It had started simple enough: Will had been on an assignment for his Uncle Billy when he ran into the Black Marvel. There had been a fight, and then...
He had been hit by the lightning bolt brought down by the Black marvel. When that happened, something within him shifted. The Wisdom of Socrates became muddled, confused, then overran by a foreign wisdom. One that spoke Truth in a way Socrates never had. In an instant, it gave Will a concept of understanding and Justice in a way far more clear than he had before.Everything seemed to shift around him, and the naiveté of his youth was stripped away to see the world as it truly was: Black and White. There was no place for weakness. And his
costume changed to reflect that. Simplicity in the world and simplicity in the way to bring about Justice.
The first thing he did was crush the Black Marvels larynx and break as many ribs as he could. She would not be able to speak for a while, but it was mercy from him that didn't break her over his knee or tear her head off and place it at the feet of his Uncle.
Now, to find more Justice to submit.
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