Chapter 47: Luke’s back story

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Luke’s back story

Morgan had completely forgotten about the lizard boy who had been standing right beside them the entire time. It was only moments before the battle truly erupted that he finally turned and asked,

"Lizard boy, what’s your name?"

"I thought his name was Lizard..." Beare chimed in, still scanning the field.

"What? No. Can’t you see he’s new to this?" Morgan hissed. Beare’s eyes widened as she looked at the boy again, truly looking this time. The color drained from her face until she was suddenly pale.

"Oh no..."

"What’s wrong?" Morgan’s voice dropped into something serious.

"I thought he was an experienced calamity, good at killing. But scanning him again... he’s completely clueless."

Morgan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He slammed both hands over his face and groaned,

"Oh I hate you."

"Ah..." the lizard boy spoke up nervously. "My name is Zhou Fujin." But time was not on there side, All The Unclean launched. Not one at a time,All of them.

Claws stretched wide, bodies surging forward in a single, hungry wave. Morgan and Beare dropped into stance at the exact same instant. Morgan’s scythe hummed with power. Beare’s binding ribbons already coiled around her fingers, ready to strike.

"Zhou, unlock your powers. We’ll need every bit of help we can get."

They’ didn’t even wait for a reply, instead they moved together.

Morgan’s scythe carved the first Unclean clean in half. Beare’s Binding Robes Technique snapped outward, wrapping three more and hurling them straight into the arc of Morgan’s blade. He cut them apart without slowing. Zhou stood frozen, mouth open, watching the impossible synchrony between two people who had been arguing only minutes earlier.

But The numbers never stopped. Beare killed multiples in a single breath, flinging others toward Morgan. Morgan never once activated his Fifth Wave. He simply fought with both powers at once, using Beare’s own bindings to shield Zhou while his scythe never stopped moving and carving white fleshs.

An hour passed and The monsters kept coming.

Exhaustion dragged at Beare’s limbs. Her ribbons moved slower. One Unclean slipped behind her and raked claws down her back.

"Ahhh—shit!"

She spun with anger this time, wrapped the creature completely, and crushed it the way a person crushes an egg. Bones and blood rained down. Another Unclean took the opening and slashed her leg. Beare staggered. The circle of monsters completely enclosed her up.

"Beare!!" Morgan roared, but he was already under assault himself. Claws opened new wounds across his arms and chest. Blood began to ran freely.

Zhou shrank back in pure terror. Only that morning he had been an ordinary schoolboy walking home with the girl he had liked since childhood. She had screamed at a small green lizard. He had stamped it flat without thinking, trying to impress that girl. But That single, stupid act had dragged him into this. Now he awakened as a calamity. And a useless one to make matters worse.

What’s a lizard calamity any way?

More screams from Morgan snapped him out of the memory.

"We’re dead," Zhou whispered, crawling backward toward a tree. His back hit something solid. He turned slowly.

An Unclean stood over him, claws descending.

"Hahhhhhh!!!!"

Elsewhere, in a room so dark the curtains seemed to swallow light, the Fifth Hero sat alone.

Shield Hero Garbo rested in his favorite chair, blue hero suit immaculate, eyes completely masked. The air around him felt pressured— too heavy.

"Make yourself known, you calamity. Even at death’s door I can always scent you out." Said Garbo casually, but suddenly a familiar voice answered from the within shadows.

"Do you recognize the voice of your own son... father?"

Luke stepped into the thin strip of light that remained. His face was calm. His purple sword had not yet appeared.

Garbo turned slowly.

"You are no son of mine, you child of darkness."

Long before Angel and Liues’s era, there had been the Shield Hero. The strongest Good Deeder of his time. He and his wife Gaya had no child of their own. In desperation to give Garbo a child,Gaya sought another man. The child that resulted in that fling was Luke. At first Garbo had been happy, he thought he was finally bless, he ignored the fact that Luke had purple hair while his wife nor he had none, he still choose to love Luke, that is untill Then the system marked the infant as a calamity. Rumors of Gaya’s betrayal spread within the city. Following what happened Garbo locked her away. But he did kept the boy and began the long, careful work of breaking him.

Luke had suffered for years under that man’s hands. When he was just two years old, Garbo grapped him by the ear, then carried a kitchen knife and cut Luke’s ears off..Luke cried and cried, but what Garbo told him was.

