Spirit of Vengeance

by Dantegrey

Marvel AU/ONESHOT Noble Kale, the Ghost Rider, temporary Supreme sorcerer of earth, Angel of Death, Seraph of Retribution; is one of the Avengers, one of the most powerful heroes of earth but when a crisis threatens to destroy all what he protects and cherish, he will face the impossible to save them all. "I am the only one who could walk among the words, I am the Ghost Rider".

2. Rider 2

USS Philharmonic/Genosha water borders

The silence in the command room was dense and heavy, none of the eight superheros present in the room could utter a word after the bomb Captain America has dropped on them, and what its worst, was the fact that almost all of them, considered Wanda a loyal comrade not so long ago.

Noble has only needed an hour of riding to get into the battleship and joined Logan, Peter and Carol in the outside of the ship; they were in the deck of the ship, along a dozen of fighter planes that were being geared up in case things goes south.

Captain Marvel, Wolverine, Spiderman, Captain America, Ironman, Ghost Rider, Doctor Strange and Black Widow were present on the room, they are all the available avengers at the moment and along the X-men, they would have to be the ones that had to put a stop to the Genosha crisis.

Genosha was one of those countries that the rest of the world would like to ignore, as their population is practically entirely made of mutants and some humans here and there, families and things of the sort that took residence in Genosha to be with the people they loved. So far Magneto has been doing a good job, keeping the mutant population safe and slowly growing into developing country but this mess with Wanda could send back Genosha; and the rest of the world probably; back to the stone age if they were not cautious.

Wanda hit bottom, when she accidentally erased Hawkeye from the world, literally, she screamed and in a burst of magic, she made Clint Barton disappear like he has never existed, then she collapsed and Magneto appeared to pick his daughter and bring her back to Genosha, where she will be safer. But it seems that his plans did not work as good as it seems, considering the massive amount of Chaos magic that was emanating from the center of the island, the place where Magneto placed his residence.

All the heroes had his own thoughts about all this, and not few of them wanted blood for the magical; accidental or not; murder of Hawkeye, the man has been part of the Avengers practically since the beginning and dying like this was not a good way to go.

Noble on the other hand, had other preoccupations, he has been monitoring the chaos emanations and surprisingly, he has found a solid patron on it, something that make him suspect that there was a third hand in all this, no Chaos magician would establish a patron like this for their spells, that would be contrary to the essence of the Chaos magic. Meaning, all this magic had a purpose, has an end and an objective to achieve and judging for the amount of power involved, this was going to be a global change kind of spell.

Noble was silent during all the debacle that has followed the recent reports of activities in the Genoshian borders, the mutant population was fortifying the coast and considering the variety of powers they have, any military operation will be suicide to say the least. Any case, Noble was meditating over the patron of the spell, he has saw something very similar before, not sure where but there was something on it that ringed a bell on his memory and it was not a good memory.

Steven had raise a barrier that would prevent any telepathic intrusion in the planing session, Genosha had the best spy network in the world after all, just send a telepath to find a secret and voila. Not to mention Emma Frost, AKA White queen has been reported as main teacher in one of the most prestigious schools for young telepaths inside the island, that alone; considering how she alone was more than enough risk for the security; granted that installing some very powerful psy wards was a must. He listened to the last plan of Cap and changed his position, calling the attention of all the presents to him, the route that Steve was drawing, will only end in disaster.

"Do not force his hand Captain" advertize Noble "despite all his defects, Magneto is a worried father, if you bring him war to his yard, he will respond, hard, and we know how dangerous Magneto is when he is cornered".

"We are getting out of options, fast, Noble" shook his head Captain America " considering the mutant population they had, it will a complete suicide to send in troops and Magneto has blocked any diplomatic attempt we have sent him".

"I know Captain" nodded Noble " I sense the massive amount of magic that is gathering in the island, soon it will start affecting the systems of the ship and ,possible a couple of hours later if the spell is not finished by then, will start to mess with your perceptions".

"What are we dealing with here Noble?" ask Captain America with a tired voice, the menaces were just adding one on top of the another and the good guys are starting to notice, how the less and less of them are and how the dangers just keep growing.

"With the injured mind of a cursed innocent" sighed Noble in the same voice " Wanda is injured, her will, damaged and exhausted, the stress of her life, added to the need of perfect control to keep her powers in check, was too much for her".

"Fuck it, Rider" grunted Logan " what if she decided to do the same she did to Barton, to the rest of the world?".

"As nerve breaking as that though is, never forget that she will not want to die" replied Noble with his usual calm and solid demeanor " she wanted to live as much as the rest, what happened to Clint, although a tragedy is the result of an accident, I'm afraid that Wanda has been push beyond her limits and this is the result of such actions".

