A love for another, animalistic and mystic
Yes, above a lover, altruistic and sadistic
Back to the past, eyes firmly on the future
Parent with child – irrationalistic

To delve too deep into the blackness
Is to lose orientation and connection to the oneness
Like devotees of Loch Ness
Destination madness

Geryman was becoming more and more unpredictable, unhinged. Stievo could attribute his wild vacillations to several factors. First, his hunt for his brother continued to frustrate. It didn’t matter how many neighborhoods were leveled or how many underground safe harbors were collapsed, Glendan refused to be flushed out. Second, his growing obsession with his nephew, Aricame. Both Geryman and Stievo knew that Aricame would need to be dealt with, but with all of the fighting that surrounded them, Stievo was not yet setting his sights on his Other living one thousand miles to the south.

What truly frightened Stievo was the third factor. In his quest to escape from captivity, to kill his Other and his brother, and to conquer the northwest/country/world, Geryman had fully embraced his Dark nature. He had sacrificed his humanity at the altar of a power he did not fully understand. This full and complete devotion is what gave him his unprecedented strength, but it also divorced him from the race of man that he had hitherto been tethered, if however tenuously. Stievo was terrified by the degree to which Geryman would go to sustain and attain his superhuman power, but what mortified him even more was that he too saw the attraction. Stievo was the next in line, the heir to the throne. Thanks to his dual trainings under Victor Strife and his father, he was already displaying some of the strongest abilities of anyone who had ever walked on earth. What would happen if he fully leaned in to the unknown?…

…But no! He had too much humanity. Too much of a sense of right and wrong, and a connection to homo sapiens – to the human condition, confounding as it sometimes was. And it was not yet known to which end of the Champion’s spectrum he was born: Light or Dark. Stievo would eventually have to face Aricame – to the death – but he realized at that moment that the more pressing concern was actually his own fath…

A crack to side of his head
A smack that would leave lesser men dead
Darkness atop me
Daggers plunge into my chest
A pre-mortem autopsy
Discarded like the rest?
Barbarous! A blindside attack
Treacherous! Fading to black
I’m too late, too slow to realize
My father is no longer
Attempting to become the weapon of my demise
Were I a human, I’d be a goner
But clarity returns to my vision with this recognition:
I am stronger
A Champion

Summoning a strength Stievo did not know was possible, he knocked his father across the floor. Reckoning with a strength Geryman did not know was possible, he watched as his son fled out the door. The stab wounds would heal themselves. A new hunt had begun. All other concerns were slashed apart like the flesh of Stievo’s chest. The unsheathing of Geryman’s knife against his own kin had unleashed one of the most gruesome battles that humans and superhumans alike would ever witness.