"Fir you are evil, you will never no love and you will die a wretched death. Do you understand me you vile thing?"

Even as Luke hold his bleeding ears, he answered with a shaking voice.

"Sir yes sir!"

"I want you to repeat after me."

That twas the routine, every day was a different Torture.

Now, grown, Luke stood in the same dark room and looked at the man who had raised him in hate.

"You know what makes me saddest?" Luke’s purple sword materialised in his hand, quiet and graceful. "If I had been born a Good Deeder, you would never have treated me the way you did. You would have believed I was yours."

"You are evil," Garbo answered. "You will never have the mercy or the blessing of being a Good Deeder. How many times will you come for me, all for vengeance?"

"And I will get it."

"For yourself... or for that whore Gaya?"

The name landed like a blade on Luke.

Luke’s vision narrowed. The world went silent except for the memory that the name always dragged up.

One time, after being just two years old,

Morgan crawled out of his cell, he initially planned on running away. But the moaning sound kept getting stronger and stronger, and worse of all,Luke couldn’t identify was it of pain or of pleasure.

He slowly crawled and followed the sound, which led him to a cellar at the end of the dark tunnel, slight slowly emerging from the chamber. Luke slowly peeped to see what it was, but that single act traumatized him told date

from the broken way his mother’s body looked the last time he was allowed to see her.Gaya had already been locked in the cells for months. She was Weak. Starved. And the torture didn’t end there when the four of them decided she still owed them something, they dragged her out.

Martell the great Hero. Marvel the Marvelous Hero. Sephora. And Garbo himself.All peak of power at that era stood naked in a room, They stripped Gaya naked in the room as well, a room that has no witness , only the pure savagery of The so called "Good deeders" who everyone looked up to. Poor Gaya, She tried to fight. But She was too weak. Marvel forced her mouth open and shoved hid dick inside, gripping her hair so hard clumps tore free. Every time she gagged he pushed deeper, choking her until tears and spit ran down her chin. Garbo was already between her legs, driving his dick into her p" ssy with no Mercy and without preparation, without care. The dry friction tore her. She tried screaming but all that came out we’re muffled moans as Blood mixed with whatever thin fluids her body could still produce slowly lined out down out from between her legs, as if that’s not bad enough, while driving his dick harder into her,He held her by the throat the entire time, fingers digging into the soft tissue under her jaw, cutting off air whenever she tried to scream.

" You said your a whore right? Let me show you what an actual whore is like you bitch–ahh" moaned Garbo as he drove deeper into her.

Little Luke eyed widen withs sheeer horror.

In one fluid motion, he ran and carried a kitchen knife at the table, then ran towards Garbo who was still on top of his dying mom. His vision was blurry from tears, but that only fueld Luke’s anger even more,

Garbo saw him coming, not just Garbo, everyone single one of them who was on top of Gaya saw him, but just like Garbo none of them paid heed to Luke.

II WILL KILL YOU ALLLL!!! EVERY SING LE ONE OF YOU GUYS!!!

Thought Luke when suddenly, a ribbon if energy instantly tied his weak legs, which made him fall down face flat. He desperately thrashed and tried to break free but to no avail, when he turned and look back, it was who he never thought he would see. His most favorite good deeder, Martell, half naked with only a towel to block his big dick. Garbo intended to carry him out to savety heacue he originally thought it was unbefitting for a child to see such thing when Garbo moaned.

"Ahh yes that’s how it’s done you whore– let your son watch as we fill you up with a pure cum-ah-ah" while Garbo was hitting it the pussy, Sephora took her from behind at the same time. He forced his dick into her ass with the same brutality, stretching her open until the ring of muscle tore. She made a sound that was not quite a scream—more like something breaking. Garbo laughed and thrust harder, using the motion to drive her back onto Sephora.

Luke burst out to tears, but that only made Garbo feel more join. Sephora slammed her ass repeated as he drives his dick harder and harder, this was not the first time and by now, Her ass was red due to constant slaps.

"Since your quite free why don’t you take out turns on this child? " Asked Garbo.

"You want me to–?"

"What? Don’t tell me you pity this moster? He said he wants to be a good deeder, I’ll show him that our world and his are not the same, so please do with him as you please." Continued Garbo.

