Previously
Following the 3rd Societies attack on Los Angeles, The Cardinal Princess made a stagy attempt to prevent the machine cult from expanding. Tapping into her reality warping powers, the young hybrid goddess trapped the entire society in a small community. It was not without a price; Maya had to sacrifice the heart of the person she loved the most, Ziccarra.
In the months waning Maya found refuge in the arms of her father, Thee Champion.
Now.
The night progressed without too many problems, a minor accident here or there, but nothing to immense for her to handle. Being the child of two different brand of deities blessed Maya with a plethora of skills and abilities; most of them she’d yet to master. Her father, Thee Champion provided a commanding presence in the town that deterred major crime. It was the perfect training ground for a rookie hero, but it didn’t possesses the excitement needed to fuel an active teenage mind. She flirted with the idea of joining one of the world’s most prominent organizations such as, The Champions; but her mother forbid it. It was never explained why, Maya could only gather that Ziccarra wanted them to operate as a family; which she totally understood, but she didn’t like it.
Her relationship with her father was awkward to say the least, she knew he loved her; and she knew she loved him; but other than having his DNA they really didn’t have anything in common, aside for watching classic films; which she was almost sure he only watched just to spend time with her,
In-between doing chores and patrolling Malaga; Maya frequently submitted her portfolio to modeling agencies hoping to land a small gig. She received callbacks from numerous agencies; but wasn’t able to find the time to make one.
She rounded the villa for the third time making sure all her chores were finished before her father returned; there was something she wanted to ask him, something her mother had already said no to. She wanted her own identity; to break away from both the Cardinals and New Gods all together.
In short she wanted to live and act on her own, as she pondered what she would say a blinking red light on her mother computer snagged her attention. “Brahma Bull…” She murmured, reading the title on her mama’s terrorist tracker.
She remembered her parents having a conversation about him in her quantum files, but she was never able to place a face with a profile. “These patterns…he’s not just in one place” she thought, retracing his route. “Looks like an affiliated gang.”
The small villa shook, Maya immediately pulled away from the computer slightly freighted at the forceful exertion. Hastily tip-toing across the room, she snagged her sketch book full of her uniform ideas; she then moved across the kitchen grabbing his bocadillo hoping to win his favor with her afternoon treat.
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