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Devoran

The power to devour death and enhance yourself. That is the power that Alex Rune received. An apocalyptic event occurred several generations ago that forced humanity to retreat underground in order to avoid extinction. Now all that remains of the human race lives within a series of five cities, with each city being built deeper than the last. In these cities everyone was equal and your only value to society was dependant on what you provided towards the survival of humanity. Of course, as anyone could have guessed, equality didn't last long. people started to create a social hierarchy based on what they could provide and soon enough capitalism had been reinstated. A few generations went by and the surface had all but been forgotten. Nobody cared for it, nobody longed for it. The surface might as well have been a fairy tale. It was around this time that another shift occurred within society, something that tossed the hierarchy onto it's head. Abilities. People started to develop supernatural abilities that allowed them to defy the laws of nature. Flight, teleportation, super strength and many more. It didn't take long for a new hierarchy to be formed, one that put these ability 'Users' at the top of the food chain. This brings us to the present day, where a young man nearing adulthood discovers that he possesses one of these abilities during a rather stressful moment. The ability he received? The ability grow stronger with each life he takes. This alone was a surprise, as he should have been too old to receive an ability, but the surprise didn't end there. It turns out than when Alex kills someone who possesses an ability, he can take it for himself. Now that he has the means to achieve greatness, he throws away his old self and embraces his need to kill, to grow stronger by any means necessary. Money hungry corporations, power drunk ability Users, this story has it all. Now get reading ;)

MagusRex · Fantasía
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Rippers

"It seems Bronson wasn't able to let it go after all." The perpetually smoking woman said.

The woman, along with the other leaders of the Rippers gang, were in the same meeting room they always used and were currently sat around the large table as they spoke.

"There used to five of us but now there are only three, I would simply say that's the price we pay for being in this line of work but when it's the same person causing all our losses I tend to feel like I'm being targeted." The woman continued.

"I think you mean 'we' are being targeted." The teenager said, his glowing blue eyes shining brightly with enthusiasm.

"Of course, of course, don't read too deeply into my words kid." The woman replied while rolling her eyes and blowing a puff of smoke into the air above her while leaning back.

"Maybe if you didn't act like you're the one who runs this place I could find it in me to do that." The teenager replied with a snarky tone.