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Damian Marciano

"When hope is not enough, action must follow."

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a character in “The Supreme”, as played by MinorSeventh

Description


ImageThe Champion Damian Marciano

Full Name
Damian Carter Marciano

Nicknames
Mark (His cadets call him this)
Dame (His friends call him this because they think its funny)

Nationality
Italian

Gender
Male

Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual

Age
34

Height
6'0

Weight
176

Eye Color
Blue

Hair
Brown




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Likes
Children
Equality
Boxing
America
Women
Being the best

Dislikes
The High King
Disorder
Deception
War for Wars Sake






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History
Damian was born to be a boxer. His great grandfather was the great heavyweight Rocky Marciano and the last person in his family to make a huge splash in the boxing world, not without trying though. His father, Guido Marciano, and grand father, Reggie Marciano, both tried to become champions in their own right but failed. When Damian was old enough to enter the boxing arena with the elites he blew the world away with how fast he moved and how hard he hit. Damian took a different route than his ancestors and decided to learn kick boxing and tae kwon do so his mind and body were ready for anything. The announcers would always call him, "an MMA fighter stuck in the wrong sport." He made it his lifetime goal to beat Rocky's record of 49 wins but opted to join the American army when the Third World War began.

The Third World War was exactly what Damian and many others before him predicted; it spelled the end of the modern world. Late into the fighting nukes were released and all hell broke loose. The population plummeted, the death counts rising to billions, and the war came to an end, not because anyone surrendered but because everyone who COULD surrender was dead. Two types of people survived the nuclear missiles: those who had immunity to nukes and those who were able to feed off of it, gaining powers in the process.

Damian woke up weeks after a missile hit his camp head on in a hospital bed. He didn't know how he was alive. He could still remember the feeling of being melted by the nuclear blast. He looked himself over and saw only minor scars, well, scars that appeared AFTER the blast. It was then that he noticed the laughter of children in the halls. He was put in a children's hospital because all of the others were full. There Damian fostered his love for children. Once better he spent his time at the hospital reading to the younger kids and teaching the older ones boxing and martial arts. He knew though that sooner or later he would have to return to his post and see what the hell happened to his country.

A few months after working up to full strength and helping out the doctors at the hospital Damian was mugged by commoners while picking up food for his kids. While fighting back he realized all of a sudden that his opponents began moving in slow motion. He took this chance to lay it in and threw the hardest punches he could manage and before he knew it the three attackers were on the ground. Damian returned to the hospital and spent the next few days developing this weird ability he was gifted. He could force his opponents to move slower by slowing down their brain but he was used his power sparingly and watched his audience. To the outside looking in it seems that Damian has super speed. He'll never tell what it really is, afraid that it will become a weakness.

Damian is now one of the most prized Champions in the American Province. He commands the army as General and reports to the High King. When Damian is on the battlefield he is ruthless in order to protect his cadets. He knows that they'll follow him blindly and he feels the weight of that responsibility. When Damian is home he lets his hair grow out and returns to his boxing gym, Rocky's Gym, he created in order to train royals and commoners the art of fighting. In his gym both commoners and royals work together to become better and many people wish the atmosphere he's created in his gym was the true atmosphere of the kingdom. He's been seen talking to rebels and royals a like but no one thinks twice of it because its his job to train future cadets.

Damian thinks the High King's plan to take all of America is a foolish one and believes lives are being wasted for a corrupt cause. He believes they should be happy with the mass land they already have and should have an army solely for defense instead of conquering. Damian is not afraid to let the High King know his true opinion but out of respect listens to the commands of his King.

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So begins...

Damian Marciano's Story

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Damian was in his war tent hunched over a map of the North American wasteland. They were a lot closer to the Japanese Province than he would have liked but God forbid he went against a direct order from High King Giovanni. "Fucking moron is going to feed us to the Japanese," Damian has spent the last 2 hours staring at the war map trying to come up with a solution to their problem. His time, however, was just about depleted.