"You might be surprised at how good his mouth can work" added Marvel as he filled Gayas mouth with his cum. It was so full that the very cum was dripping from with her own mouth, but Marvel didn’t stop there, instead he continue shoving her head( he grabbed her by the hair because she was to weak to work her mouth)

Now all of them turned and stare at Martell expectantly. He smiled slowly began grabbing Luke by the hand and started walking out.

" Where are you going ? " Asked Garbo.

" What I have in mind to do to this child,I myself cannot be comfortable with you guys watching." He replied as he reached his hand for a hot loaf of bread from the table.

Sephora who was working on the ass then finally spoke. "Just imagining you doing that child makes me harder than this whore–ah am about to cuummmm"

His warm sperm loaded up in Gayas ass, he slowly removed his dick and the sperm squirted out of her like a damp that’s filled to the brim so it started leaking.

Martell smiled before leaving with Luke.

He slowly walked outside and then into another room, when they entered,Martell close the door behind them.

Lukes heart began pounding at his chest,but when Martell turned na d face him. He didn’t see the pervertion he saw in the eyes of the rest of them.

" Am not going to hurt you, here have this." Martell handed Poor Luke the hot bread.

" Garbo can be extreme sometimes, am sorry about what you saw in there."

Luke, never receiving such kindness before began sobbing. Quiet, sad sobbing an abused child would do.

"Eat up, I doubt you’ll be having this kind of food any time soon.",

Luke looked at him expectantly, Martell know what Luke was asking for, so he waved his head in disapproval.

"If I set you free, Garbo will begin to suspect me. But I will give you this-"

He hands Luke a ragged key, which he can use to climb out of the cell with.

"At midnight when he’s asleep, break out and run. Run as far as you can. Avoid the city lights, because your a calamity you’ll be killed outside once seen. Okay?"

Luke slowly noded and accepted the key.

Meanwhile, at the raping parlor, the three of the refuse to stop on Gaya.

They refused to stop when she stopped moving. They did not stop when the blood made everything slick and easier. They did not stop when her eyes went empty. Garbo came inside her with a low, satisfied groan and immediately kept thrusting through the mess. Sephora filled her ass until it overflowed again. White and red dripping down the backs of her thighs. Marvel cumming another session, he left her throat throat and held her nose shut so she had to swallow or choke. Gaya slowed obediently as any girl would do.

When they were done they left her on the floor. Garbo kicked her once, almost casually, and said the only words anyone recorded.

"She died the whore she always was."

After midnight, after Luke maneged to crawl out, ge slowly went to his mother’s dying body. Her mouth hung loosely open, sperm slowly dripping from the mouth.

She was still naked,and very much at doors death.

Luke slowly walked towards her, tears running down his cheeks without himself recognizing it.

When Gaya saw her ragged son, slow tears ran down her cheeks

"Am sorry ....my son, I shouldn’t have given birth to you." Her voice was coarse, muffled and just like a hungry dying human would sound. With her last surge of strength,the clasped her hands at his cheeks.

"Live-"

Then her hand fall down with a lifeless thud. Luke realized she was dead, but he still called out her name any way.

" Mom...mom.."

Any normal child would cry at that moment, but Luke ran away. He did so with his resolve set.

Sephora of western district. Marvelous the Marvel hero. Garbo the shield hero. I swear to God. I WILL AVENGE MY MOTHER!!

From thus onwards He had only lived with the knowledge of one thing. That is —vengeance. And the heavy the knowledge that the men who called themselves heroes had used his mother like a broken toy and then discarded her. That knowledge sat in him now like acid.

Every day his hatred towards them build.

He met Morgan Liues and wanted to none other than use him as a pedestal to kill them all. But before that, out of all the four, he would like to kill Garbo with his own hands.

"Don’t you dare say her name again." Luke’s voice was quiet. The purple sword pointed straight at Garbo’s heart. Poisonous energy already crawled along the blade. "You defiled her while she was alive. I will not let you defile her name while she is dead."

Garbo smiled, but it was that of pure contempt.

"She died as the whore she was. My only sin was not ripping your throat out when I had the chance."

"Yes," Luke answered. "That was your only fault. And it will be your demise."

With that He moved.

The sword came forward in a single, clean arc of toxic light, aimed to end the man who had destroyed everything that ever mattered.