The Supernal Saint: Alleyway Monster

-An ancient former hero, bound by unbreakable chains and a mute voice, is eternally punished by uncontrollably waking and blacking out through time and dimensions.

In each location, he must decide to act upon his much desired revenge or do what he no longer wishes to do...let his power take him and be a hero.-


I woke.

Locale: Dead End of Alleyway in Unknown City of a Probably Over-Developed Country
Estimated Time Frame: 2090s
Landscape: Towering brick buildings surrounding to the skies, stretched for hundreds of miles

“Mom! Mommy, no!”

“NO! Get-Get off me! Let him go! Help! Somebody Hel-“

I heard their voices in the distance as everything came into view. My eyes opened as did my emotions.






Same thing on this cursed journey.


I hate this.

I hate…


Roughly a hundred feet from me was the mother and her child getting beaten, robbed or both by someone, or something. Couldn’t tell exactly which because of the large black overcoat that swallowed his shape.


I gathered myself to my feet as every scar, bruise, and wound won’t let me forget.



And neither will the chains shackled to my wrists and ankles. 


With nowhere else to go, I walked forward. 



The mother spotted me. 


“You! Please hel-“ 

The jacket figure tossed her down like a garbage into a can.

She winced, grabbed her neck, and yelled in my direction. “Stop NO! Please…HELP US!”

The figure raised his hands and came down with them in a fury on her.


I kept my head down. 



Her screams grew louder as I walked closer.


“HELP! Please, you have to-“




I walked until I finally approached them, keeping my head down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the child standing along the wall.


“Please, stop-OHF!” He hit her on the head this time. 


I sighed, shook my head and walked off.


“N…No…NO! How could you?! Plea-“ She was hit again.


I couldn’t.

I wouldn’t.


I’m done.

Done with distractions like this.

Done with “helping.”

I don’t believe in those things anymore.

They are dead.

And I am numb.

Breathe. In and Out. Breathe.

It’s just keeping me from my goal.

Like all of them.


A surge of wind with a force of lightning ripped open at the end of the alleyway. A gray portal opened up. 

Only a few hundred yards away. 

I can feel it. 

I can see in it.

It called out to me.


I have to reach it.

I have to find HIM.

So I shut my ears, let the scene continue behind me, and kept walking…

Inhale. Exhale.


“M-Mommy. Mom-GLUGH” The sound of a hand squeezing the throat of the child.


“No! Leave him alone!” She cried.


“MRRRMMMM,” The low grunts echoed down the alley as it came from the figure.


I could almost hear the grip get tighter and I walked further into the distance.


“No! NO! You’ll kill him! NO!!!”


I felt a tiny blip in my chest. 


The beat built up.










And then…




Before I fully understood what was going, on my chains bounced off the wall and wrapped around the neck of the black overcoat as I caught the other end. In the same motion I yanked my weight backwards and pulled the figure to the ground. His grip released from the child.


A fury of strikes and blows poured from my body to his as if I had no control.


And the next moment I stood over the knocked out body of a short and stout human man with an overcoat.


He was man fully consumed by the Gray-the darkness responsible for punishing me.


Then, I nearly jumped as two small arms wrapped themselves around my knees.


The boy looked up at me and I, down at him. “Are you a superhero? Cuz that was so cool.”


NOT that. Not even close, kid.

I looked at the innocence in his eyes, and then into his hurting mother’s behind him.


Even when it’s against everything I now believe I can’t stop.

I don’t want to do it.

In fact, I refuse.

I wanted more than anything to keep walking to find the one thing I woke up here to find. 

But I simply CAN’T.

And I don’t know why.

All I do know is that there is something in me that tells me the same thing.

I have to help.

Even if it’s against everything I’m trying to do.

Even it it’s against everything I stand for.

Even if everything inside of me screams, “Not today!”

Even if I want to absorb apathy.

I physically can’t.

My body, my mind, and what’s left of my heart…they won’t allow it.

They won’t let me have a say anyway.

I must lend a hand.


Even if it leaves me wandering for eternity.

Even when it kills me.


The mother’s voice mumbled in the distance and the image of their eyes faded out like dots being erased.


Everything went gray.

And I blacked out.