High above the new york streets, on the roof of a highrise building, stood a man. He stood at six feet seven inches with shoulder length black hair and a delicate face which could make one easily mistake him for a girl, his bulky muscles were clearly visible underneath his clothes. A tattoo of a dragon ran from his wrist and disappeared under his black short sleeve T-shirt which clung tightly to his bicep. The youth cast his cold, silver eyes over the crowd of people walking the streets below and scoffed

"Tch, humans and their abysmal stench, the world would be a much better place without them"

he mumbled while wrinkling his nose as he observed the people below him, suddenly his phone rang, still not taking his eyes off the crowd of humans below, he answered

"make it fast" he spoke into the phone

the person on the other end was not the least bit put off by the attitude of the young man and continued

"Boss, we're under attack, the boys are holding em off but I'm not sure we can hold on for much longer"

hearing the urgency in his lieutenant's voice the youth hung up the phone and said in an eerily calm voice

"it's about damn time something interesting happened"

the youth turned away from the ledge and walked to the other side of the roof which was above an alley, he then leaned forward and with his eyes closed, dove head first off the roof, halfway down he flipped midair and landed on the ground with a dull thud, he slowly stood up and opened his eyes and in a flash he disappeared from his position.

On the bustling streets of new york, a blur weaved through the crowds unnoticed

"how blissfully unaware they are, I can kill them all with a flick of my wrist without them even knowing how they died"

As he made his way to his headquarters the sound of gunshots and screams made its way to his ears

"Let the fun begin"

he said with a feral grin, the young man ripped off his shirt which exposed his bare chest to the pale moonlight which was covered in scars, suddenly the youth hunched over like he was in pain and fur started sprouting from all over his body, the sound of bones shifting could be heard and one could make out the veins bulging under his skin,

he shut his eyes tightly and when he opened them again they were glowing red, his arms and legs lengthened and claws replaced his fingernails and toenails, his mouth grew into a snout and his ears grew pointy and shifted to the top of his head,his teeth fell out and newer,pointier ones grew, with the transformation complete he stood up and what appeared was a 7 ft tall monster with pitch black fur, dark glowing red eyes with sharp claws and fangs.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!?!"

someone among the attackers shouted, some of the attackers turned around while the majority kept focused on the battle in front of them, which they would soon find out would be a terrible mistake, the man now turned monster unleashed a roar which sounded like it came from the pits of hell and jumped into the middle of the battlefield and started slashing throats while separating limbs from bodies. The monster raked his claws across the face of an incoming attacker while crushing the head of another with his other hand, by now everyone on the battlefield was staring at the scene slack jawed

"I'll never get used to seeing Lil Nicky like that"

said one of the defenders

"don't let him hear you calling him that or you'll be next"

 said a tall muscular man with a scar over his right eye

"alright gentlemen let's finish up these pansies"

 with the order given everyone snapped out of their shocked states

"and try not to hit the boss, we all know what happened to Jerry and if possible I'd like to avoid a repeat"

the scar faced man said with a shiver. The battle continued for another 2 minutes before the only ones left alive were the defenders, the monster and one of the attackers who was only left alive for interrogation, the monster slowly made its way towards the

scar faced man and the other defenders but something strange happened, the monster's fur started falling off and it started shrinking, what appeared before them was a young man with a dragon tattoo running from his chest to his right wrist, shoulder

length pitch black hair with cold silver eyes with a bare chest and shredded jeans pants

"Find me some clothes would you scar"

the young man said to the scar faced man whose name turned out to be scar (who would've guessed?) which scar hurriedly went to do, the rest of the defenders stood to the side respectfully,suddenly a defender stepped forward and placed his hand over his heart which was what scar told them to do when addressing the young man in front of them

"Is there anything we can help you wit-"

before the defender got to finish what he was saying Nick cut him off and simply said

"name"

which left the man with a look of confusion on his face before he realized Nick was asking for his name which he hastily gave

"my name is Emmanuel sir"

nick nodded in satisfaction seeing Emmanuel so respectful towards him

"well Emmanuel you can start by tying up our little friend over there before he wakes up"

he said while pointing over his shoulder to the unconscious body of one of the attackers who Emmanuel rushed to tie up. Several minutes of silence later scar came back with a black

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dress shirt, white pants, black shoes and a red tie with a white jacket which Nick accepted and took his time changing into, he motioned for them to follow him and began walking in the direction of the gang's headquarters.

In the headquarters, Nick sat on an old throne like stone chair with his legs crossed and head resting lazily on his hand, to his sides were the members of his gang and directly in front of him was a young, well-built man with a scorpion tattoo on his left shoulder,he was one of

the members of the rival gang who attacked his compound as well as the sole survivor. Nick stared deeply at the man in front of him with his deep, cold, piercing eyes before leaning back in his seat where half his face was obscured by darkness which made his eyes glow in a red

light

"Who sent you to attack my compound vermin?"

The man smirked as he lifted his head to reply but as he did so he froze when he saw Nick's eyes glowing in the darkness and he hurriedly put his head back down, Nick smiled as he heard the man's heart rate quicken and he drummed his fingers on the arm rest of his chair rhythmically and slowly, he closed his eyes for a few seconds before slowly opening them again

"If you tell me who sent you I will make your death a swift one"

"HA, you must think I-"

Nick cut him off before he finished speaking and said in a chilling voice

"Or you can keep your mouth shut and die a slow and meaningless death as I devour you limb by limb, either way, you WILL answer my question"

The man's words stuck in his throat as his face paled and he shivered slightly, several minutes passed as the prisoner finally mustered the courage to look Nick in his eyes

"what...what d-do you wanna know?" He asked, Nick growled and replied

"You appear to be suffering from short term memory loss so let me refresh your memory"

Nick slowly stood up from his seat and walked forward until he was standing directly in front of the man, in one swift motion he grabbed his throat and hoisted him up into the air and spoke directly into his ear

"I really dislike repeating myself so this is the last time I'll be asking this question, WHO......SENT......YOU!?!"

The man struggled fiercely as Nick tightened his grip but after a while, he gave up and said with great difficulty

"The.......Lorenzos.....ordered us.....to attack...."

nick loosened his grip on the man's throat as he got the answer he was looking for and with a smile of satisfaction on his face he pulled back his head and said

"now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

he looked the man deep in his eyes and saw something there which he really admired, the will to live, the will to survive and do whatever it takes to do just that, Nick was greatly impressed with the man's resolve and for a moment he debated whether or not to kill him or offer him a way out of the situation, scar who was standing off to the side noticed Nick's internal struggle and coughed to get his attention, Nick glanced over in Scar's direction who smiled and gave a subtle nod to him.

Nick turned back and stared at the man in front of him then without any warning he dropped him on the ground and turned around while walking back to his seat, he sat down and leaned back in his chair, glancing at his subordinates he spoke in a deep voice

"everyone leave, Scar you stay"

everyone turned and left the room leaving Scar, Nick and the bound prisoner alone. Nick sat in silence contemplating before he finally made up his mind, looking deep into the prisoner's eyes and still seeing the grim determination to survive in his eyes Nick sighed

"would you like a way out? would you like to know what real power is? would you like to be....a God amongst men?"