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>March 21st, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City - Downtown Sector
>Time: 12:00 PM

>Large bright flames jet out from the exhaust of a black muscle car - careening across the streets of the mega city. Trails of black tar and mud appear in the wake of the flames - rapidly bubbling into the air as the temperature rises in tandem with the flames.

"Where's he going? We're gonna run outta road at this point!"

"I don't fucking know! Where's the blockade? I ordered a passage block on Graham Street minutes ago!"

>MRD officials continue to bicker in their hovercraft, doing their best to keep pace with the mysterious black car. Seemingly incapable of matching its supernatural speed, the attack vector for the MRD is instead a blockade run at an upcoming street intersection.

"Radio them again, make sure we've got half a dozen APC units blocking the path! Reinforced like I said, given how fast the damn car is going!"

>The MRD official in the passenger seat nods and begins patching in - communicating over the official MRD frequency.

"All units, converge on Graham and Johnson Street. Target's approaching, ETA five minutes given its velocity."


>A few blocks ahead and a few minutes later, a large MRD blockade has been created - full of armored MRD vehicles, tanks and seemingly reinforced battle carriers. Various regiments of MRD agents stand ready to catch the muscle car - with the agents themselves readying their weapons.

"Shoot the tires and the suspension mechanism. Goal's to subdue, not destroy the target. HQ will probably want to interrogate the Meta-Human, so give 'em up in a wrapped blanket - instead of a coffin."

>The MRD platoon leader says - with an exasperated and annoyed tone in her voice.

"Unless you need a reminder of what happened the last time?"

>Silence emanates from the entire platoon as the platoon leader speaks:

"Good. Now maintain your positions. Target's inbound right about….now!"


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>As the vehicle approaches, the MRD agents prepare themselves.

"Ready! Aim at the wheels! Now!"

>The MRD agents then start firing bullets and plasma rounds - attempting to destroy the wheels of the car.

"What the-"

"Holy shiiiiiiiiit-"

"How in the-"

>The MRD agents look astonished as the black muscle car suddenly immolates itself - generating a massive dome of radiant orange fire. Acting as a sort of barrier, the car easily melts the bullets and disperses the plasma approaching it. Without much effort, it rams into the MRD blockade - causing a massive explosion, sending the MRD agents flying.


>The MRD platoon leader looks on in astonishment and terror, as the supernatural black car continues speeding off into the distance. Quickly radioing back, she says:

"All units, fall back! Wait for the spec ops unit! We're gonna need backup for this one!"

>Looking on at the distant black car quickly fading from view, the MRD platoon leader sighs.

"….Fucking hell. Where do these guys keep coming from?"


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>Location: Sanctuary City - Industrial District
>Time: 12:10 PM

>A lone garage structure stands in the rural outskirts of the Industrial District - dozens of miles removed from the main city structures. As one of the older industrial buildings made during the city's construction - it appears somewhat dilapidated, without a more recent coat of paint to stand out.

>A set of cars have their hoods open, with some oil slowly leaking from the sides of the open radiators. A figure in a hat, jacket and jeans is seen carefully inspecting both vehicles - carefully taking a sample of the oil with a metallic rod.

{"Too thick. Probably used the wrong kind of octane again. I'll have to remind them of that."}

>The figure is a young man, presumably in his mid 20s, with long dark hair. As he looks through the mechanical engine, his gloves carefully press against a pipe, easing it up to a higher elevation with a light touch.

{"Loose. I'll have to replace it before I get to the oil."}

>The young man then lowers the pipe, taking one more look at both cars.

{"Should request an engine change, if they're willing to cough up the extra money……No that'll be too much. It's not necessary - I should be able to clean out the gasoline."}

>The figure then turns around and begins walking out of the open garage - towards a nearby structure. Once he arrives, he then picks up a dusty book from the side and begins flicking it open with his gloved finger.

{"…..Right….Well I'll have the Jacksons booked for the next weekend then.'"}

>Continuing to look through the book, he pretends not to notice a flaming black muscle car arriving at the scene.


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>The black muscle car is silent for a moment, continuing to spurt out chunks of molten hot fire - which sear into the ground, rapidly melting chunks of it.

>Still not paying attention, the young man with the hat continues reading the ledger for what is presumably his auto repair business - flipping through the pages.

>Then, after a few moments, a black clad figure slowly walks out from inside of the car - phasing through it. The figure is wearing a black jacket and suit, a white helmet and a flaming projection around said helmet.


>The black-clad figure then slowly walks towards the man with the hat - still radiating fire similarly to his car. As chunks of fire begin spewing from the projection of his mask - the intensity of his flames grows with each passing step. He then begins to vocalize an eerily off-kilter sound; a sound similar to a distorted groan of annoyance.

>As he finally reaches the exterior of the structure, he fixates on the man with the hat - staring at him, chunks of molten magma falling down his open mouth.

"….Can I help you?"

>The man with the hat says, still looking down at his ledger - seemingly still unphased by the man with the hellish appearance.


>The man with the hat then narrows his eyes, as he anticipates the final syllable from the hell figure.


>Silent for a moment, the man in the hat then says:

"….I was doing so well too, about 4 years' worth."

>Suddenly, the man in the hat then kicks the front of the desk before him outward - knocking into the hellish figure with surprising speed and strength - sending him barreling backwards into the sand and dirt of the land before him.


