America has always been broken and when quirks came around it began to crumble even faster. With so much power and not enough time to figure out a solution a new law was arranged to keep some form of peace. Even if eighty percent of the world had quirks the number in American soon changed. In the utopia, people were happy, healthy, and were able to socialize with one another and with those that had quirks that had been approved by the court. However, where the light shines there's still dark and that's where our story begins.

Branwen and Vincent were from the quirk side because they were deemed unfit for the utopian side. Their quirks were called Demon's flame and Wolf magic, but they never used it to harm the innocent. One day, Branwen had crawled out of the hole they called home and ran to the utopian side in search of food and clean water, but she was captured by Peacemakers. Before she had a punishment set up a top peacemaker, a hero, sat down and talked to her asking her a few questions about why she was stealing and where she lived. That Peacemaker was Apollo Clawson, a bright and handsome young man with a quirk of light and he had captured the heart of the young woman by using his charm and flashing her a warm smile.

Apollo let the women off with a warning and he told the young woman he would be keeping an eye on her every now and then. He never did mention to the starstruck woman that he was married and had a young boy of his own that was already a year old. Still, the two met in secret for days, weeks, months, and eventually, after one year he proposed to her and they married in secret. Nine months later their first son was born. Apollo looked at his newborn in horror because the baby looked nothing like him for his hair was black and eyes emerald green, plus he had tiny devil horns growing out the side of his head along with little bat-like wings and a black demon tail.

Apollo looked at his mistress in rage and slapped her across the face and yelled curse words causing the child to cry. Vincent had heard the yelling from outside the room and stepped in getting Apollo out and protecting his sister and nephew, but it was too late and Branwen had seen her husband's true colors. For years, Branwen and Vincent moved to get away from Apollo and the son grew to have a more intense version of his Uncles quirk.

The child was named Edgar, after Branwen's favorite author, Edgar Allan Poe, for his darker writing along with his determination to keep his family together. Five years had gone by and Edgar had obtained his own form of the demon quirk called Demon Spawn which allowed him to control a type of green fire, along with the power to seduce people of his choosing. While Edgar and Vincent had left to train out in the forest, Branwen was left home alone to clean up the house and try to fix the shower since Vincent broke it on accident when he went to adjust the showerhead with his demon strength.

While she had been putting the dishes away she felt the hairs standing up on the back of her neck causing her to stop and look around to make sure she was alone. With a shrug, she went back to work, but couldn't shake the feeling that someone or something was watching her every movement. When she had stepped into the bathroom with her tool bag she set it down on the counter then began to adjust the showerhead bolts, but she failed to notice the door closing and locking along with the soft steps getting closer to her.

"Don't scream unless you want your neck slit," Apollo growled into her while covering her mouth with his hand. A smirk came across his lips when he felt Branwen shaking while a gloss coated her eyes as if she were about to cry.

"Now, you're going to stay quiet while I do what I came here for." He whispered then slowly his hands slipped to the buttons of her jeans.

Branwen's eyes widened with fear as she began to squirm and whimper out of an attempt to escape Apollo's grip, but she was met with being pinned to the wall and her jeans being ripped off.

"Now, be quiet and enjoy being breed by me." Apollo chuckled darkly as his other hand undid his own pants.

Vincent and Edgar had been making their way back home laughing along with stopping to wrestle or for a bathroom break. Once they had stepped into the backyard Edgar suddenly covered his mouth and began to gag violently causing his uncle to kneel down and pat him on the back.

"You alright, Ed?" Vincent questioned while rubbing Edgard's back waiting for him to spill his guts.

"S-Something smells awful...like a really strong cleaning product," Edgar replied then looked up towards the house and then back to his Uncle "And blood."

Vincent was silent for a moment before he looked at the house and picked up Edgar then ran inside, but he put Edgar down on the sofa telling him to stay there. He raced all around the house until he stopped at the bathroom and saw something he would never be able to unsee. Branwen was laying on the ground with her jeans and underwear folded on the counter, but her legs were dripping semen and blood.