"Don't get it G.R" said Spiderman " are you telling me that Wanda has no idea of what she is doing?".

"More or less, yes" nodded Noble and the rest just reacted with surprise, sadness or just shaking their heads " She is slowly losing control over her sanity, the perfect state for a Chaos magician as their powers will not be contained and she could just do whatever the hell she wants".

"And that's why we have to stop her" there was sadness and tiredness in the voice of the Captain.

"Ha!" barked Logan " easier said than done, you see Genosha Cap, their will fight for her, Magneto couldn't have picked a worst moment to play papa bear".

"Rider, would her death stop all this madness?" asked Black widow and part of the presents look at her in horror.

"Perhaps" shrugged Noble " or it could make it worst, depends of what are her last thoughts".

"What?" ask Captain Marvel " tell me you are not seriously considering kill her; she was our comrade not two weeks ago".

"Then she vaporized Barton" interjected Logan in his usual rowdy style.

"I will not participate in an assassination" stated Peter solemn.

"Neither do I" added Miss Marvel.

"That's a solution I do not even consider" stared Captain to Wolverine and Black Widow who just stared back.

"Not to mention, it will only complicated things further" said Doctor Strange after exiting his trance.

The astral is a complete mess, and he was more than just shaken for the massive amount of power that was gathering over the island.

"At this point killing the caster, unconsciously or not, will only provoke a massive explosion of unleashed power" shook his head Steven taking a glass of water from the machine in the room.

No one missed how his hands trembled, he was visibly pale and sick, the bags under his eyes a proof that he has not sleeped in days.

"Chaos power; I even shudder to think what could happen if that happens".

"Dammit Steven, you forced the soul protection again isn't it?" growled Noble putting his flaming hand in the forehead of Steven and quickly muttering a prayer, the effect was instantaneous, clearing the bags and giving a more healthy tone to his skin.

"My apologies old master, but it was needed" smiled Steven, still thirsty from the ordeal.

Noble grunted and slapped Steven back, making the sorcerer wince from the impact.

"I did not teach you soul wards, to see you jump to the shark pool lad" said Noble with a serious tone, even now he was still considering Steven a young and brilliant pupil, but a little fool sometimes.

"So, what can you tell us Doctor?" said Captain America.

"It is a ritual" said Steven " or it did seem like one, it is focusing all that energy into a point, then Wanda only had to express her desire and the magic will make her words reality".

"That's it!" exclaimed Noble suddenly " that's why it resulted so familiar to me, Kotodama, she is just using Kotodama without any words, oh God above how I hate chaos magic, its almost unfair".

"You lost me" twist his head to the side Spiderman.

"Make two of us" add Miss Marvel.

"Kotodama, meaning words of power, ancient Japanese style of magic" explained Noble "you take energy, say the word and it happens".

"Abracadabra and all that?" questioned Spiderman with curiosity, he was a scientist after all.

"Easier and more powerful" said Strange " you said car and a car will appear in front of you, as easy as that, but the power is needed to fuel even the most basic of the Kotodamas spells is huge, only gods dare to even try".

"Chaos magic" pointed Noble out of the window of the ship to the island " she spokes and it happens remember, Chaos does not obey any rules at all".

"Oh, that's unfair" said Spiderman and Miss Marvel snickered punching him on the arm to shut him.

"Totally concur lad" nodded Noble " but then, it works to our advantage".

"How?" ask Captain America.

"Kotodama, even if is enhanced by Chaos magic, can be undone or reversed or twisted" explained Steven, seeing some hope in the horizon.

"We, either Strange or me or any superhero you had with any mystical affinity, could enter in the vortex and pronounce new words" continued Noble " effectively shutting down the spell and perhaps using the connection between the energy and Wanda to put her into a healing coma, where we could treat her broken mind".

"Sound like a plan to me" smiled Captain America, who has learned to trust into Noble judgment and skills when it comes to magic "and is much better than any other we had so far".

"Move people, we will deploy in ten" said Captain to the rest of the heroes " we had to reunite with the X-men and the rest of the Avenger availabe in the beach via teleportation, Strange, that's your call".

The heroes start to move to the deck where they will join the others into the attack into Magneto mansion, only to cut down the massive spell that was casting, no matter if intentionally or not. Captain feared a lot of resistance, after all, all the population has powers up to some degree and all of them will defend the daughter of their savior from any outsider, no matter if they are the Avengers or Galaktus itself the ones calling at the gates.

