An Omega Ultima Psionic

The existence of people like yourself was nothing but a myth, thought long proven false by science. Little did the common folk know that you and your kin continued to live among their ranks, preying on them and manipulating them for your kind’s benefit.

From birth, you were instilled with a sense of superiority over the other ‘normal’ humans. You and your people were ‘enlightened,’ ‘elevated,’ and far more ‘evolved.’ The rest of humanity were naught but tools and workers, destined to remain blissfully unaware of their invisible masters while they toil for the benefit and protection of you and your kind. The influence of your kind ran deep, from the shadowy underworld of crime to the highest echelons of world governments.

You were somewhat of a rare prodigy. You mastered your craft from a young age and freely used the normies around you for your every whim and pleasure.

But alas, as puissant as you were, you were far from immortal. You got shit-faced drunk one night and walked right into traffic.