>The hell figure is then knocked straight into his car - sending him phasing through it, as it autonomously begins driving around in circles.


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>The figure in black then quickly springs to his feet, shouting in anger as he spews forth a massive surge of flames and fire from his mouth. The stream of molten magma rapidly expands in size - enveloping the entirety of the shack before them.

>The figure in the hat moves rapidly, disappearing in a blink, and reappearing directly in front of the hellfire man.

"Five years of relative peace in this place."

>The hell figure then lunges forward - attempting to punch the man - as he quickly evades and delivers a gut punch of his own. The force of the punch cripples the hellish figure - causing him to fall to the ground.

"But now another one of you shows up. Wukong this, Wukong that."

>Grabbing the hellfire figure by the jacket collar, he then asks:

"So who are you supposed to be? I don't recognize the design. If you're a demon then-"


>The figure then breaks free and punches the man in the hat - narrowly being deflected by his hands in a blocking position. As the man in the hat is knocked back a few feet - he skids on his boots, maintaining his stance until he comes to a stand still.

"Not Wukong. Just Sun. I'm not him, if that's what you're hoping for."

>Launching forward, Ifrit then launches more bursts of fire - this time from his hands, as he rapidly closes the distance on Sun. Anticipating this, Sun carefully kicks up a gust of wind and sand from beneath his feet - he does so with enough force to immobilize Ifrit for a moment, before grabbing him by the arm and chest and flipping him onto the ground.


>As Ifrit is flipped onto the ground, Sun twists his arm - causing the demonic being to scream in pain. Once more, he says:

"Definitely demonic this time. I appreciate the variety. But you still haven't answered my question."

>Twisting Ifrit's arm even harder, he then says:

"Who. Are. You? Did my father screw you over in a bet? A wager? Or did he steal something from you instead? I've heard that one before."

>Ifrit then disappears in a burst of fire - reappearing a few meters away, shouting in anger and distorted demonic rage.


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>Suddenly, Ifrit begins generating a surge of flaming chains - spontaneously creating them out of nothingness as they eject from his hands, chest and flaming mouth.

"What the-"

>Ensnared by the surprising speed of the chains, Sun then looks on as Ifrit begins running towards him. Sighing, he then says:

"Probably both, knowing him…."

>Sun then begins spinning at rapid speeds - faster than the human eye can process, as he quickly undoes the directional binding of the chains; spinning in the counter direction. The removal of the chains sends them spiraling outwards - just in time for Sun to vault to the left, avoiding Ifrit's first strike.

"Definitely higher level. But the chains? Have to be magic to do that. I would know."

>Ifrit then conjures another long chain in his right hand - spontaneously setting it on fire. As Sun senses the fire, he recognizes its supernatural properties. Narrowing his eyes, he then mutters:

"…..Hellfire. Of course. You have to be from the lower stratums of Hell then."

>Pivoting, Sun then backflips gracefully - avoiding the first strike of the chain - but not the second strike. Barely able to hold out his gloved hands like before - he gets knocked backwards by the strike, wincing slightly as the burning fire begins to spread across his hands.

"Ngh. Damn. I knew it was hellfire….but it still burns…."

>Closing his eyes, Sun utters what seems to be an invocation - as a faint blue light appears around his gloved hands - dousing the fire. As the blue light subsides, he then looks up at Ifrit and says:

"You really need to stop this. I can tell that you're not in control - whoever you are. Not entirely."

>Ifrit then launches another strike of the chains at Sun - who's prepared this time. With his sheer strength alone, he performs an open air strike with his fists - generating a counter shockwave powerful enough to spiral the chain out of Ifrit's hand.

"Disorientation and lack of cognizant speech tells me you're not fully manifested either. Meaning you're likely using a human vessel - and unintentionally chosen at that."

>Looking at Ifrit, Sun then says:

"Whoever's inside there, listen up! I know you're aware of what's happening. That demon inside you isn't all-powerful! Fight it! Regain control of your body!"


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>Suddenly, Ifrit's body stops moving for a moment. As he goes still and becomes immobile, Sun then continues speaking.

"That's it! Fight the demon! It's their power, but it's your body too! Fight it!"

>Ifrit then begins pulling at his own body, as sparks of fire begin to fly from their body. Now screaming in pain as Ifrit begins to pull apart at his very being, Sun sees his opportunity.

{"I'll have to try a diffusion wave. Should be strong enough to excise the demon, now that the body's destabilizing."}

>Sun then puts his hands together and begins generating a blindingly bright blue sphere between his hands. Focusing on the figure before him, he continues speaking:

"Fight it! Regain control of your form and excise it from your body! You can do it!"

>As the flaming body of Ifrit continues to grow brighter and brighter - Sun's equally bright energy sphere finishes coalescing.

{"That should be enough. This should work."}

>Sun then moves his hands forward, keeping focus as a massive wave of blue energy bursts from his palms - generating a substantial amount of force and power. As the blue light wave overtakes Ifrit, he begins shouting even more loudly.


>The form of Ifrit then rapidly separates into two figures, as a man with dark hair falls to the floor, unconscious. Left with only the larger demonic form before him - Sun then stares at the figure, eyes narrowing.

