An Ascension cabal out to protect the weak in the next world.

You all knew each other when you were younger. You were geeks and losers, beat up and ridiculed by your peers, robbed of a fortune of lunch money and a lifetime of dignity.

Your only sanctuary was the “Habit for Justice” Comic Shop, where Slick Mick ran a loose ship of comic book wonderfulness. You were his favorite customers; he let you thumb material, let you stay after hours, and let you rage in debate over whether Batman or Green Lantern would win in a fight, and what the exact bust size of Wonder Woman was.

Eventually, you all grew up, moved on–and became major players in the Occult Underground, rising from dukes to lords faster than a speeding bullet, becoming more powerful than locomotives. You had your minds on a plane above the rest of the world.

Then Mick got mugged, stabbed eighteen times, and died on the operating table. He left each of you equal shares in the shop, as well as his life savings.

To a bunch of adept and avatar lords like you guys, this was a wake up call; you had all the power anyone could ask for, and you couldn’t protect the one person who arguably gave you the strength you have today. You relaized you’re not really powerful, because you can’t protect much of anything really. The world needs someone who can. Looking around at the racks of comic books, you mused that the world needed super heroes.

Then it hit you. The world doesn’t need super heroes. The world needs The Super Hero.

Your going to put the defender of the weak, the seeker of justice, the common man’s shield against the dark up on that big glass throne. First, you have to find someone, give him a costume, a name, and some powers. After that’s done, you’ll split into two teams: one to guide the Hero, one to set up villains for him to knock down. You’ve got quite a bit of money, and a mystically charged locale in the “habit o’ Justice” (check out Proverbs chapter 3, verse thirty-three) to aid you.

You’ll manipulate the media, get reprints and remakes of all the old books. Hell, Spider Man was a huge hit, and Hell Boy is on the way. Get people to believe in your Hero, and he’ll believe in himself; pretty soon you’ll see him up in the sky–not a bird, not a plane, but the salvation of the next world.

Don’t forget, thoughm that every hero has his weakness, his fall.

And never forget Mick. He didn’t forget you.