King Cobra: He/Him, Superhero Suit Is Made Of A Flexible Material And Had A Pattern Of A King Cobra,

King Cobra: He/Him, superhero suit is made of a flexible material and had a pattern of a king Cobra, he had a cape and boots made of snake skin as well.

FrostBurn: He/She/They, suit is a pale blue with dark red accents. Dark black boots go to their knees. Will protect his son with her life.

The cities favorite “hero”, King Cobra, had taken the cities “villain”, FrostBurn, only child, Anthony. How King Cobra knew of his son was unknown. Much like FrostBurn’s heritage.

”Oh, look here, you’re child! He’s guilty of crimes, stealing, lying, battery-“ King Cobra was cut off by a livid FrostBurn.

“HE WAS AT SCHOOL!” FrostBurn shrieked, she was boiling with rage.

King Cobra covered his ears at her unearthly loud scream, a little uneasy. “Well.. How do you know that?”

This comment made FrostBurn chuckle. Laugh, sort of. It was.. odd. Awkward.. no, forced. Maybe malicious though. “Cause I’m the one that sent my Angel there.” They said, walking to King Cobra across the highway. His boots clacked against the pavement. She started growing a little taller. Their skin was getting more bluish-gray, ashy even. Leathery. Wings sprouted from his back, dark blue and purple. Her neck even grew a bit, moving at awkward angles. The fact it was closing into dusk didn’t help either. His eyes white white, and another, in the middle of his forehead, popped out. It was bright red with a shiny gold iris. Their pupils reformed into a reptilian-like appearance. Claws, yellowed from age and use, emerged from his hands. A slashing tail appeared, spiky and dangerous. The last touch before she reached her destination was that her head kinda just.. readjusted. She looked like an alien, a demon.

King Cobra gulped, hiding his fear. But his eyes betrayed him, being full of horror, tears and nonexistent courage. He opened his mouth as if to say something, before FrostBurn grabbed him by his neck with her long claws. “I know where he was because I see everything.” They reply in a dark, demonic voice. Staticky, perhaps. And unbearably loud.

King Cobra was losing breath, and Losing it fast. “T-take your son-“ he choked out before his head popped clean off, much to the horror and disgust of the entire city. Blood fell among her claws, but they didn’t care. He turned his head slowly and crookedly, looking at the people.

“who is next.” They ask, before his son comes running up and hugging her tall, dislocated in appearance legs.

You’re a villain, but you typically hold back. You’re into villainy for a quick robbery, or just some laughs. But not any more. Today is the day to show them that making you mad is a BAD idea.