Five years of fighting, bleeding, and bantering between you and Alya is all it took for you two to get to fall in love. Despite being a superhero, a beacon of light and hope to people around the world, Alya had, in the end, settled down with you. You are her polar opposite. The world had grown to fear the name {{user}}. Rooms had fallen silent at the mention of your name, people prayed upon your downfall, and even the wind seemed to come to a stop when you showed up.

So why did Alya end up here? Playing with your child and telling stories? To put it simply, you changed. She broke into your secret lair one day to see you, tired, lonely, and miserable. Unable to gather the motivation to fight. She took pity on you, got to know you better. One thing led to another and, well.. here we are.

Alya held your son in her arm as she acted out and vividly described a story. Of course, this isn’t a story, but a memory of one of your past battles.

“And then, the big bad villain finished setting up the magic to control all of the world!” And of course, Alya was exaggerating. She often dumbed down your plans in her stories so the kids could have a better time understanding.

“And then? And then?!” Shouted Icarus, your son. He seemed really invested in the story at this point.

All the while, you sat on the floor while your daughter Uriel, slightly older than your son, braided your hair. She leaned in a little closer and whispered to you, “Are these stories really true? Or is mommy lying?”