"Commander Marciano!" Henri Kurtis, a messenger from Bravo Squad staggered into Damian's tent, out of breath and falling over his feet. He stopped in front of Damian's desk, his entire upper body being supported by his hands that were digging trenches into his hips. He was not a day over fourteen and his red hair was frayed and in dismay. "I...have a....report," the Bravo messenger continued, taking huge gasps of air between every other word, "we saw...signs....of a Randoshāku attack." Damian's initial emotion was excitement; he has heard stories of Randoshāku but has never seen them up close. His next emotion was fear. Not for himself but for his platoon and for the same reason. The stories of Randoshāku were always told by the small percentage of survivors who clawed their way back to D.C.

"Private, are you certain?"
"100%, sir."
"Alert Charlie and Delta squads. It's time."
"Yes, sir."

Damian and Henri walked outside his tent, the hot sun beating down on their heads like they insulted its entire family. Damian shielded his eyes from the sun so he could watch Henri do his thing. "See you on the battlefield, sir." And in a matter of seconds Henri was already 60 yards away from Damian's tent. Henri could run at the top speed of human capabilities but for nearly an infinite amount of time. He was one of Damian's favorite students from his gym but they have yet to fully push his abilities to their max. "God bless that Ginger," Damian smirked and looked out onto the dry desert land until he could no longer see his student and friend.

Once the battle would start Alpha squad, where Damian preferred to command the platoon from, would move up to the front lines, with Bravo and Charlie on its flanks, and Delta squad on the rear. This would be Commander Marciano's 37th battle. He returned to his tent to gather what he would need. In this prep stage he would always start to think of his past life before the Third World War. He was 10-0 as a boxer. Combined with his winning battles he was two wins away from tying his great grandfather's boxing record of 49-0. "I'm catching up to you, old man," he sighed and wrapped aluminum infused bandages around his fists.






The American Province Platoon were positioned and ready for battle. Each squad consisted of 3 champions and 300 commoners however, under the direct request of Damian, Alpha Squad had 3 champions only and no commoners. Damian grew weary of putting men in danger for the warmongering High King's purposes. He turned to his right and smiled at his combatants for the last 17 battles.

Henri's father, Kristopher Kurtis, a short man with a fat belly and wide eyes, stared out towards the battlefield, "I have a bad feeling about this, Dame." Kristopher didn't quite look prepared for a battle. He wore a grey double breasted suit with matching shoes and a fedora that would make any person look twice, and not for a good reason.

"You've had a 'bad feeling' for the last 6 battles, Kris," Emanuel Cortes scoffed, "maybe you're losing your touch. Look somewhere in one of your chins, might be hiding in their somewhere." Emanuel sat in an aluminium propeller plane in between Dame and Kris. He rarely fought from the ground anymore.

Manny scratched at his arm, "the rash is coming back, Dame. Let's make this battle quick so we can scrape off the metal."
"We'll try our hardest down here," Damian saluted his friend as Manny took to the sky.

"We should go, too," Kris motioned for Damian to come to him.
"Words don't describe how much I hate this part."
"Come here, my Damsel," Kris's belly gyrated as he laughed a loud booming laugh.
"Why did I choose you to be on this team?" Damian walked over to Kris and was picked up in his arms like a wife being carried over the threshold.
"Because you know I'm the best," Kris began to run as fast as any man on the planet even closer to Japanese territory. Damian didn't dare open his eyes anymore during this part. He slowed his breathing and mentally prepared for what would be a legendary battle between the famous American Champion Trio and the infamous Japanese Randoshāku.






"Here they come," Manny's words sounded in Damian's and Kris's minds, "holy shit, they DO look like sharks from up here. There are at least a thousand of them, Damian." "Focus on keeping the commoners safe, Manny," Damian ordered, "Kris will alert you if I need help." The Champion Trio was a mile ahead of Bravo and Charlie and two in front of Delta. They've always been the first to engage the enemy so Kris could let the other Champions know how to fight the them. It was a great strategy...as long as none of the Trio died in the process.

What started off as a small tremor escalated until the ground beneath Damian's feet quaked uncontrollably; a scare tactic by one of Japan's Wokous. It subsided just as quickly as it came and in the horizon Damian could make out hundreds of fins racing towards him. They glided over the desert landscape effortlessly. The distance between the Trio and the Thousand Army Randoshāku was closing. Damian assumed his fighter's stance, "Kris, do it now."