"….Asmodeus. I really struck gold this time, didn't I?"


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>The figure of the demonic prince remains standing - brandishing a large metallic sword. In sharp contrast to Ifrit, Asmodeus immediately responds in coherent sentences:

"Though I am in fact loathe to admit this, I thank you, son of the Monkey King."

>Slowly nodding his head towards the unconscious figure of the young man beside him, Asmodeus continues speaking:

"This lowly runt was forcibly made my vessel, the result of an improperly fashioned ritual. The troglodytes."

>Irritated by the thanks and the mention of his father's title, Sun then states:

"I don't consider him my father, and you're not welcome, Asmodeus. As far as I'm concerned, you're no better than the ghouls that keep chasing me. No matter where I go, I'm stuck with you because of his mistakes!"

>Sun recognizes his increasing temper, and the increasing volume of his angry statements - before calming himself down. Closing his eyes for a moment, he then says:

"Leave this entire plane, before I make you. There's been enough damage done by you already."

>Asmodeus gives Sun an amused look, before gesturing to the unconscious form of the man beside him.

"The man is your responsibility indeed - ever so noble. Considerate. Kind. Entirely unlike your father."

>Irritated, Sun gives Asmodeus a glare, as the demon then states:

"Of course, of course. Though the man is permanently imprinted with my power. Although you have physically separated him from me, our spiritual connection remains. Meaning as long as my connection to him remains - he will serve as my avatar in this world, and he will embody my essence regardless of his choice in the matter."

>Rolling his eyes, Sun then holds out his hand - only for Asmodeus to raise his own.

"No, no. I very much do not want to interfere in your babysitting duties now, Son of the Monkey King. Do take care of him, lest you want even more death on your conscience."

>Asmodeus then disappears into supernatural flames, an amused laugh being the last to fade out of existence.


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>Sun then looks down at the young man, seeing as he slowly wakes up.

"Ugh. My head….What…."

>Looking around, he then notices the flames slowly dying down - and sees the burning wreckage of the shack before him.

"What the fuck?!"

>Quickly rising to his feet, he turns around and sees Sun standing there, looking annoyed.

"H-Hey man! I didn't do that! Whatever that is! I don't remember what I was doing actually! I was just…."

>Blinking, he then says:

"….What was I doing?"

>Sun then takes a moment to examine the man carefully, before saying:

"What's the last thing you remember?"

>The man squints for a moment, before saying:

"Well I uh…..I don't really know. First I was about to have a street race, then some assholes knocked me out - dragged me to some ritual site in the woods…"

>Shaking his head, he then groans again.

"Yeah it sounds crazy I know. But I'm guessing I almost burned your place down - so I'll explain. I got in too close to some gangs here in the city - trying to make money to get out of the shitty East side of Sanctuary City."

>Sun raises an eyebrow:

"The Central East Sector? Why? Housing is subsidized by the city government there. What's bad about that?"

>The man's face darkens in expression as he states:

"It's just housing and a stipend for some food every month. Not much outside of that. Utilities come and go, since it's underfunded - so I needed a way out."


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>Sun then exclaims:

"That way was through street racing I'm guessing?"

>Nodding, the man then says:

"I'm Hayden by the way. Sorry, I felt I should've said that earlier."

>Sun blinks before thinking for a moment. He then says:

"I'm Sun. With a U. Weird name, I know."

"No it's fine. I've heard weirder. Either way, yeah. Street racing is bet oriented, and makes a shit ton of money if you win. Tried to get an old model muscle car with my last paycheck from an old job."

>Hayden nods at the car, stating:

"Figured I could fix it up a bit. Start winning some underground races, and make enough dough to move to the Residential Sector of the city."

"The area with all the affluent wealthy people? Those are houses owned by people who make seven figures. Archeon staff, U.P. employees. All of that."

>Nodding, Hayden then states:

"Yeah but, I needed a way out. Plus, after winning enough races, I got some really rough people on my back. The tough as rocks kind, if you get my drift."

>Sun narrows his eyes, saying:


>Hayden then walks to his muscle car, putting a hand on it as he says:

"Got too good at winning races against them, and they took it personally. Some of them knocked me out before my latest race - then dragged me out to the woods like I said. Could've sworn they were insane or some shit. Probably figured they'd do something they found in an occult book they read, I dunno. Either way, they put me on some makeshift altar and tried to burn me alive. The rest is hazy after that and….."

>Realizing the timeline, he then says:

"….Holy shit! That was all me! The stuff with Ifrit!"

>Putting his hands to his face, Hayden then goes:

"Shit! I can still feel the fires inside me too! I did all of that didn't I?!?!"

>Sun, looking somewhat awkward, raises his gloved hands up as he says:

"Hey. You can turn yourself in to the MRD. If you tell the truth, they'll at least consider going easy on you. I doubt they'd want the handle of having to fight someone like you anyways."


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>Hayden thinks it over for a minute, before sighing.

"Yeah well….I don't have much going on anyways. Dropped out of Sanctuary City Uni, and didn't do much else after that. I dunno, maybe I can do more as a fire trooper then?"

>Thinking it over a bit more, he then says:

"Yeah…..Actually why not? Maybe I can get back at the bastards who did this to me! Thanks!"

