"What was that? Magic?" the apprentice asks, after seeing the electricity streak before his eyes and hearing a sound very similar to thunder. "No. He naturally produces electricity and is able to move faster than the speed of sound because of it. Combine that with his natural almost superhuman strength, he is a formidable foe," Mistress Nyx says. "Thanatos is able to harness the electricity that he produces with nanobots to get his speed and strength, though."

"Oh...." the apprentice looks puzzled.

Alright, let's back up. I was an assassin in training 10 to 12 years old, then became a full fledged assassin from the age of 13 to 18. I "retired" at 19. I say "retired" because I had "died" on a "failed" mission-- but that mission was a success, I just blew up the place and left no witnesses.

So, to bring you up to date: I have been in hiding for the past ten years. Today at work, some dumbasses decided they were going to attack a warehouse on American soil to hold all employees on shift hostage as well as have some fun with them. What they didn't know-- hell what no one knew-- was that I have training to kill someone with my thumb and I can be very creative in how to kill somebody. And make the death look accidental and leave no way to trace it back to me.

Long story short: warehouse was attacked, all my friends were threaten and almost killed or raped, the building was 75% destroyed, and I went berserk and fell back into my assassin role with ease. Should have not faked my death and just became a Shade, Ghoul, or Shadow. But hindsight is 20/20, so no sense in complaining about it now. And there were no civilian casualties, so that's a win.

Now I am fighting some people from my clan that have vendettas against me from "dying". It's a 3 on 1 and my Mistress is just chilling on top of the most stable part of the building with her new apprentice.

I just reactivated the nanobots in my bloodstream to 1) heal my wounds, 2) give me my wings back, and 3) give me back my power. Yes, I have wings. Get over it. They are made of nanobots, my bone tissue, and blood. You could call me a cyborg, but I am very much still a human.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

I am very proud of my wings: I can fly, use them for offense and defense, or just have a really fucking cool looking cloak. But anyways here I am doing a 3 on 1 and kicking their asses with my Mistress observing from above as she normally does. Mistress Nyx knows I am toying with the three, I don't want to kill them. Hurting and maiming are okay, but these are my sisters and brother in arms so even then I am very reluctant to hurt them badly or even maim them. Scatty and Tifa are able to keep up with my speed but lack my strength. Zeke lacks my speed but matches my strength. And I trained all three.... 

I put about 100 yards between the 4 of us and called out to the Mistress: "Who is the youngling up there with you? Scared I would kill them?" 

"No," she replies. "He is here to watch and learn. As well as to provide medical assistance when needed. We have become much more progressive since you left. And anyways, you never were my equal in battle."

I grunt in reply, knowing that last bit is true, "So, all it took was me, the most accomplished assassin the Underworld ever produced-- one that was trained by the esteemed Lady of the Night, Nyx herself-- to leave for y'all to incorporate the things I was calling for?" I shake my head in disbelief. "Well then-." 

The fight resumed and they learned the origin of my first name: Lightning Death. All three-- Scatty, Tifa, and Zeke-- were laying at my feet in 5 seconds, groaning in pain. "I've gotten slow, 3 people used to take me 1.5 seconds to take out. But that's usually because I just kill them and not incapacitate them." I gather all three and fly up to Mistress Nyx and the youngling. "Alright, why are you here, truly." My Mistress knows when I am being serious just by how my sentences are structured.  In reply, she smiles; knowing it will piss me off. Meaning I already know why she showed up. I groan, "What? I can't retire?"

"You took out about 650 highly trained professional troops. With nothing but your hands, feet, and the weapons you managed to get off their corpses. Did you not think we would notice? Especially after your hanging stunt with the tenth troop you killed? So, are you going to come quietly or do I need to kick your ass into submission?" Mistress Nyx asks sweetly. I contemplate what it would mean if we fought: the surrounding buildings would be destroyed and civilian lives would be most definitely lost. "I'll come quietly." I pick up Scatty and Tifa, while Mistress Nyx carries Zeke and the youngling and we fly off. Oh, did I forget to mention that they have wings like mine as well? I created them; theirs do look newer, however.