"You have great power inside you, my son, power that is enough to scare a lot of people," my father said to me while I was lifting our family sedaan for him to change the tyre. "They are going to dictate how you are supposed to use it. I want you to know, nobody is ever going to be as strong as you do it is important to be assertive."
They were great advice, if only this was any other normal world and not the DC universe. I mean, I knew I was bound to be a powerhouse but there are beings out there that would sneeze me out of existence.
I am a self insert into the DC universe thanks to a being calling himself ROB who gave me three abilities in exchange I would be dumped into DC in order to simply fate a a heart attack by diverging it's course.
So, I chose to have Supremium flowing into my body, Garou's talent and lastly the ability to cultivate Haki. Now, Supremium is an element that gives its host cracked abilities like Superman. Cracked as in they make one a Kryptonian on steroids. From lifting continents at the base level to universal if well trained. Garou's talent was because I didn't know how to fight and if I was going to be in DC, knowing how to throw down was a must. The third was because I simply want to give my opponent heart attacks when blasting them with conqueror's Haki. Would I have chosen better wishes? Sure. But I am a battle maniac, sue me.
I was reborn in a country in Europe that had a totally made up name, Mokavia. It was a war torn country that was rich in minerals, especially oil and uranium, so much that other superpowers were eyeing it greedily. Here, every child that reaches the age of eighteen is conscripted in the military and is supposed to serve till they are thirty.
Due to the uranium and oil, our neighbors wanted to introduce us to freedom and with massive aid from big countries like USA and UK, we were losing the war. Mokavia was losing land at an alarming rate but no other country was willing to help.
Now, my father was the country's minister of defense but was deposed because of his over the top governing. During his tenure, the war had taken new shape with him suggesting using nukes as a deterrent for other nations and even was in the middle of the research. The In found out and they got involved, basically pressuring the country into deposing him otherwise they would get involved. And this, he was sacked, just as I turned five. Three days later, I got my powers and I swear I have never seen him so happy.
From there, it was training and training and more training. The fact I was a combat savant made him even more overjoyed. For thirteen years, he drilled into me everything he had and even more and I soaked it in like a sponge. For thirteen years, I had been turning into a machine of war just for him and ever since I started this training, I knew how the end of this training was going to end.
"Tomorrow you turn eighteen, my son, tomorrow you become this nation's weapon," he said to me once I was done with this day's training. I looked at him, noticing for the first time just how old he had become. My superior eyesight made sure I could see every single flaw on and in his body. From the numerous wrinkles on his forehead, the corner of his eyes and mouth, the sagging skin under his chin, armpits and elbows, his loosened teeth, the heightened cholesterol in his blood. He was growing old, my father.
"I understand, father," I said to him, putting down the condensed dumbbell. I had compressed a super dense metal I found in space insto dumbbell weights for my training because I couldn't just curl the continent for training, it would kill a lot of people.
"What do you plan to do?" he asked as he took a seat in front of me. I turned my eyes away, looking towards the sky, or rather towards a star far far away.
"I have heard of some super powered beings appearing in the Americas. Apparently a man strong enough to lift cars, faster than bullets and could fly has decided to be a city's protector," he continued. I turned to look at him, his words echoing in my mind. That sounded exactly like Superman, it appeared his debut has already begun.
"There's also talks of another who is said to be so fast he appears to be just a red blur appearing in another city in America too. It appears I was wrong in my assumptions, you were not the only one in the world," he said, the last words with a concerned tone.
"I can assure you I am very different from them, much stronger too," I told him with confidence. I know how overpowered the last son and the Speed Force conduit were, but this was later on in the game. This was early on. I was so far ahead it was not funny. If the Kryptonian and I were to fight now I would absolutely kill him 10/10. Flash was a coin toss, depends whether the speed force was in a good mood or not.
"What do you plan to do?" my father asked, bringing me from my thoughts.
Huh, what would I do? Joining the army was a no go, I am not going to be a weapon for some limp dick general to use. I was also not neglecting my country, I was born here, these were my people and they were suffering just because some mongols don't want to use a better alternative for fuel. This was DC, geniuses were dime in a dozen, any one of them could come up with a better fuel alternative than nuclear power and fossil fuel.
So, saving my country was a must. From there, a whole plathora of problems would arise, each one would be more headache inducing than the other. But, I would always be this country's shield, even if humans will always do what humans will do, want more power.
"Sigh," I sighed deeply, an ugly picture already forming in my mind.
"Sounds like you already know what you want," my father said.
"It's a heavy burden I am about to partake, dad," I sighed again, rubbing my temples. My father was silent for sometime before looking at the horizon.
"Remember what I always told you?" he asked.
"Yes. Having power without having a backbone make you a pussy," I answered. Well, those were the shortened, simplified version of it. He has taught me having power was doing what you have to do without fearing the consequences. Good words to a properly adjusted boy, devastating to a psychopath. He nodded before closing his eyes, a pained expression slowly forming.
"I have been a soldier then a general and finally a minister of this miserable country. My people have known suffering for a long time, a very long time, just because some people are not satisfied with their wealth. I have buried friends, family in this unending war, I can't...I have grown so weary of hearing her suffer," he said, a tear threating to slid down his cheek.
"I hear it all father and I agree," I told him, seriously. I know where this was going and it was kind of creepy were thinking of the same thing ever since I started training under him.
"Promise me you will bring peace to this blood soaked land," he basically growled, looking right into my black eyes. I did not turned my eyes away, even as they started glowing red.
"Our people will rest, father," I basically promised. My father's eyes hardened.
"No, I want you to rain hell on all of them. Every single person that has designs on our country. I want them to shiver in fright every single time they hear our name mentioned. I want the entire world to hold it's breath every time Mokavia appears. I want every single human to know Mokavia will not bleed ever again. Can you do that?" he asked. I was not surprised, the man was a true patriot.
"I will rain brimstone on anyone or anything that breaths the wrong way towards us," I promised him. He glared at me for a few more seconds before he threw his head back and laughed, a loud boisterous laughter.
"They threatened my life when I proposed building nuclear bombs during the war. They killed my two brothers when they found out I had authorised their research. They turned my comrades against me when that didn't work, declared me a traitor of my beloved Mokavia. But they didn't know I created something much worse than a nuclear bomb. I gave birth to a god!" He shouted this at the top of his voice, followed by a belly giggling laughter.
"And now, I Markus Den Vallecto leave this world knowing I did right by my beloved Mokavia. I leave my son with my worldly debt, my God have mercy on your souls," he finished then turned towards me and nodded.
I nodded back and then let my lasers out, not bothering to regulate the heat otherwise I would stop myself. Killing my father has always been in the plan and it appeared the old man knew it too.