Noble feared that this conflict will only weaken even more the good-guys rooster, the seed of dissension and mistrust was already planted, it was only time for it, to grow and collect a bountiful harvest, diminishing the numbers of heroes. Between the law to private all of them of masks and the constant pressures of the life of the superheroes, it was a matter of time before even the best of them will fail to the pressure and another warrior would have to carry the blade.

He has seen the cycle enough time to recognize that some dark times where looming in the horizon, it was only a matter of when will the lighting strike and how will they face the storm.

In resume; business as usual.

But for that, he will have to survive this mess and make sure the heroes are ready for another round, because there is always another round.

Noble was the last exiting the room, as the rest of the heroes had already moved but he surprised a little, finding Spiderman sitting in the wall near the door waiting from him.

"Ey, G.R" saluted the man in the red and blue suit " just wanted to thank you for saving the bacon of Mattie and Black Cat out there".

"Uh?!, how come you already know?" said Noble, it was not a couple of hours since he left both in the hands of a doctor of his trust.

"She texted me" said Spiderman showing Noble one of those things called phones.

Noble felt the sudden urge to facepalm himself.

"Of course, those accursed things that only serve to flood you with thrice dammed spam mail" groaned Noble looking at the thing " I hate those apparatus Spiderman, they are only a headache".

The laughs of Spiderman resonated through the ship as he crawled on the cell of the corridor accompanying Noble into the deck. As Captain had promised, they soon found themselves standing over the beach of Genosha, ten members of the X-men and another group of Avengers had reunited, elevating the number of heroes present to the triple digits. Noble was over the sand of the beach, eyes on the sky as the light of the magic of Wanda could already be seen by every one, being magical sensitive or not.

The ritual was already reaching his climax and that would be a very bad thing, not to mention Noble has sensed something odd in the power; the one that emanates and is controlled by the unconscious of Wanda is clean, pure and chaotic as Chaos magic can be, but the mass of the spell, the typhoon of power that is gathering over it is tainted with the reek of sacrifice.

Blood sacrifice, someone is empowering Wandas magic by sacrificing people, up to a point where she could have use Kotodama freely and send ripples through all the earth.

Fools, this was like throw an ignited matchstick into an ocean covered by gasoline to clean the waters; it was far worse the remedy than the sickness. A lot of heroes were preparing for the battle that will come, a lot of them knew the auburn haired woman and still considered her a friend, such thoughts were dangerous in the battlefield. An amalgamation of thoughts and emotions was present in the souls of the heroes, some were just wary of the possibility of being invaders of this country, one of the few places on earth were they could be accepted.

Others just wanted to end this as fast as possible and be back to their own devices, others just enjoyed the opportunity to enjoy themselves in the thrill of battle and others simply were there because it was their duty as heroes to help as many as they can.

Noble was proud of being an Avenger, no matter how many times did he discuss with Captain America about the attitude and reactive way of doings things and how they are a lot more preoccupied with what the world would say, than the real threat.

The work the Avengers, the Fantastic Four, The X-men, the Defenders and so on goes the list of super teams; is good, its necessary, something has to uphold the balance, no matter how many times the bastards tend to trip on their own toes, they persevere and keep maintaining the earth safe.

World domination?, stupid; money, fame, fortune, glory?, temporary at best.

Only the Eldest one is eternal, and even God will have to see the time and the universe collapse as it happens time after time, since the beginning of the cycle.

Sighing mentally, Noble turned to study the heroes that had reunited for this battle.

From the boasting Hercules to the young Shadowcat, every one of them heroes that had suffered quite enough at the hands of fate, yet they persevere and that determination is something that he could respect. Was not so different from his own stubbornness after all, only differently focused.

Cyclops and Captain America were already discussing about strategy and how to proceed, Noble could sense dozens of souls moving around the place and sooner or latter, a telepath will found them and sent reinforcements to drawn them off the island. The wards that young Rachel Summers has put around them to prevent psy detection were solid, but Noble and Steven had added some extra layers as an extra precaution, with all the Chaos magic that is floating in the air, the wards could simply stop working any moment or shove all their thoughts into the head of any nearby telepath.

He could sense the distrust that the X-men fell around the Avengers, not really a surprise for him, there was not exactly love between both groups lately, it did seem that everything they done, only served to widen the breach between the mutant community and the cape community. Such a stupid distinction, they are all humans, their souls are the same, their bodies and blood are the same, their minds are the same.

One can do wonders, the other need tech to do so, that was the only difference.

That was stupid and foolish.

Humanity is limitless, potential knew no bounds; that was God tried to smash in their tick skulls since the begging, they were all made in its own image, male and female, that means they have infinity potential, if only they would see that, it was obvious yet none of them seems to realize and the few that saw it were ridiculed by their more " sensitive and intelligent" kin.