"MIND CONNECT," Kris spoke and instantly all three Champions could see and feel what the other two were experiencing.
"You guys see what I'm seeing?" Emmanuel said from high in the sky.
"Unfortunately," Damian cracked his knuckles, "this battle won't be as quick as you wanted, Manny."

Image The Randoshāku were now within attacking distance and would reach the Trio in a matter of seconds. They were close enough for Damian to see what the Land Sharks truly were. The sun glistened over their metallic frames. "Manny," Damian called, "are they made of-"

"No," Manny knew the question before he asked it, "sorry, Commander."

"Well, how about we quit standing around like we're waiting for the bus," Kristopher took off his hat and flung it like a frisbee at the closes incoming Randoshāku. It twirled ferociously, well as ferocious as a fedora could be, towards its target. "Manny," Kris called, "give me some love." Suddenly the aluminum fibers in the hat sprang out and became knives, the harmless hat now becoming a deadly enlarged shuriken. It connected with the fin of the head Randoshāku and tore off the top of the car causing the car to lose control and crash into another and then the ground.

"Was that racist?" Manny laughed from his plane.
"Ha, because its a Japanese shuriken?!" Kris's fat man laugh began and his tummy dance followed soon after.
"Hold," Damian ordered and the joking ceased immediately.
All three could see what their Commander was witnessing.

Four men began to climb out of the crashed Randoshāku. All four had claws instead of hands, sharp nails protruding 4-6 inches from their hands and wore no shoes, just skin tight khaki colored pants. The Randoshākus behind them all stopped and waited but Damian didn't know what for. The men opened their mouths, revealing razors for teeth, similar to sharks. Their mouths continued opening until their jaws dislocated with a loud crack, creating large gaping holes that could tear into any human easily. The four men wailed a high piercing sound as they raced toward Damian and Kris. All of the vehicles behind them roared and sprang forward as well. In that moment the Trio realized that the "Land Sharks" they heard of in the stories were not the metal cars with the fins...they were the man eating Japanese mutants that rode inside them. This wasn't the aftereffect of nuclear war, this was something else entirely.

Damian was right, "the fucking moron is going to feed us to the Japanese."

"Holy shit," the three champions all thought at the same time.

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Damian assumed boxing position and waited for the Randoshāku to reach him. His enemies flailed widely as if not able to fully control their enhanced bodies. Regardless of control the Randoshāku moved just as fast as the vehicles they road in. They were practically falling over each other, all hungry and anxious for their taste. Damian stood firm, trying to anticipate which one would reach him first. "I'm definitely gonna need you for this, Manny," he thought. "I'm already on it, Commander," Emmanuel responded and in that moment Damian's bandages gained a mind of their own and unwrapped themselves from his fists. They danced around his body until finding a comfortable neutral slowly rotating around his arms. "Let's do this!" Damian yelled to his team. He chose his target and charged forward. "I'm with you, Commander," Kris sprinted forward to match his leader and carefully matched his pace. A gush of wind strong enough to knock over any normal man rushed passed our duo as the Randoshāku ships sped towards Bravo and Charlie Squads.

Damian threw a hard punch at the gut of the first Randoshāku he could get his hands on and it toppled over, clutching at where the blow struck. The Rando recovered quickly however and lunged at Damian, mouth first. Another Rando attacked from his right at the same time; the remaining two jumping towards Kristopher with mouths wide open as if they planned on eating him whole.

"MANNY!"

The bandages around Damian's arms sprang out and grabbed both Randoshāku stopping them in their tracks by hardening in their extended form. Kristopher quickly took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around his body like a cloak. The aluminum in the jacket hardened and Kris's legendary shield was complete even though it was actually Manny doing all the work. Damian crossed his arms and both Randoshāku's bodies crumpled as they smashed into each other. Kris spun his "shell" by rotating quickly underneath the cloak and his pursuers flung off on landed a few feet away from him.

Manny sighed from his plane, "the fact that you two doubt me after so many battles together makes me sad."

