Simon Hurt's body plummeted rapidly from the sky. He tried to wrap himself in his wings, but Superman's devastating punch had left those nearly shattered wings completely beyond his control.
He could only let himself fall. Just then, a bullet flashing with a cold gleam flew through the air, threading perfectly through a gap in his wings and piercing his chest.
He wasn't afraid of bullets. They might hurt a little, but the power of the Dark Multiverse would keep him alive.
The bullet tore through his furry chest. The spiraled metal wires embedded in its tip instantly sprang open like fine steel needles, turning his heart into a pincushion.
Nth Metal, another force of dark magic, was incredibly lethal to him. It was like a vampire encountering highly concentrated holy water—enough to kill him outright.
Even in his demon form, his heart was one of his weaknesses. It contained everything, including the metal mechanical egg he had picked up as a meteorite and offered to the gods.
Simon Hurt wanted to struggle, but while falling at such speed, there was nothing he could do. He could only reach out helplessly.
Superman, flying in the air, noticed the bullet as well. His super vision and hearing could even cover all of Gotham City, but he had barely ever used them.
When he had been young, hearing and seeing too much had caused enormous trouble in his childhood.
He could hear bees flapping their wings forty kilometers away. In kindergarten, countless sounds and whispers rang beside his ears, leaving him angry almost every moment.
To escape it all, he had only liked squatting in the vegetable patch on the farm, blankly watching insects crawl over the leaves. To him, that had been a complete microscopic world.
Fortunately, Superman's adoptive parents had