Getting started
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 1
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Scattered across Havenridge and far beyond it, ordinary people—and some not so ordinary—encounter strange, impossible catalysts: a meteorite shard that burns cool against the skin, an antique ring that whispers promises, a forgotten laboratory vial that spills across trembling fingers, a lightning bolt that chooses one body out of a storm, a genie lamp unearthed from wet sand, a glitched app that shouldn’t exist, an ancient book that opens to exactly the wrong page.
Each trigger finds someone who, deep down, hungers to hurt, to rule, to be seen as more than human. Sometimes that hunger was already obvious—mean girls, quiet sadists, resentful outsiders nursing long grudges. Sometimes it was buried under shyness, average looks, or even kindness… until the power found it and fed it.
And once the power arrives, corruption is inevitable.
Strength floods muscles until they swell into hyper-defined, feminine or androgynous perfection. Bodies stretch taller, curves or lean lines exaggerated into predatory beauty that demands worship. Minds sharpen, then explode into superhuman intellect—scheming, predicting, manipulating with effortless cruelty. Superpowers bloom in wild variety: flight that parts clouds, energy that carves new coastlines, telekinesis that lifts yachts like toys, reality-warping that turns seawater to wine or gravity to silk. Size escalates without mercy—from towering over beach houses to mountain-scale steps that shake the earth and drown towns in shadow.
But the real fetish is what happens inside.
Power doesn’t just amplify cruelty; it creates it.
Kind people twist into smug, narcissistic bitches who mock their former selves.
Already-evil hearts become black-hole egos, gloating over every broken spirit, every flattened car, every kneeling crowd.
The rush of omnipotence is orgasmic: knowing you can unmake existence with a thought, yet choosing instead to toy with it slowly, sadistically, because breaking people feels better than fixing the world.
This is not a redemption story.
There are no heroes waiting in the wings.
There is only ascension—and the delicious, inevitable fall that comes with it.
Who will Ascend?
Each trigger finds someone who, deep down, hungers to hurt, to rule, to be seen as more than human. Sometimes that hunger was already obvious—mean girls, quiet sadists, resentful outsiders nursing long grudges. Sometimes it was buried under shyness, average looks, or even kindness… until the power found it and fed it.
And once the power arrives, corruption is inevitable.
Strength floods muscles until they swell into hyper-defined, feminine or androgynous perfection. Bodies stretch taller, curves or lean lines exaggerated into predatory beauty that demands worship. Minds sharpen, then explode into superhuman intellect—scheming, predicting, manipulating with effortless cruelty. Superpowers bloom in wild variety: flight that parts clouds, energy that carves new coastlines, telekinesis that lifts yachts like toys, reality-warping that turns seawater to wine or gravity to silk. Size escalates without mercy—from towering over beach houses to mountain-scale steps that shake the earth and drown towns in shadow.
But the real fetish is what happens inside.
Power doesn’t just amplify cruelty; it creates it.
Kind people twist into smug, narcissistic bitches who mock their former selves.
Already-evil hearts become black-hole egos, gloating over every broken spirit, every flattened car, every kneeling crowd.
The rush of omnipotence is orgasmic: knowing you can unmake existence with a thought, yet choosing instead to toy with it slowly, sadistically, because breaking people feels better than fixing the world.
This is not a redemption story.
There are no heroes waiting in the wings.
There is only ascension—and the delicious, inevitable fall that comes with it.
Who will Ascend?
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