"Climax, the Greatest Living Superhero in New York" - according to Super-USA Today's Top 100. My father's side are all male. All supers. Every last one of them. Genetic freaks. All except me. After the war - when supers divided into heroes and villains - they became the city's champions. And I watched from the stands. Only my father and one uncle survived. I'm Ned...aka Climax's ordinary son. Which in a world of supers means a nobody. An anti-Climax of sorts. The official term is 'Lesser.' Long ago, I threw away the idea of following in my father's superhero footsteps. Until the...incident occurred. Now it's thots, murder and super-hood. The villainous kind. Usually supers don't develop powers this late - call it sheer anger and will for what they done. Before they attacked us, I questioned whether I was adopted. I'd finally given up on experiencing a woman's true lust. I was settled: working a 9-to-5, saving, jacking off... Until that night of attack awoke something in me. A spark. Now I'll exact revenge for their lies. They'll know my name. *Witty detective-mystery hero-to-villain smut. With something like meaningful depth. Contains debauched, graphic sexual descriptions.