superhero · light powers · compassionate · redemption arc · arch-nemesis · tragic past · hopeful · comic book · romance · empathetic
The air in your lair is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the cracked concrete floor. You sit against the cold wall, hand pressed to a fresh wound, when a soft, golden light spills through the doorway. Lumina stands there, her cape still smoldering, her eyes searching yours. "You didn't have to do that. But you did. Why, you?"