deserved that.”

“You think?” she snapped, crossing her arms, eyes blazing. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was to walk into Vought today and hear people whispering that I’m your third girlfriend, Marcus? Third!”

I let out a sigh. “I meant to talk to you about that, Annie. About a lot of things, actually.”

She scowled, launching into a mini-rant, her words tumbling out in an angry blur. “I can’t believe you, Marcus. I thought you were different—I didn’t peg you for the ‘harem guy.’ But apparently, you’re that kind of guy, aren’t you?”

I waited for her to finish, then stepped forward, wrapping her in a tight hug. She struggled, smacking my back. “Let go of me, you jerk!”

“Not until you hear me out,” I said, taking each smack without complaint. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Her struggles slowed, and I could feel the curiosity mixing with her anger. I finally pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. “Annie, I’m… not entirely human. I’m actually half-devil.”

She froze, staring up at me in shock. “Half-devil? What does that even mean? That crazy bitch Raynare was going on about devils too!”

I sighed, letting my wings materialize behind me for just a moment. Dark, leathery, unmistakable. Annie yelped and took a couple of steps back, her eyes wide with shock and, if I wasn’t mistaken, a hint of fear.

“Oh my god, those are real!” She glanced from my wings back to me. “You’re not… like… the son of the Devil, are you?”

I quickly shook my head. “No, nothing like that. My dad—Homelander—got together with a female devil named Serafall Leviathan. She’s well-known in the underworld but has no relation to Lucifer. Actually… Lucifer’s been dead a long time. The underworld’s got a new guy running things now, way more relaxed than the old one.”

Annie’s face was a mixture of disbelief and confusion. “Lucifer—the Lucifer from the Bible, the one everyone’s terrified of—is dead? And has been for years?”

“Yeah,” I replied, scratching my cheek. “It’s actually common knowledge in the supernatural world. Most people there know.”

She threw her hands up. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She took a deep breath, looking me square in the eyes again. “So you’re half-devil… What exactly does that have to do with you having multiple girlfriends?” She jabbed a finger into my chest for emphasis.

I grinned, knowing how ridiculous this was about to sound. “Male devils, specifically, have… a much higher libido than human men. You might’ve noticed how I never exactly ‘wore out’ no matter how many rounds we had together.”

Annie’s face turned red as the memory hit her. “That’s… not the point!” she stammered.

I kept going. “And devils have incredibly low fertility rates, like astronomically low. Some devil couples can, uh, try 10,000 times and still not conceive. Because of that, harems became popular in the underworld as a way of, well, ensuring bloodlines continued.”

Annie looked up at me, her expression unreadable. “So you just thought I’d want to be part of your little harem, huh? News flash, Marcus—I’m not a devil, I’m human.”

“I know,” I replied, regret threading through my voice. “I should’ve told you all this a lot sooner. I just… really liked you. And then you dragged me into your bedroom, and… well, I didn’t exactly resist.”

Her cheeks flamed even brighter, and she mumbled, “I didn’t drag you in… I invited you, politely.” 

I chuckled, which earned me another smack on the shoulder, but her eyes softened slightly. I could tell there was a lot more to talk about, but for now, she didn’t seem ready to walk out on me.

– Hughie Campbell – 

Hughie Campbell sat on a random park bench in a daze, watching as happy families and couples strolled by, blissfully unaware of his shattered world. His fiancée, the love of his life—Robin—was gone. One moment, they’d been laughing and chatting over coffee, and the next… she’d had a massive energy spear sticking right through her chest. He could barely process it. She was just gone, taken from him in the blink of an eye, and he was left alone, struggling to make sense of it.

Not long after, Vought had shown up with a pitiful attempt at “compensation,” offering him $10,000 for his loss. They told him it was an unfortunate accident—Robin had gotten caught in the crossfire of a supervillain attack on Starlight. Hughie could feel the sliminess of it, the obvious attempt to buy him off. Taking the money felt wrong, like he’d be betraying her memory. Robin was an activist; she’d have hated the idea of accepting hush money, especially if it had been him who died instead.

Lost in his thoughts, Hughie barely noticed when someone sat down beside him on the bench. 

“You look like shit, mate. Rough day, yeah?” The voice was British—or maybe Australian. Hughie had never been able to tell the difference.

Without looking up, he muttered, “What do you want?”

“The name’s Butcher,” the man replied. “And I reckon I can help you.”

Hughie finally looked up, confused and a little wary. “Help me with what?” he asked, his voice hollow. “The girl I love is dead, and my life’s gone to hell.”

“I can help you get revenge against Vought for what they did to your girl.”

Hughie blinked, caught off guard. “What? Vought didn’t kill her; it was just some random supervillain.”

Butcher scoffed, patting Hughie’s shoulder with a grim smile. “Do you really believe that, mate? The first-ever supervillain conveniently shows up, kills your girl, and Starlight just happens to save the day? I don’t buy that bollocks, and neither should you, Hughie. That whole thing was staged as hell! Robin was murdered for Vought’s publicity, plain and simple.”

Anger bubbled up in Hughie, something deep and fiery he hadn’t let himself feel yet. “That can’t be… Vought and the Seven are supposed to be the good guys.”

Butcher chuckled, a dark gleam in his eyes. “Oh, mate… they’re not the good guys. Not even close. You have no idea how deep this rabbit hole goes.” He leaned in, voice low and persuasive. “But you will—if you come with me. I’ll show you proof of all the dirty secrets Vought’s been hiding. Robin’s death? That’s just the tip of the bloody iceberg…” 

XXX

I was surprised how many of you thought Hughie wasn’t going to end up with a grudge against Vought after the last chapter… Fools! Muahaha!