The children were shocked. Literally. The bolt of electricity that ran through them should have killed them all. But these children were no ordinary children. They were the children of a demon.
Their systems were overloaded, yes, but they were also turbocharged. Their metabolisms skyrocketed. Their heart rates accelerated. Their brains went into overdrive. And they… became.
What might have taken years or decades to accomplish, if it happened at all, instead took only a matter of moments. They grew, they evolved, and they became demi-demons themselves.
Tad grew horns and claws. His skin became like fire. His eyes glowed red. He was able to manifest energy storms with just his hands, storms that could rival the fiercest of thunderstorms.
Talia didn’t grow horns and claws. Instead, she grew wings — black, tattered things that nevertheless allowed her to fly. She gained the ability to manipulate the wind. She could brew up a tornado at a whim or call down a hurricane to ravage even the most inland location.
Tate somehow missed out on all these things. He grew strong and massive, as much a mirror to the mighty Hercules as it was possible for a human-demon hybrid to become. He didn’t gain the ability to manipulate anything, unless being able to bend a bar of pure steel counts.
These children became a menace to society. Combined, they could do things that no one had ever seen, and they didn’t have the conscience to rein them in. They tore across the countryside, laying waste to towns and cities, bringing low the mighty and the destitute alike. They would rule the world with an iron fist, and they would show it no mercy.
