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·The God among Monsters
The rooftop was silent except for the distant hum of the city below. I stood there, my body still thrumming with electricity, watching the spot where Black Noir had vanished. My fingers twitched, the adrenaline refusing to leave my system.
I had won.
But it didn't feel like a victory.
The bastard ran because he knew the fight would cost him. But he'd be back. They always came back.
I exhaled, rolling my shoulders. My body still ached from the fightâhe'd landed some brutal shotsâbut the pain was drowned out by the sheer exhilaration in my veins.
Power.
Real, untamed power.
This was what it felt like to go all out. To hold nothing back.
I wanted more.
But what made me uncomfortable was the fact that things were changing now. Black Noir wasn't this strong. In the series or in the erased history. He was stronger than average human, but he wasn't anywhere near this level. Now, he was somehow able to fly, and shoot laser beams from his eyes. Just like how Homelander could. This reminded me of the Boys comics. It was slightly different from the tv series.
Black Noir was an evil clone of Homelander in the comics. Most of the evil things were done by him, but Homelander was just the scapegoat for Noir's evil deeds.
So most probably it is the same now.
Hmm...
Then who raped Rebecca, Butcher's wife? And who was Ryan's biological father? Was it Homelander or was it Noir, who looked like Homelander?
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Vought Tower
Homelander's grip on the armrest cracked the leather. The screen in front of him replayed the fight. Every hit, every counter, every moment where Black Noirâhis ace in the holeâwas forced back.
He didn't speak. Didn't blink.
Ashley, standing behind him, swallowed hard. "W-We can spin this," she stammered. "We can say Black Noir was investigating a rogue Supeâ"
"Shut up."
His voice was too calm. Too measured.
Ashley bit her lip and stepped back.
Homelander rewound the footage again. The way the lightning crackled. The way the air bent around him.
"Thor."
It wasn't a name he said. It was an acknowledgment.
Whoever this new player was⊠he had power that shouldn't exist in this world.
Homelander leaned forward, his reflection staring back at him from the screen.
For the first time, he wasn't the strongest.
There were two people now. Thor. And Noir. Who somehow had the same powers as him.
This was something that Homelander's would not stand for.
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The moment I landed on the pavement outside the safe house, Butcher was already waiting for me. Arms crossed, lips curled in that usual mix of suspicion and amusement.
"Hell of a light show, mate." He gestured vaguely toward the skyline. "Didn't think you'd last that long against the mute prick."
I wiped the blood from my lip and grinned. "You wound me, Butcher. Thought we were past underestimating each other."
He scoffed. "I don't underestimate ya, sunshine. I just don't trust ya."
Fair enough.
Hughie, standing a few steps behind, still looked rattled. He had seen Translucent explode into a bloody mess hours ago. Now he had just watched a goddamn superpowered brawl from the safety of the hideout's tiny TV screen.
His hands were still shaking.
"You alright, kid?" I asked.
He looked at me like I'd grown another head. "Alright? Are you fucking serious?" He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "You just fought Noir likeâlikeâ"
"Like Homelander."
The voice came from the doorway. Frenchie.
He stepped inside, his usual smirk missing. His eyes flicked to the scorched floor where Translucent had once stood. The smell of burnt flesh still clung to the air.
"Mon dieuâŠ"
Frenchie had seen a lot of shit. But this? A dead Seven member. Noir retreating. A new Supe stronger than anything they'd ever encountered.
He exhaled sharply and grabbed a cigarette, lighting it with slightly unsteady hands. "This? This is getting out of hand, mon ami."
Butcher turned to me, his smirk sharpening into something more dangerous. "Now tell me, what's your game, eh? 'Cause right now, you're lookin' like a big ol' question mark."
I tilted my head. "Isn't it obvious?"
He narrowed his eyes.
"I want to see how far we can push this world before it breaks."
That was the wrong thing to say.
The air shifted. Hughie stepped back. Butcher's jaw clenched. Even Frenchie flicked his cigarette aside, eyes darkening.
"You talk like a bloody psychopath," Butcher muttered.
I smiled. "I prefer 'agent of chaos.'"
For a moment, no one spoke.
Thenâ
BOOM.
The entire warehouse shook. Dust and debris rained from the ceiling.
Hughie yelped. Frenchie swore. Butcher instinctively reached for a gun.
I just smiled.
Because I recognized that sound.
That was a controlled landing.
Someone had just touched down outside. Hard.
I turned to the door just as it was ripped clean off its hinges.
And Homelander stepped inside.
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To be continued...