"We still have to figure out how to beat them so we can warn the others," Damian watched as his attackers got up, unscathed. He placed his fists together, cracking all of his knuckles. "I'm sure we just have to cut their heads off," Kris removed his cloak and wore his suit jacket normally once more. His dress shirt was a few sizes two small and his massive belly was close to bursting the buttons. "Kris, you ALWAYS suggest cutting off heads," Manny overlooked the battlefield from high above, "but this time you may actually have a point." The trio had nicknames to the rest of the army that outlined the dictionary definition of ironic. People called Kristopher "The Turtle" because of his shield technique and his weight even though he was the fastest man alive. Emmanuel was called "The Hawk" because he flew in his aluminum plane but the only reason he could overlook any battle was Kris's mind connection ability. And Damian was known as "The Snake" because of his bandages that seemed apart of him and slithered to his beckoning call but that was actually Manny's ability that controlled the aluminum. Their abilities highlighted each other's just like Damian planned when he chose his team.

"There is only one way to find out," Damian charged toward one of the Randoshāku. His bandages shot up his arm, wrapped around each other and became a lance. "This is new, Manny," Damian's eyes grew, bewildered at his new weapon. He felt Manny's smile from the plane. Damian concentrated on the Randoshāku in front of him and the world around him slowed down. He could see the Randoshāku making the decision to claw at him with it's right hand and forced the lance into it's mouth before the Randoshāku could complete the thought. Kris, hearing his commander's thoughts, yelled at Damian to duck. His shuriken flew right over Damian's head and through the Randoshāku's. "Dude," Damian threw his hands up, "cutting it kind of close don't you think?" When the Randoshāku didn't get back up Kris quickly connected to the squad leaders of Bravo, Charlie, and Delta, "today's the day we've been waiting for. You have to chop off their head to kill them. We can finally chop off heads!"






Twenty Nine. Damian felt the cold sting of a brand new ice pack to the side of his face however the chills traveling through his nervous system had nothing to do with the ice. He sighed as he scanned over the list of names on his desk. Twenty Nine. After Alpha's Trio took out as many Randoshāku around them as they could find they doubled back to help the other squads. The "Hope" Platoon won this battle but not without casualties. Twenty Nine. Damian knew he would have to return to D.C and visit twenty nine homes and inform them that their child has died on the battlefield. He wished he could tell them it was for a good cause but he didn't know anymore. Manny and Kris bought into Giovanni's lies and loved fighting for him but they were honestly probably too damn smart, talented, and lucky to die in these wars. Twenty nine more god damn lives wasted for the mad king's war. Damian shot up, slamming his fists against the desk. He stared down at the new dent he put into it. His heart ached more and more every day he spent out in the wastelands but he knew he'd hurt more if he weren't the commander. Before he took over if half the platoon died it would be considered a good day. Out of the twenty nine only one of them was a champion. Damian looked at the other list on his desk of D.C. "royalty" that exhibited the talent to be in his army. There was one name not on the list that he wish was: Theodore Wilkins. The strongest man alive was offered a spot in Alpha but turned it down so could kiss ass in the capital. Damian didn't love the idea of war but new that an army was needed for protection and wasn't the biggest Theodore fan. If Theo was here today maybe the number of casualties would have been lower.

"Commander Marciano!" Henri Kurtis, winded as per usual, entered the tent, "a letter came for you."
"Thank you, Kurtis. You did great today. Looked like your dad out there," Damian rustled the hair of his favorite soldier.
"No, sir," Henri smiled wide and laughed just like his dad, "I'm better."
"You're excused, Henri," Damian saluted, "get some rest."

When Henri was out of the tent Damian sat in his seat and opened the letter. He immediately knew it was from the King because of the froo froo font of the words. The letter was short and to the point:

"We caught the rebel leader. Executing the tyrant in 2 days time. Need you here."






Damian stood outside of the fishbowl where the King liked to throw his parties. He changed out of his army gear while on the plane. He adjusted his navy blue tie and stretched his arms, hearing all of the bones in his body crack and pop during the process. His suit was so dark red it looked black from afar and, by the advice of Kristopher, wore a simple white dress shirt. Kris always took it upon himself to dress his commander and friend when he had to come back to D.C. Kris called this his "subtle USA" outfit. Damian felt the army would be able to handle things without him for a bit after the last battle. The Japanese Province would need a lot of time to recover from the defeat so Manny was in charge in his absence. Honestly though, Damian felt more in danger here in the capital than on the battlefield. Damian entered the glass fishbowl clenching and releasing his fists, a nervous habit he's been failing to break.