>Turning back towards Sun, he then states:

"Oh and uh….Sorry about wrecking your shop. I didn't mean to. It was that demon guy in my head."

>Sun shakes his head and waves his hand in response.

"Just turn yourself in to the MRD, and they'll sort it out. Probably better if you go peacefully too."

>Feeling somewhat mortified by the weight of his past actions, Hayden sighs again before he takes a deep breath. Focusing inward, he images himself as the flaming being from before.

"Just gotta feel like how I did back there….."

>Suddenly, large flames manifest around Hayden, transforming him into Ifrit once more - but now with greater control and focus. Looking at his gloved hands, he more calmly examines himself - as his black muscle car automatically turns - opening the passenger's seat beside him.

"Uh….thanks. I guess I'll be going now."

>Sun gives Hayden another casual wave of his hand, saying:

"Go set the record straight. They've seen weirder, and they'll help you out like I said."

>Nodding, Ifrit then jumps into the passenger seat of the car, automatically shifting towards the driver's seat as he floors the pedal. He then begins driving his supernatural car off the dusty roads - in the direction of the MRD hovercraft in the far distance from him.

>Now left with his half burned shack and his auto shop - Sun sighs and walks back inside of the garage.


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>Once inside of the garage, Sun then lowers the mechanical doors - and primes the safety gauges. Looking around to make sure the shop is secure, he then thinks to himself:

''{"Ifrit could sense my aura that far away? The inner urban areas are dozens of miles away at the very least."

>Silent for another moment, Sun then places a gloved finger to his forehead. Both his index and his middle right fingers are pressed against the temple of his forehead. As he focuses on a specific area in his mind, he clearly visualizes it - as space and time begin to distort around him ever so briefly.

>Sun then disappears in a blink of an eye - leaving the garage as it is.


>Location: Atmosphere - ?????

>Time: 12:30 PM

>A large semi-spherical dome structure hovers above the skies of the Earth. Seemingly immaterial from the outside, and invisible to the naked eye - the large miles long structure appears situated in-between normal space and a separate dimension; simultaneously existing in both planes of reality, the hovering structure sports both concrete structures and natural flora and fauna.

>Large orchards of plants and trees are situated in the northeastern part of the structure. Various mystical plants of various shapes and sizes are lined up, each with unique, multi-colored beans and seedlings to be plucked carefully. A set of fingers continue removing seedlings and beans from the plants - placing them in a small pouch.

"….The Sinou Seedlings have given a good harvest this month."

>Sun, dressed in a different garb, appears picking the seedlings and beans carefully. Placing them in his miniature pouch, he notes the texture and luminosity of each seedling and bean - with them all glowing with an ever faint hue of light, radiance and ethereal power.


>Now wearing a modified gi with a waist oriented cloth, Sun continues picking more of the mystical buds. After collecting enough of them, he diverts his attention towards the waters at the edge of the orchard - kneeling down to cup some of the water into his right hand. After drinking the unnaturally bright blue water - he then says:

"The Sapphire Streams appear properly maintained as well."


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>Immediately alerted to a phenomenon that has not even occurred yet, Sun mentally prepares himself for a fraction of a second - anticipating the spatial-temporal anomaly.


>His body then relaxes once he recognizes the being manifesting at the foot of the central area.

"Wow. You've really kept this place well, haven't you?"

>The prime Sorcerer Supreme of the world then takes another step forward - soaking in the view of the large mega structure for a moment, before Sun replies:


>Recognizing the figure by his name, Sun then stands up and taps his forehead with his two fingers again - instantly teleporting the dozens of meters away towards the Sorcerer.

>Reappearing directly in front of Doctor, only a few feet away, he then says:

"I assume this is about Asmodeus?"

>Nodding, Doctor then makes a series of gestures with his gloved hands, tracing a path of golden mana with his fingertips - as the mana recreates the events of the prior 30 minutes.

"I saw how you handled the situation. Crepido and I just came back from a dimensional expedition. I almost didn't catch the breach - so thank you for handling that."

>Sun crosses his arms, now adorned with fabric wraps around his hands and fingers, along with slightly glowing bead bracelets around his wrists.

"I didn't have much of choice."

>Doctor ponders Sun's statement for a moment.

"….You mean Ifrit was there for you? Then that means he detected your energy signature."

>Sun nods slowly, still annoyed by the prior encounter.

"Asmodeus was removed, but I wasn't able to sever his spiritual connection to the human vessel - so he still harbors Asmodeus's powers."

>Doctor sighs then places his fingers to his mask for a moment - thinking. After a few moments, he then responds:

"I'll monitor him remotely for a few days. See if he's a problem. If not? Then I'll leave it be. Ifrit isn't my concern either way."

>Sun's eyebrow perks up at the mention, stating:

"….Then is this about me?"

>Doctor nods.

"Yes. I believe I may have a lead on the whereabouts of your father - Sun Wukong himself."

>The Sorcerer Supreme then makes a finger snap gesture with his right hand - creating a perfect illusory recreation of the infamous literary figure. The humanoid form of the heavenly trickster appears before them both - a different appearance, but with a similar facial structure to Sun himself.

>The reminder of his father's appearance causes Sun to involuntarily strike at the illusion - with such speed as to generate a hurricane force wind burst - parting a series of clouds in the distance for miles.