"I couldn't stop him...I couldn't do anything but let him do what he wanted." She whimpered with a few tears slipping from her eyes.

Vincent walked over carefully to his younger sister helping her sit up and he cleaned up what he could from the ground that fell from her legs. He picked her up and carried her off to bed helping her get changed then with her laying down.

"The police won't help us...I can have him taken care of if yo-"

"That won't be necessary...I think we can make use of the children." Branwen muttered then let out a soft chuckle as she dragged her hand slowly across her stomach in slow circles.

Vincent and Branwen had then discussed a plan in order to get revenge on Apollo for what he had done to her, but they weren't alone with making their plan. Others also wanted revenge on Peacemakers and their unfair ways of treating the people with quirks so they began creating a way to destroy the utopian society by turning against the lawmakers and Peacemakers. Nine months later a girl was born on a cold winters night and she to looked nothing like her father, but the spitting image of her mother with the only difference being her light green eyes.

"These children will be the downfall of Apollo...and the rest of the hero society," Branwen whispered softly as she rubbed the back of the newborn.

Along with looking like her mother, the newborn had little wolf ears instead of human ones and a fluffy little wolf tail curled up around her leg. A soft coo and cry left the pup's mouth as she squirmed in her mother's hold wanting to be fed. Branwen let the pup nurse as she hummed softly while thinking of a name for the little pup.

"I think I'll call you Mara...Mara Clawson."

"Mama...can I hold her?" Edgar whispered softly as to not disturb his little sister from her feeding.

Branwen nodded and set the tiny child in his warm arms then fixed her head so he could see her face. Edgar's eyes widened at the look of his little sister and his heart fluttered at the sight of her smiling at him. He chuckled and nuzzled against her while rocking her back and forth in his arms.

"I'll protect you forever and ever," Edgar stated then sat down keeping Mara close to his chest.

                                                             Ten years later

Edgar and Mara had trained and worked relentless hours preparing for the moment they would take down their own father and along the way, they had made friends and allies to help them achieve that goal. Branwen, however, didn't last long and died one night after she had put the children to sleep and Vincent passed away not long after leaving Edgar to raise Mara. Finally, the time had come for Apollo and his precious family to meet their doom and suffer just like Edgar and Mara had.

They snuck into the mansion killing of the two older children Apollo had with his wife, then they lured her out into the garden so she wouldn't be a witness to her husband's death. Apollo had been in his office looking at paperwork beforehand, but when he looked up his blue eyes met two sets of green eyes laced with bloodlust and rage. He stood quickly from his seat grabbing his bow and arrow with a grimace on his face as he fired the arrows at the young teens.

"Say a prayer, old man! For what you've done you'll be burning in hell!" Edgar roared as he blasted green fire from his hands burning Apollo's skin.

"Say hello to mother for us will you?" Mara asked as she used her magic and held Apollo to the wall then forced him on his knees with her ears flattened back with a low growl coming from her throat.

Both of the teens were ready to kill, but they stopped when they heard a cry along with a five-year-old girl running in and standing next to her father. The girl had pure white hair and eyes along with a small looking body, but the teens knew better than to let their guard down.

"Father, if you are to die," The child started then cupped her hand around his cheek with a sad smile "Then it shall be at my hands." The child flicked her wrist with a silver blade stabbing Apollo in the jugular. Edgar's eyes widened and Mara looked in disbelief as the child took the blade out of Apollo's throat then faced the two teens ready to accept whatever way they planned to kill her.

"My mother is dead so I am the only one left," The child spoke then kneeled down waiting for the burn of a flame or the feel of magic taking over her body, but nothing happened.

"Are you not going to kill me?" She asked softly with a confused look on her face.

"No," Edgar stated, "We are not going to kill you."

"What's your name kid?" Mara asked while crossing her arms giving the child a soft smile.

"Thea...Thea Clawson."