Pelumi_David

“Heroes killed my parents. Now I wear the mask of one. Until I can bury them all.”
At seven years old, Hernan Vale watched his parents — two powerful heroes — brutally executed in their own home by the very people they trusted most: the legendary super-team known as the Zodiac 13.
They thought he was dead.
 They made sure the world blamed villains.
 They covered their tracks.
 But Hernan survived — and never forgot.
Ten years later, under a false name, Hernan enters the prestigious Hero Academy, hailed as a prodigy. To the world, he’s a rising star. To his classmates, he’s charming, calm, unstoppable.
But inside?
 He’s a weapon. Waiting. Smiling. Counting names.
As he trains to become a licensed hero, fights real villains, and rises through the ranks, Hernan plays the long game — earning the trust of the Zodiac, learning their routines, studying their weaknesses. One by one, he’ll bring them down.
And this time, he won’t hide in the closet.
But the deeper he goes, the more blood he spills — the more he wonders if he’s becoming worse than the monsters he’s hunting.
 And when love, loyalty, and lies collide, Hernan may have to decide:
Will he save the world like they think he will...
 or finish burning it down?

BLOODCAPE

The medbay wasn't much of a bay. More like a room that had stopped pretending. Half the ceiling was missing, wiring exposed like nerves. A single surgical lamp buzzed overhead, flickering just enough to irritate, not enough to help. The only clean surface in the room was the table — scrubbed down to a dull sheen, still stained with decades of failed lives.

Aya sat on the edge of it, jaw clenched, breath hissing through her teeth. The alien medic — a scaled Sorrik female with four metal-tipped fingers — dabbed a hissing gel across the burn snaking down Aya's forearm.

"It will ache like war," the medic rasped, voice like crushed glass. "But no scar."

Aya winced, managing a crooked smile. "Too late."

Hernan leaned silently against the far wall, arms folded. He hadn't said a word since they arrived. Dust still clung to his coat. The edge of one sleeve was blackened with fire damage. He hadn't cleaned it. He hadn't looked at her.

Chapter 133: The Scar That Watches