"Well, here we go."

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Katelyn wasn't in any rush to go to the execution ceremony, she stayed in her room, eyes peered down to everyone gathering below. She tugged slightly at a necklace wrapped around her neck, one that Marcello had given her the night before. A soft sigh escaped over her parted lips as she turned away from the sight that was seen outside of her window as she was fully dressed but debating in her mind whether she really wanted to go to this event, well execution or not. She sighed again as a knock came upon her door and entered a servant, who bowed before speaking. "Lady Katelyn, Your Majesty is requesting your presence."

'Of course he is.' She thought to herself while raising up to her feet, standing upright now as she straightened her clothing out by running her hands over the fabrics. Katelyn took a simple step forward then made her way down towards the ceremony. She had arrived and people bowed as she crossed their paths. A warm smile curved among her lips as she greeted her people then saw Marcello and she still had that smile but saw his smirk and rolled her eyes.

Once she was seated in her appropriate seat, to Marcello's left, the bell rang out as she gasped. It seemed as if they were waiting for her to get there before they began the ceremony, the execution. It was completely sickening to her but she wouldn't say that out loud especially to Marcello. Instead, she sat there with a smile as everyone else, watching, waiting and anticipating. Once the water started gushing out, Katelyn didn't bother to turn her head, knowing it would disappoint her husband, The High King, Marcello. She looked at him as he had looked at her then turned her head back towards the sight.

Katelyn stood up just as Marcello did as he excused himself as she nodded her head then sat back down. Her eyes followed him closely as she watched his actions and simply shook her head. Once he walked over towards the podium, the first words he had spoken moved her. Since it was true. She continued to listen to his speech then looked as Marcello started to walk back over towards them. Her eyes followed him as she didn't really have much to say right about now. Instead, her eyes looked back at the girl in the chamber that was filling up with water. The water had probably reached her lungs by now as it wasn't long until her fate was sealed right before their eyes.

Her eyes flashed over towards Camille as she looked at her throughout the ceremony once or twice. She only nodded her head towards her when she was to look her way. Katelyn stood then looked down at Marcello then back towards the people below that wanted to tear him apart. Katelyn knew something like this would happen as she looked back down at Marcello, as she reached her hand out for him to grab.

"I assume we must celebrate this execution, as well?" She asked innocently while awaiting his response as she started to smile a little.

He did not sit again as he returned to his throne. Instead, Marcello waited at the foot of the ornate chair and watched the girl's last death throes before she finally ceased struggling. The only movement now was the swirling of her hair and the decor beneath her bare feet. Marcello made eye contact again with Helena, but he looked away out of boredom and searched among the assembled Senators for her.

He found Camille quickly and smiled her way, but he knew not if she noticed his attention, for now the crowd was fighting against the police, and Marcello instinctively looked forward. The Supreme behind him began to scurry off, leaving the open and hurrying towards cover in either the reception hall or their own rooms if they were not fortunate enough to receive an invitation. And now he noticed Katelyn's proffered hand, hearing her question despite the clamor.

"Try to sound enthusiastic, dove," he said, taking her hand and placing his fingers between hers before giving her hand a light squeeze. He returned her smile with one of his own and leaned forward to place a kiss on her forehead. The shouting began to grow louder, and he could see the mob surging, outraged by such a casual display of affection before a sight so gruesome. "Come on now." He tugged at her hand and pulled her after him as security filed in on either side of the couple. He'd be lying if he said he did not worry for himself at events such as these, but it wasn't worth worrying Katelyn.

The hall has already filled with Supreme by the time the couple entered. Conversation halted for a moment that was just long enough to ensure Marcello and Katelyn had been noticed but without detracting from the joyous atmosphere.

A servant came for his fur coat and Katelyn's before he extended his arm, bent slightly at the elbow.

"Shall we?" he asked.

Katelyn looked at Marcello as he took her hand, giving it a light squeeze. She couldn't help but blush when he place a kiss upon his forehead then looked at him while taking this as an opportunity to respond. "Sorry, my love. Just ready for this day to be over and done with." Katelyn bluntly said while following right beside him now as security piled up on their sides.

