Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.

Her beautiful face haunted him in the quiet hours, memories of her were painful. He wondered if she was okay, if she was having a hard time with the spoiled Quinn kids. Were they still treating her like a nanny?

He could still hear her laughter, still taste the bitterness of losing her to the very man that pretended to love him, a man he called father.

Hades should never have married Sunshine knowing the two of them had a history, what kind of father did that? He wondered if she had slept with him. He spent many nights agonizing at the thought.

The door opened and an older man with gray hair on the sides entered the room with a cup of milk and some buns which he placed on the table.

"You are refusing to eat. Are you still thinking about the maid?" He asked. "Son, I told you....you will have her. But unless she brings benefits to Cross town.

Cassius nearly glared at his father, Peter Strauss. "I have told you; she is not just any woman. She is special." He massaged the bracelet around his hand.

Peter Strauss did not know what was special about Sunshine or the bracelet his son treated like a treasure. He tried to convince Cassius to eat. But his son just stared out of the window.

So, Peter gave up and left. He made his way to a well-lit office in the command bunker when he handled all his business from. As he sat down, he poured himself some whiskey from bottle which was hiding under the table.

Then, he thought about his son and his obsession with Sunshine Raine. His fingers drummed lightly on a wooden table. The sound echoed through the cold reinforced steel walls, mingling with the faint hum of the generators and filtration systems that kept the bunker alive.

Power flicked now and them, threatening to go out entirely but that did not stop Peter from gulping bitter whiskey. His heart churned in anger. Cassius was not focused and would give a rise to unwelcome trouble.

Peter thought about the Raine sisters, especially Moon, the one with visions of the apocalypse. She was a better choice for Cassius because she was useful. When he first heard about the marriage, he had been furious.

He had almost come out of the shadows to confront the Quinns for making his son marry a maid's daughter. But that would mess up with the plan he had crafted many years ago. So, he held back and waited to get an explanation from Cassius.

When his son called him, it was to relay everything he had Moon saying about the apocalypse. Out of caution he kept an eye on Moon and moved their people and loads of supplies to Cross town.

Who would have known that everything happened as Moon predicted? He was certain that if they were to dominate in this world, they needed her and her visions about the future.

The Quinn group was done they could build a new group from the ashes.

However, his plans had been messed up when Cassius came to Crosstown, without Moon! He went on to confess not only of Moon's cruelty but her betrayal too.

Cassius was Peter's only child. Naturally, as a father, he did not like what he heard. His desire to have Moon by his side had curdled into hatred and a desire for revenge. Nevertheless, he still thought she was more useful than Sunshine Raine.

They could hate her and use her. And when it was all over, they would dispose of her.

"I must find Moon." His grip tightened around the glass.

His plan was simple; survival was not enough. Influence and control over a large territory bigger than Crosstown. All over the country, people were mapping out territories like gangs.

In a world were superhumans were rising, if they were weak, all they had would be stolen from them. Then, they would go from master's to starving, homeless refugees and he refused to watch that happen.

The other reason why he wanted Moon desperately was because of the Quinns. He had lived with the gnawing fire of old grudges long enough. A lawless season was the right time to make Hades Quinn suffer.

Moon Raine had been reborn, according to what Cassius said. She would know where Hades Quinn was.

The thought of his name made Peter's jaw tighten. Once he had seen Hades as a protege, a brilliant young man who lacked resources but brimmed with ideas. Peter had some connections to get them funding for these ideas, and he encouraged Hades to take a leap into business.

They started Quinn group together with Hades walking in the limelight as the face of the business while he remained on the shadows as a dormant partner.

Peter threw more whiskey in his mouth, hand tightening around the glass as he recalled the old memories. He had always believed that the company throne was theirs to share equally for without his connections, it would not exist. So, he manipulated a few accounts.

Later, Hades found out about the shell companies, the embezzlement, secret accounts and the slush fund he had carved for himself out of the company's life blood. Hades had looked at him, not with respect, not with loyalty but with condemnation.

"You will return all the money and resign or turn yourself in and go to jail, " Hades had said, voice cutting, eyes cold. "Seven days, Strauss. I am giving you one week."

Peter recalled the disbelief. He had expected Hades to overlook the simple mistake, not accuse him of corrupting the company. So, what if he had taken some money, the company had a lot of funds anyway. It was not like they were going to go bankrupt with what he had taken! And calling him by his surname was a bit rude.

So, he tried to explain but Hades had been unreasonable. "I am only giving you a chance for the sake of our friendship."

Friendship!! The word had rung like mockery in Peter's ears. Who sent their friend to jail?

With no hopes of turning things around, Peter had made other arrangements in order to survive: Fake death.

He remembered the day he died clearly, a cloudy Tuesday evening and the heavy traffic. He had approached Hades and begged him to reconsider; he had tried to wrap their history around Hades' throat like a rope of guilt. But Hades was unyielding. Then came the screech of tires, the roar of a vehicle spinning out of control.

He had used all his strength to push Hades to the side, he could still feel the impact, the crushing metal, the pain. He nearly died in his own crafted play. And in the eyes of the world, he had.

While he was bleeding and waiting for an ambulance, he had made Hades promise to adopt Cassius.

At the hospital, a doctor that was part of the game, made certain the death was only an illusion. Even Hades saw and believed that his mentor was really dead, but the casket that was lowered into the ground had been empty.

Disguised, he had watched his own funeral, seeing Hades' face twitch in guilt. Days later Cassius moved into the Quinn manor, his name was changed from Strauss to Quinn.

Hades should have lived in penance, burdened by shame and guilt but no, he decided to take everything, the company, the fortune without giving Cassius anything. He wanted to leave everything to his own children.

So, he had come out of hiding and reached out to his son. He was the one that told Cassius to fake being a fool and controlled the game from the shadows, waiting for the day when Hades would lose it all.

But the apocalypse ruined it all.

Peter's hand tightened into a fist. He still had hope to get his vengeance. All he needed was Moon Raine and he would get her.