>As Doctor stands to the side - witnessing the unfathomable display of strength, he then sighs.

"I know you're not on….good terms with your father after everything he's done-"

"Good terms would be an overstatement , Doctor."

"But he is still your father and your creator, it's good to acknowledge that, and accept the idiosyncrasies that come with families."


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>Sun glares at Doctor, a piercing stare causing even the Sorcerer Supreme to avert his eyes behind the mask.

"I know you want nothing more than retribution - but he couldn't have done everything he did out of malice, or apathy, Sun."

>Doctor gestures with his hand, across the entirety of the mega structure hovering in the sky.

"He wouldn't have left you all of this if he did."

"Or maybe he did it, just to give himself plausible deniability for his absence - to give me a chance to clean up his mess."

"Maybe. It's also possible that he loved you so much, that he figured this would be the best way to prepare you for the life that comes with being a supernatural entity like himself. We can't always understand the actions taken by those who care about us."

>Watching as Sun crosses his arms again, Doctor then finally reveals the information he currently has.

"….The Thaumians are still alive, Sun."

>Sun shoots Doctor a look, eyes widening.


>Nodding, Doctor then elaborates:

"They've been hiding in a pocket dimension all this time. Likely explains their ability to escape divine retribution from the Gods. There was a Djinn, Iblis. We caught him attempting to siphon energy from the Earth's natural mana lines to unearth certain artifacts. There are likely five of them in total, and we've acquired one so far."

>Sun then looks at Doctor, asking:

"….So why are you telling me all of this? I have nothing to do with Iblis, nor the machinations of an esoteric magician society."

>Doctor nods in agreement.

"No, you don't…..However you do likely have a connection with the being who manipulated Iblis into procuring those artifacts."

>The Sorcerer Supreme then hands Sun a note - watching as Sun reads the letter. After a moment, Sun then crushes the letter in his hand, angry once more.

"I know that handwriting. He just can't help himself!"

"Sun, calm down-"

"..No. This has gone on far enough. I'm through explaining away his actions! He can't keep continue manipulating people to his own ends! Where is he?!"

>Now irate, as his voice begins to carry a slight distortion effect, Sun glares at Doctor - who places one hand on his waist.

"Stay your hand, Sun. You know I'm not the weaker of anyone on this planet - even you."

>Closing his eyes, for a moment, Sun then calms down. He then speaks in a more reasonable and measured tone of voice once more.

"He's infiltrated the Thaumian society as one of their own, hasn't he?"

>Nodding, Doctor exclaims:

"Likely during the rupture that Iblis mentioned to me and Crepido. It would explain why you haven't heard from him in a few years. He's been spending all of this time planning to acquire their most treasured artifacts."

>Sun begins walking towards the entrance of the structure's interior.

"What exactly would those be?"

>Doctor then reveals their name.

"The Thaumaturgy Rings. Possibly the most powerful set of magical equipment ever created by human hands - using powers and forces that should never have been in their control, for any period of time."


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>Sun then points a finger at Doctor, asking:

"Why haven't you gone in and dealt with this already? The Thaumians have an artifact that can potentially destroy entire universes if left unchecked. How is this not under your purview as Sorcerer Supreme?"

>Doctor taps the side of his mask, his face still hidden from view by its enchanted nature.

"Well, for starters - what I'm tasked with safeguarding isn't dependent on the universe's survival. Besides, neutralizing beings that can destroy whole universes is a normal responsibility of mine as well."

>Sighing, Sun then asks:

"So why haven't you actually done anything yet?"

>Doctor stops tapping his mask, and then says to Sun in a somewhat annoyed tone of voice:

"Because they're frankly beneath my concerns. They aren't beneath yours, however. Since besides a few other beings on this planet, there aren't many people who can defend the planet from supernatural threats like the Thaumians. It's part of why the Gods agreed to train you, isn't it? To keep their best interests in mind - the people who worship them."

>Crossing his arms, Sun then asks one final question:

"….So what am I supposed to do about it? I don't know where the Thaumians' pocket dimension is, and I'm not currently equipped to fight an entire army of high level magicians and sorcerers."

>Doctor snaps his right finger, conjuring a large tome from thin air that automatically opens itself up. As the tome flips through its own pages at blinding speed, hovering above Doctor's hand - the Sorcerer Supreme then speaks:

"Simple. Find the remaining four artifacts, and assemble a team of fighters who can help you defeat the Thaumians - before they plan an invasion of the Earth to reclaim it once more. The five artifacts Iblis was uncovering were focus artifacts, designed to connect themselves to the Thaumaturgic generator powering their pocket dimension."

>As the tome stops flipping pages and settles on a page, Doctor then recites an incantation - which immediately begins infusing bright magical energy into Sun.

"What is…..this?!"

>Sun then levitates up into the air, feeling a surge of power coursing through him, as he then slowly levitates down to the ground - energized both mentally and physically.

"A customized attunement spell. I've strengthened your connection to magical energies that surround you - meaning you should be able to more effectively utilize them for your abilities. Think of it as an upgrade of sorts - to your own powers."

>Slowly rising to his feet, Sun feels his senses heightened further than before. Shaking his head in a slight daze, he then says:

"….Thanks. I suppose that I'll meet resistance at each of the estimated artifact points?"