Mankind never learn, but they try, and that's a point in their favor, actually the only one he could think about now.

"Good to see you around, Noble" noticed Noble how She-hulk has appeared at his side, along other fellow Avengers " I am a little surprised you decided to join this party".

"It was against my better judgment, but circumstances forced my hand" sighed Noble " anyway, good to see you too Jen, didn't see you since that mess in Canada with Alpha flight, I thought you will be busy with the trial of the Conglomerate ".

"Don't ever remind me" she frowned, Jennifer Walters, AKA She-hulk, strong as Hulk and one of the better lawyers that exist, she and Mathew Murdock are the best bet when you had a legal problem to deal with and you are a cape.

"That case is a complete nightmare" she sighed " I will fight Galaktus, with an arm tied at my back than pass another day at the office".

"Something that a lot of us share, up to a point" added Black Widow adjusting her bracers " you don't want to know how many reports we had to fill, when Shield helped in that operation".

"Bah, how could we drown ourselves in ink and paper when battle awaits us?" laughed Hercules as boasting as always, the Prince of power was always a joyful addition, pity Thor was impossible to locate, since the supposed Fall of Asgard.

" A sentiment with I completely concur" laughed Noble " but please be cautious my friends, this is a battle that could only end bad, as we could see the need of spill the blood of innocent ones".

"Damn, you had to say it" punched She-hulk his arm with a solemn tone.

"Where did the plan of keeping her safe at all cost go?" snorted Black Widow.

"There" pointed Noble to the turbulence of light and red streaks that filled the sky of the island "I will do all I can to protect Wanda from herself and to prevent any casualties, but I can do nothing if the loyal to Magneto wanted to play kamikaze on us".

They were professionals, in fact Hercules was an immortal that had seen more than enough blood, so they all understood what Noble wanted to say; Jen, however was a lawyer and taking a life, no matter the circumstances was against the law that she swore to protect. This was a very thought pill to swallow, and the fact that she was already neck deep in a complicated case on where an innocent was forced to kill heroes in Canada, only aggravated the situation.

"Just remember my friends, we are Avengers" said Noble and just channel a bit of his power as Seraphim to add weight to his words " and we had never failed humanity before, they will need of us and we will come, we are Avengers and if we can not save, we at last can Avenge".

All three of them stiffened their posture, their will reinforced by some words, its wonderful how the words could do the impossible.

Be careful for thoughts became words, words roots and became realities.

Soon they were called by Captain America, to inform them of the strategy they will follow during the mission. Noble was not a strategist, every time he played a strategy game with Captain or Black Widow he had lost, that doesn't mean he can not be a bastard when the time is right, but for now he will follow those who are prepared to lead.

Neither Zadquiel nor him were generals, but monsters that roam the battlefield; you only need to point him at something and he would do the rest, just make sure the cleaning team had extra supplies to clean the gore around.

In a sense, he approved the plan.

Doc Strange, being human as he was, was more prepared to deal with the typhoon, if he gets inside the maelstrom, there was a tiny possibility that it will become even bigger, as the typhoon will feed on the massive power core that the essence of a Seraphim was and that will only make things complicate.

So, he was put on the distraction teams, the ones that have to put down all security patrols they found and cause enough commotion to distract the forces in the house of Magneto; allowing the small infiltration team to go and cut short whatever the hell is happening inside.

Noble find himself among the lesser infiltration oriented heroes, She-hulk, Hercules, Colossus, Miss Marvel, War machine and Iceman. All considering, they are a group that can cause a shit ton of damage if they wanted, however they had an order, search and neutralize all patrols they could find, Noble was among them in case some Chaos magic slipped and start affecting them.

The groups moved and Noble felt a chill.

That itself was a novelty, he didn't know a body like his could fell something like that, in fact it should have been impossible, but these days impossible was a very common thing, however the chill itself was more akin to a premonition. He didn't know he was a Farseer, in fact none of his powers had nothing to do with prophecy itself, for something like that he usually went to Julia Carpenter.

The blind ex-spiderwoman has the ability to see the Webb, the line that connects all lives, a very fascinating piece of art that was made by Anansi, the primordial spider, one of the oldest animal gods in existence.

This chill was something that put him on edge and make him stop for a second as he quickly check his wards, perhaps the chaos magic has started to filter and was messing with his powers but there was nothing like that on his wards, so all of this could be a trick of his mind.

Things just got curious and curious.