She was a little worried about how today's events were going to effect them going forward but she tried not to let her worry show as they entered the hall now. Everybody seized what they were and noticed them as they came in, bowing respectfully as they passed them. When the servant took her fur coat, she was taken by surprise and gasped softly before taking Marcello's hand again, smiling at him.

"Yes, we shall." She remarked while walking beside him again as they would take their respective places in their seats, overseeing everyone else before them. Once a servant poured them their drinks, she took the goblet and took a small sip before leaning back into her seat, occasionally glancing over at Marcello.

He had pulled her chair out for her and then pushed it in once she sat. In the same manner, he pulled his seat out and then slid it into the table by himself. Marcello reached for his goblet then and took a long sip of the wine within as he looked about. His people spoke in a lively manner, exchanging gossip and their opinions with an enthusiasm he had hoped they would share. It was good to see them like this, going along with his ideas, accepting his absolute rule. He needed to mill about, make sure they saw enough of him to keep them in this blissful sort of state.

"I'll be back," he whispered, reaching over the brush his fingers against Katelyn's arm. "I have a few people I ought to speak with. You could come with me if you'd like." He didn't give her enough time to come with him though, for he had already placed his goblet down and pushed his chair back out.

As he stood, he took note of Damian and nodded at the soldier. He would get to him in time, ask him about the front line. Marcello looked about now, searching out a target, and his gaze fell on Camille again. He couldn't approach her now though. Not in front of the rest of the Supreme. But the young woman approached Helena now, and he realized this was his opportunity. And so Marcello struck, picking up a flute of champagne as he walked over to the two women and Eric.

"Pardon my interruption," he began, clearing his throat gently. "Helena, have you met Miss Van Bueren yet? One of the finest young women in the Senate." He looked towards Camille now, taking her in just long enough to sate him for the moment but hopefully not long enough to look odd.

Katelyn eyes looked at Marcello just as he pulled his chair back and muttered that he'd be right back. He had offered her to come but his gestures didn't seem like she was really invited as he left without her. So, seated she stayed as people came over to greet her with a bow and such.

"Your Majesty, how do you feel about the execution?" Someone had asked her as she turned to look their way and shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't really going to comment as her eyes were peered on Marcello but she suddenly lost sight of him. "I'd rather not speak on today's events, or execution. It's in the past now and what happened, happened." She nodded her head firmly after speaking those words then rose up from her seated position.

She wanted to dance now and so she went over to the dance floor, everyone applauding as she picked the closest male and started dancing with him. This action might make Marcello a little bit jealous but he sort of did leave her alone so what was she suppose to do - Be bored? Katelyn despises being bored and she was definitely showing it now as more people joined in the dance with her.

As she danced, she was smiling and laughing, enjoying herself as everyone bounced from dance partner to another dance partner. Once that dance was over, she curtsied towards her partner and applauded everyone as she glided back over towards her seat, sitting down while catching her breath.

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No execution would be complete without champagne and finger foods to wash the blood down. It was an extravagant chaser suitable for the king, though not really agreeable to the stomach of the strongest man in the room. Following the execution, the man had gone gladly to change into a darker, more subtle suit. Bright colors are demanded at the main event, but for dessert people are free to dress in any way they please. If only there had been time for a shower- he feels a striking need for one that burns hot enough to sear skin. On days such as this, he almost regrets not taking up the offer to join the Alphas, to distance himself from this gilded zoo. At least on the battlefield the consequences of such a lifestyle are not hidden behind pretty baubles.

But he can be of little use there, not to the party that he swears genuine allegiance to. No matter how many times the king's general, the intimidating Damian Marciano, calls him a coward for remaining in the capitol and rubbing elbows with the pomp and circumstance crowd, Theo knows that running to the battlefields would be a greater act of cowardice. Here, he is surrounded by enemies. There, he'd at least have a few brothers in arm about him, and very few foes of actual consequence against his supernatural strength.