>Nodding, Doctor states:

"Yes. I would recommend a few individuals to help you - however you might have to help them with their current endeavors before you can ask of their aid. They will be more than instrumental in your goal however."

>Raising an eyebrow, Sun then says:

"….Who exactly are these individuals again?"

>Doctor closes the tome remotely and holds the magical artifact in his open hand, stating:

"That's for inside, after a cup of tea, I would imagine…."


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>Later inside of the hovering complex, Sun finishes cleaning up the table, as Doctor places down his tea cup.

"….As I was saying, Sun. You'll have to seek out specialized individuals like yourself - if you want to stop the Thaumians. They'll have to be supernaturally oriented. Magic-based, such as you are."

>Thinking for a moment, Sun then groans and sighs as he says:

"….Sua? I need to go find her?"

>Nodding, Doctor stands up, making a gesture with his hand as a portal appears before him. Looking at Sun, he then states:

"Yes. Your sister is just as capable as you are, and you'll both need to work together at this point. Besides, neither of you can ignore stray demons or monsters forever. Sooner or later…."

>Sun recognizes what's coming next:

"That's between us and him, provided he ever shows up, ever again."

>Sun then says, with a hint of finality in his voice.

>Sighing once more, Doctor then states:

"If you insist. Either way, you should hurry. Just between the time having some tea and now, I've detected some unique energy readings around her. Familiar….Oh no."

>Narrowing his eyes quickly, Sun immediately meets Doctor's mask, burrowing behind his mask with a powerful stare as he states:

"What is it? Where's my sister?"

>Doctor then beckons to the portal:

"In the middle of an ambush with remnants of Iblis's cohorts. The magician cultists he amassed to help him on his journey. For whatever reason they're attacking Sua."

>Sun then rushes towards the portal, catching Doctor as he exclaims:

"You'll have to excuse me. A memetic being just appeared. One that appears to very much want to convert our universe into spare parts."

>Doctor then disappears in a blinding flash of light - as Sun moves through the portal, it closing behind him.


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>Location: Paradise City - West Coast, USA
>Time: 12:35 PM [Relative]

>The 3rd largest fortress city for Meta-Humans in the country; Paradise City is a unique structure compared to its older brethren. Unlike Sanctuary City and Haven City, Paradise City has no conventional defenses. There are no high powered energy domes covering the city to prevent basic entry or exit. There are no large dam structures separating the city's waters from those of the ocean beyond - like in Haven City either.

>Instead, Paradise City is a massive city, situated on the border between two massive rock foundations, and the ocean waters of the West Coast. A unique formation, created entirely by the city's founding Meta-Humans; Paradise City's large mountainous structure effectively serves as a natural barrier of sorts - preventing various means of entry without specialized vehicles.

>High above the city skylines of Paradise City, are the open air paths - narrow and funneled portions of aerodynamically designed skyscrapers, each oriented in a different way to ensure maximum air draft. A lone figure can be seen, quickly moving around on the top of one of the skyscrapers.


>A single wince of pain emanates from the figure, quickly moving around the rooftop. Dressed in a form fitting outfit comprised of a compression shirt, shorts, and linen wrapped gloves; the female combatant continues weaving in and out of magical energy blasts. Her attackers, the remnants of Iblis's Infiltrators, continue their magical assault on the woman.

"You guys really don't know when to stop…."

>The woman continues moving at rapid speeds, now backflipping with surprising speed, precision and momentum - as she examines the slight burn on her shoulder.

{"Hmph. Amateurish of me."}

>Landing on her feet, the woman with long brunette hair, neatly tied up in a ponytail - slowly rises to her feet. Dusting herself off, her eyes dart back and forward between her attackers - around half a dozen figures in dark robes, clothing and hoods with masks. Glowing energy lines adorn their outfits as they prepare more magical runes.

"Surrender the artifact, and you will be spared."

>Narrowing her eyes, the woman says, incredulously:

"What artifact? The hell are you talking about?"


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>The hooded magicians appear frozen and entirely still - not making a move. After a few moments, one of them then says:

"The Thaumian artifact! The mana conversion device! Where have you stored it?!"

>Recognizing the frustrated tone in their voice, the woman then says:

"Still don't know what you're on about, but I don't care. You've ruined my schedule for today with this ambush nonsense - so now I'll just take my anger out on you. How's that sound?"

>Before the Infiltrators can react, the woman presses her foot down and moves forward with surprising speed. Astonishing the Infiltrators, one of them immediately moves backwards and to the side - preparing a rune to cast….


>Moving faster than the Infiltrator can react, the woman delivers a swift reverse roundhouse kick to their mask - shattering it instantly and knocking them into the ground with her carried motion. The force of the strike partially shatters the ground of the rooftop - causing it to fall inwards and collapse partially.


>Now falling into an office building hallway - people in the building quickly get up and run away, screaming in terror at the situation. The remaining 5 Infiltrators then begin quickly casting more runes to activate magical attacks.

"Now! While she's disoriented!"

>Responding to their leader's query, 2 of the Infiltrators then generate bright red circular runes - blasting large plumes of fire out of them and scorching parts of the room as a byproduct.

"Ugh. Really? Can't you see these people are working?!"

