Super-kor

Super-kor was a hero. He knew it and everyone else did too. Nevertheless, Super-kor always had in mind that the not-so-redeeming thing about being loved and appreciated is that the boundaries that divide humility and vanity might as well be broken by anyone at any time.

His chief power was meant for the hurting hearts of people. No other superhero could grant the joy that Super-kor did. Because there's no greater feeling of pleasure in the world than the absence of pain, most of all if it happens immediately after pain.

Suicidals were who got the most aid from Super-kor. There wasn't gratitude in this world that could be compared at all to what they felt. And it all was such an easy thing for him: Just a matter of placing his hand on the person's chest in order for their heart to be healed, after the most intense ten seconds of their lives. As if being virtual ointments, stitches, massages and rehab-sessions from the most instrinsic depths of his very soul. Super-kor then knew the person entirely, understood and empathized with him or her and then loved them unmercilessly while being within a searing embrace. By the time the process was over, the person had already experienced the catharsis that would've taken them years of efforts and more pain towards a whole new type of freedom back to their soul's innocence. In the end, the feeling of relief was such that everyone, without exception, exploded in a beautiful laughter.

That was Super-kor's power. For many, a hero. Even though he knew that quite frequently it isn't so great to be one...

(to be continued...)

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WELL, WHAT DO YOU KNOW? My dear friend Blanca, whose blog I really love, got her nephew to draw the first Super-kor comic sketches. Check them out! I really loved them, specially when Super-kor lays his hand over the girl's heart while he's closing his eyes. Thanks, Blanca!