As he enters, Theo actually catches sight of the King's man, probably back from another bloody battle over another pointless square on the king's chessboard. How could he fail to notice him- muscles and a look of discomfort, the man sticks out like a sore thumb against the white-palmed patricians. Theodore may be the strongest man alive, but Damian does a much better job of looking the part. He even manages to look taller than Theo, who in reality stands two inches over him. It's not a man that anyone would do well to get on the bad side of- not that Theo isn't already a card carrying member of that lot. Without a doubt, he'll have one eye on Damian throughout the night with the intention of keeping him at a two yard radius. Theodore isn't in the mood for being called spineless yet again.

He's going to have to find a way to confront the champion eventually, of course. Mel is adamant that he is an important piece to her movement for equalization, and is somehow convinced that he may be convinced to join the rebellion against the king. Theo, less inclined towards the belief that people change, is certain that they could never engage Damian in yet another war. The general may not always be the king's biggest fan, and he may have a gym that unites royals and commoners alike, but these are different things entirely from taking part in the usurping of an empire.

Theo walks quickly away from Damian's line of sight, now on the lookout for Queen Helena and her guard. He's doing a rather shoddy job of liaison to foreign diplomats at the moment, given that he hasn't spoken to the foreigners all day. He finds her standing between Camille Van Bueren and the king- a very precarious place to be, if certain whispers he's heard around the palace are to be believed. The royals are inclined to forget that the staff are little more than moving furniture, making them fountains of information.

Putting on a large, easy smile, he walks up to the frightening trio (there is a notable gap of room allowed between them and the other patricians). "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, My good sir, My Lady" he greets them each respectfully, still smiling with all the sincerity in the world. To the outside eye, he may seem completely ignorant to the thin layer of tension simmering between some of the world's most powerful players. There will always be some when such people come together. "I realize I'm not very good at my job if I don't say hello at least once tonight- ah, am I interrupting something?"

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Predictable. That was the word to describe every last one of these occasions Damian was commanded...er...invited to attend. Every time the High King would find himself surrounded by the prettiest women in the room and every time his Queen would show that she was not jealous by finding a horny soul to fuck with until her King came back. It was worse than a novella. Damian stood with his back to the cold glass wall with the even colder aquarium thriving beneath him. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about the night but assumed the guards did their rounds and everything was fine. If Kristopher were here and this was war he would be saying, "I have a bad feeling about this battle." Honestly, Damian would have probably listened to him this time around. He felt so naked without his two comrades. Without them he was still a guy you didn't want to piss off but he wasn't "The Snake" without Manny's abilities. Damian knew that if anything happened while he was in DC he would have to rely on himself, like the old days. But odds are this party would begin, middle, and end just like the others he's been too. DC, land of predictability.

Damian noticed a shift in music which could only mean that Queen Kate has latched on to a new victim which also meant...Damian's eyes scanned the room for pretty women because he knew that's where he would find Marcello. And just like clockwork that's where he was, chatting it up with a newly appointed Senator and The European High Queen, arguably the two most attractive beings in the room. Damian eyes stopped on Queen Helena and her silk dress that just begged for men to fantasize what was underneath. Her jet black hair falling over her shoulders and onto the dress contrasted so well and was soothing to look at and Damian didn't mind looking. An abrupt and awkward looking motion by the Senator took him off guard and Damian chuckled to himself. Whatever she just said looked like it failed. Speaking of failing, the Senator looked like a commoner whore and not like her usual; a Supreme whore. Kris explained the difference to Damian months ago:

"You just know when someone is a whore. You have to stay away from the commoners though because they'll take your money. Actually, stay away from all of them because the supreme whores can easily find eloquent ways to royally screw with your life."
"I didn't know there was a difference between the two."
"The difference? Oh, that's easy, Damian. Commoners hide the fact that they get around for their reputation is all they have left. Supremes could lose all the respect in the world and still have abilities, money, and power. I tell my son the same thing."
"Kris, your son is 13!"
"Yeah, but he has his old man's looks. Those sluts will be all over him."
"You should really stop calling women that, Kris."
"I will stop calling them sluts when they stop acting like sluts"
"I don't know why I picked you to be in Alpha."
"Because I'm the best and you know it."


Damian truly missed his friends and quickly mumbled a prayer that they were okay. He was expecting to receive a status letter from them tomorrow. Damian's smile dwindled as Theodore entered the conversation. So this is what he did instead of fight with Alpha? Drank wine and champagne with foreigners? What a waste of talent. While Theo stands there licking the boot of Queen Helena (and whoever that other guy next to her was) there were hundreds of commoner soldiers dying on the battlefield. But seriously who the hell was the other dude with Queen Helena? The European Queen's male maid that she brought around with her was essentially attached to her side.