>Cracking her knuckles after interlocking her fingers, the woman then quickly punches the air in front of her with a staggering around of force - powerful enough to generate a counter gust of air, which redirects the fire at the 2 Infiltrators - burning them alive.


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>With only 3 Infiltrators remaining, the woman then makes her move to stop them.

>Using the confusion of the air gust, and the subsequent knockback, she then quickly picks up a pair of office chairs with one hand each. Spinning them across their relative sides with her bare palms and at surprising speeds. She then lobs a chair each - at 2 of the remaining Infiltrators, knocking them into nearby desks and knocking them out cold.

>The final Infiltrator, their leader, looks on in nervousness. Brandishing his sword, which seemingly glows with magical energy, he then says:

"Stay back! This is a sword of magical fire! It can render your flesh burned beyond repair-"

"I don't care."

>Walking forward, seemingly without any care in the world, the woman narrows her eyes at the hooded magician - daring him to make a move.

"S-Stay back! I mean it! I will destroy you if you do not give me the artifact I have come here to obtain-"

>Now moving forward with blinding speed, the woman facepalms the magician in the mask, faster than he can make a move. Using her momentum, she then slams him into the ground of the office floor - knocking him unconscious as well.

>Rising to her feet, she looks around and notices the damaged equipment behind her. The burning fires, the malfunctioning computers, destroyed desks and broken chairs. Sighing, she then facepalms a glove to her face, muttering:

"…..Dumbass. You did it again."

>Now wondering how she's going to pay the damage, her ears perk up as she suddenly feels a presence eerily similar to her now. Narrowing her eyes, she then says out loud:

"….Well look who decided to show up after 5 years, huh?"

>Slowly turning around, the woman comes face to face with Sun, who is leaning against a wall and crossing his arms. Staring at her for a moment, he then looks around the office building and says:

"You sure know how to take 'no' for an answer, Sua. I bet they just needed to offer you a snack as well."

>Scowling, Sua marches toward Sun, pointing an accusatory finger at him the entire time.

"Maybe if you weren't such an absent big brother, I wouldn't need to be a hardass around everyone! Especially since everyone with so much as an inkling of magical essence - is trying to kill me!"

>Sun flicks a finger away from Sua's own, surprising her for a moment. Brushing it aside, she then says:

"But you always do this shit. Every time I ask if we can just go find him, get him to fix this - you just tell me that he deserves to fix his own shit!"

"….Because he does. That's the only way he'll understand what he's done to us - by creating us, and abandoning us."

>Sun then puts a hand on Sua's shoulder as she turns away, angry. Transparent tears build up in her eye ducts as she processes her emotions, struggling to determine where to direct her anger. After a moment, she then dries her eye ducts with her fingers - before regaining her composure slowly.

"…..Then we need to find him, and get him to finally come clean about why he abandoned us."

>Sun nods slowly as he removes his hand, stating:

"Fortunately for us both, a friend of mine seems to know where he is."

>Eyes darting up from the ground to Sun's face, Sua then says:

"….What? Is it that Sorcerer again? Did he find our father?!"


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>Nodding, Sun then offers his hand out to Sua, while placing two fingers on his forehead.

"We'll talk more back at the hideout. You haven't been there in a while I'd bet."

>Muttering, Sua crosses her arms as she glares at Sun, stating:

"Gee, I don't have magic, instantaneous teleportation techniques - and instead have to fly around like most demigods have to. What do you think?"

>Sun rolls his eyes as his focus turns closely to the Throat of the World structure.

"As I said, I figured you hadn't been back yet. Your room's just how you left it."

>Scoffing, Sua then takes Sun's gloved hand with her own, stating:

"I'm sure it is, Spikes."

>After another moment, Sun then teleports himself and Sua away - instantaneously in a slight distortion of space-time itself.


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>Location: Throat of the World
>Time: 2:00 PM

>Outside in the garden area, Sua finishes picking more fruits from the various plants in the orchard. Looking at the fruit in her hand, she then shrugs and tosses it into a bucket.

{"Still don't see why we can't just make it the faster way. Kitchen items exist, Sun."}

>Walking back inside of the structure, and into the interior lobby - Sua quickly finds her way to the kitchen area. As she arrives, she tosses fruits at her older brother - who catches the bucket with one hand, while attending to some bananas that he's chopping.

"Nice catch."

"Your sarcasm is noted."

>Sighing and rolling her eyes, Sua then takes a seat at the kitchen table - taking a moment to inspect the interior. As Sua observes the somewhat futuristic design, the irony of Sun's cooking approach is not lost on her.

"You renovated the place to be as state-of-the-art as possible, and yet you can't even be bothered to use a blender."

>As Sun continues cutting the bananas with a knife, on a cutboard - Sua watches as his incredible precision and supernatural speed make quick work of the bananas set beside him.

"There's a reason why I don't trust machines more than I have to. The essence of efficiency is concentration, and the essence of concentration is willpower. From willpower-"

>Sua waves her hand in the air in a dismissive tone as she interjects:

"….'From willpower stems the core foundation of all achievement', blah, blah, blah. Uncle Gaihou's tried and true."

>Sun looks up at Sua, stating:

"….Father Gaihou, as far as I'm concerned. Since he did the work of actually raising me from childhood. Those lessons mean something, Sua. At least they mean something to me."

>Sun effortlessly picks up some banana slices and tosses them into the air - landing then in a large bowl without looking. Sua then raises her eyebrow and places a gloved hand to her cheek, stating:

"So then why didn't you take over the school after you left? Arguably the oldest Martial Arts Academy of the bunch. You'd think the Son of the Monkey King, would teach at the Monkey School of Martial Arts-"

>Sun then looks directly at Sua, agitation in his eyes as he doesn't speak.



>Sua returns his gaze, almost daring him to say it.

>Silence fills the air for what seems like hours - until a few moments later, Sun finally relents:

"…..Because I'm not worthy of a responsibility that large. Especially when I'm still this vindictive and angry."

>Sua then stands up and walks towards her brother, leaning her hands on the kitchen countertop across from him too.

"You and I both know that's not the reason. So why don't you toss it out of your mouth already, Sun? You're too prideful to admit that it's not beneath you to care about that."

>More silence passes for a few moments.

"….That and you just want an excuse to justify your anger towards father even now."

>Blinking at Sua for a moment, Sun then sighs as he continues preparing the food for lunch.


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>Time: 3:00 PM

>After an hour of eating, talking and general reminiscing, the mood of the room has lightened considerably.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're just letting the guy go? He's merged with Asmodeus's power! A demon lord from Hell!"

>Sun continues eating his sushi with his chopsticks. After finishing his next bite, he then retorts:

"He didn't seem to be in such a problematic state after I defeated him. Hayden was just….unlucky, but I do think he can do some good."

>Sua stares at Sun in disbelief for a moment, flicking her own chopsticks down into her food like miniature spears - before chastising her brother even further.

"Now he's got the power of a literal demon, hellfire and all - and you're just assuming he's gonna go to the MRD and turn himself in? What if he's not a Meta-Human and his Meta-Gene doesn't show up in the scans because of it? What do you think happens to him then? Straight to the Wedge!"

>Sua kicks her feet up as she leans back in her chair - demonstrating perfect equilibrium and proprioception of her body in a casual manner.

"At least tell me you put a magical ward on him. Energy binding. Something."

>Sun nods as he continues eating his sushi.

"He's my responsibility anyways, as I said."

>Sua then examines Sun more closely, focusing on him with her supernatural eyes.

"….You've been suppressing your Ki again - haven't you?"

>Brushing off the question, Sun continues eating.

"Oh come on, Sun. You know I can tell. You're actually suppressing your power? Jesus, you really do hate dad - since you're not gonna bother getting back into form to go run that Academy-"

"Will you stop, Sua? I didn't bring you here to lecture me for my decisions. I brought you here because I need your help on what'll get us both what we need right now."

>Sua sits upward, leaning towards the front of the table. Eyes now showcasing legitimate interest, she says:

"Alright then. So what exactly can you tell me about the Thaumians - and what exactly does your Sorcerer Supreme buddy know about where father is?"

>Sun puts down his chopsticks, and says:

"Well, for starters - we're going to need a lot more than just us. Magic's good, but not enough. We're going to need some help - and preferably from people who do actually know how to harness Chi-"


>Sua interjects, with a smug expression on her face.

>Rolling his eyes, Sun gives an exasperated sigh as he states:

"Fine, Ki. Regardless, we're going to need some assistance from Ki masters - who can disrupt magical spells and abilities with said Ki. I may know where to start."


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>Sun takes a small tiny object out of the interior of his gi and flicks his wrist. Immediately, the object grows into the size of a massive scroll that rolls itself outward - right to the edge of the table where Sua is sitting.

"….Is that Gaihou's summoning scripture? I thought you were never going to use it?"

>Sua then examines the scripture, written in various different prominent languages across the world.

"….Crane, Tiger, Leopard, Dragon, Snake and Monkey. A few more names….Most of these are defunct, but some of them, like ours still remain. Good to know Monkey's still on top, right?"

>Sua gives Sun a satisfied smile, as Sun rubs his eyelids in annoyance.

"….Focus, Sua. We're going to need to schedule a meeting with the heads of the Ki masters. See if any of them are willing to help us."

>Sua flicks a piece of sushi into her mouth after finishing a banana slice, looking at the scripture.

"Yeah well, custom dictates that a head of a Martial Arts Style calls the meeting - and I doubt Gaihoi's coming out of retirement for that."

>Silence for a moment, as Sua then looks at Sun and starts getting excited.

"……Come onnnnnnnnnn! Do it! Do it! Do it!"

>Sun shakes his head and sighs, standing up.

"I suppose I'll serve as the new head of the Monkey School. I've been running away from this for long enough."

>Sua then jumps out of her seat and strikes a victory pose, laughing incredibly loudly as she says:

"….Yes! Now we're talkin'! Let's get going already!"

>Sua then quickly turns around and runs off out of the kitchen in a burst of speed - knocking some plates and bowls into the air. Sun effortlessly catches and balances them all, lowering them to the table as he thinks to himself:

{"Nothing ventured, nothing gained I suppose. Besides."}

>Looking down at the scroll, he then thinks to himself

{"The greatest journey begins with the most humble step, right father?"}

>Sun then adjusts the fur wraps of the fingerless gloves on his hands, looks down at the memento beads on his wrists - and then walks out of the kitchen after Sua.

[To Be Continued]

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