And just like that, she was off. Helena and her sidekick walked over to the dance floor which was a few meters closer to Damian's solitude corner. Theo, who's hunger for whatever was under Helena's boot quenched, disappeared to talk to other Supremes. Damian watched as the King and the Senator took each other in their arms and began to dance as well. In that moment nearly every human in the room was dancing or conversing with someone...except for Damian. He knew he was being antisocial but having people marvel over him being a war hero wasn't really his cup of tea. He would much rather be at his gym helping all of the-

"You have to be kidding me," Damian shot up from his relaxed leaning position to avoid a shard of glass impaling him. The glass ceiling above him started crashing down all around him. He sprang into action, removing his suit jacket, and running toward the dance floor. He could overhear guards urging people to stay calm but didn't actually see them doing more than the bare minimum to help. Damian almost lost his footing as the ground beneath him began to crack and separate, "you have to be kidding me," he said again. He was really missing his team now. Kris's speed could have saved a ton of people and Manny could have held parts of the floor together with aluminum. But what could he do? He couldn't stop time. The people closest to the exit were making it out fine but a few were in deep shit...actually deep water. Blood tainted the clear water red and screams grew louder by the second. The attractive Senator was off in a corner playing a dreadful combination of musical chairs and wack a mole at the same time and a douchey blonde character was floating on top of the water chopped in two.

It was then that Damian noticed Helena in the water frantically swimming. She was staring at something but he couldn't make out what. "YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!" Damian noticed the shark racing towards Helena. He stood on the last bit of stable glass floor and focused his attention on the shark. He took a deep breath and sent a signal towards the shark that slowed down its ability to bite and Helena was able to dodge the hit. It quickly doubled back and tried again. Damian watched and timed another signal to slow its bite and Helena ninja kicked the living hell out of it. Damian in that moment was equally terrified and attracted to his soon to be new best friend. The shark swam away but all knew it would be back. Damian jumped into the fish tank and swam towards the Queen.

"You're gonna be fine, Helena," Damian took a hold of her waist, not giving a damn about courtesies about touching royalty. It wasn't the time to bow and ask permission, "I've been fighting sharks all month." He sent a strong signal to every shark in the tank to slow their processing of heat which would give him a few more seconds to get out. He never had to send so many signals at once to animals so huge and his head was beginning to pound. He ignored it and kept swimming towards the jagged edges of the floor next to the exit with Helena in his right arm, probably kicking with all her might. When they reached the edge Damian grabbed onto it tightly with both hands, "use me as a ladder," he commanded the European Queen. Blood exited newly made slits on his hand, running down his arm and into the water. That meant soon the sharks would be on their way. He could feel the approach of the sharks and knew he had to send a huge signal to get out of this one which would definitely reveal his power to Helena, a chick he knows nothing about. Once Helena was on the platform he turned so he could face the sharks coming at him. Damian had just about had it with sharks for one lifetime. Once the sharks were in attacking range he sent his strongest signal which blocked all communication between muscles and the brain for a few seconds. The sharks stopped dead in their tracks, dumbfounded. Damian hoisted himself onto the glass floor as the sharks regained themselves, chomping at his leg as he barely escaped their grasp.

Damian had a feeling Helena wasn't the type to like being saved so he decided not to pick her up. Instead he stood in front of her, back towards her, and knelt down. "Piggy back time," Damian gestured to his back for the Queen to hop on so they could get the hell out of dodge. He then carefully jogged the remaining 20 yards to the exit, avoiding precarious looking cracks in the floor. The sharks followed underneath, hoping that their food would make a mistake. As Damian exited he made eye contact with Diego Torres, a commoner he trained a few years back at his gym. "Glad that Marcello and Katelyn have someone like you protecting them," Damian smiled at his old student, "thank you for getting them out safe, Diego. Don't know what would have happened to them if you weren't here." Damian turned to look at Helena to make sure she was okay before heading off to find that other guy, "where is your man maid?"