Noble step in the ice ramp that Iceman has provided for the non-fly capable of the group, so they could move faster, it was a clever action, so Noble just hoped in and enjoy the ride, releasing a bit the chain on his arm. He put his hand in the shadows of the duster, looking for an appropriate weapon, he didn't want casualties but that doesn't mean he will not hit hard and without mercy, for his amusement, he extracted a large baton, about two feet long, golden and metallic, engraved with enoquian runes of strength and victory. Playing with it a little to accustom to the weight and form of the baton, he observed the two heroes of the sky, as soon as he raised his head, both of them were already dodging a dozen of lasers, fire and lighting beams that came from some point ahead in the beach.

Hercules laughed and pointed to a bunch of missiles that were right in his direction, Iceman grunted and was ready to change trajectory but Noble put a hand in his shoulder and tell him to keep going. Releasing a lot more of chain, Noble tossed the chain in a straight throw, imbued with the soulfire that was the core of his powers, the chains became an extension of him, he could control how the links of metal will move and so did.

The chains shoot like serpents and circled all the missiles, stopping them in their trajectory and crunching them, making them explode without any harm, as few things on earth could cause any harm to the metal the chains are made of.

"Wow" resume Iceman, still focus on bringing them to the fight.

Noble drag his chains back, and they simply circled his chest and arms ready to be deployed again at his master will.

"Showoff" laughed She-hulk thundering her knuckles and ready for some old, good, action.

"As usual, your dexterity with those chains of yours would have earned you a place among Odysseus crew any day" laughed Hercules, looking for the battle.

They didn't have to wait longer, rushing for the attack of the missiles, Iceman soon bring them into the middle of what it like to a tidal wave of mutants of all kind that were fighting against War Machine and Miss Marvel like there was no tomorrow.

Noble just jumped in the middle of their lines and start dispatching them with ruthless ability and swiftness strikes to vital points.

Soon the rest of his team join the fray, Hercules with a loud battle cry that made Noble smirk, the Olympian will never change; stamping themselves against the mutant horde to prevent them to reach Magneto house and cut the path of the infiltration team. Noble let his chain dance and done at their leisure, being part of him, he could control it perfectly and by so it became a whip, a barrier, a lance, a hail of sharp links, whatever he need. Versatile as hell and complimented with the baton in his hands, they became a storm of metal and fire that cleave a path in the middle of the horde.

The baton block what seems to be a talon, from a bird like mutant, and his chain grab the body of another that was like the Thing but with hair and a lot of jewelry, pulling the chain, he slammed the rock man into the bird mutant and them cross their faces with the baton leaving them both k.o. Not a second after, he rose his chained hand and block a stream of ice, the ice soon covered his body but the ice just crumbled when he augmented the output of his flames and shattered the ice, provoking a wave that grounded a dozen mutants around him.

Ice, please, that was so cliche that it made him laugh, as soon as he started his superhero carrier a lot of mad scientists and criminals had just try to put him on ice; from spells to liquid nitrogen and none of them had succeeded.

The surrounding fire was Soulfire, the pure essence of Heaven, the fire that lighted stars and bring the first humans to life, they would need something akin to Yimirs ice to make him fell a chill.

And speaking of which, he felt another one.

This time was double the size and despite being in the middle of a battle, he raised a white dome around him and double check the spell patterns around him; the sky was a red and white as he remembered, so the spell was still working and it has been only ten minutes since the start of the operation, so, where does this chill come from?.

Odd.

Collapsing the barrier, as it has been attacked by a dozen of mutants with elemental attacks and pure brute force, he charged them and start putting them down with his usual ruthlessness, he only allowed himself an extra measure of brutality when he faced one, whose sins were greater than the common rabble that surrounded them. It did seem that Genosha did host people with criminal pasts and Noble was all about rehabilitation, but true rehabilitation and not that poor excuse of bureaucracy shit that he has seen in the penitentiaries all around the globe.

Perishing the thought for latter, Noble put down a trio of lizard like mutants, hitting them on their heads with the baton in quick and brutal succession and tossing them chained, to a big and resilient mutant he tossed in the water after that. Miles and miles ahead in the water, it was a long swiming back home; he used that strategy with a lot of super powered brutes that are all about strength but are sorely lacking in any other department, tossing them into a mass of water or into an empty land, reduces the risk of any innocent being harm by the fight.

He broke the arm of a young piroquinetic, she screamed when the twin bones of the forearm snapped under the strength of Noble, without losing the arm, he kicked another mutant in the chest with enough force to knock him out and then put the young fire psi talent to sleep with an arm lock.

His chains were already broking and choking, snapping and crunching, it was better to had a broken arm than having their organs reduced to a pulp by the sudden impact of an unbreakable chain with force enough to trash a tank like it was a beer can.

The combat was a joke, or at last, that what it seems to Noble.

Oh, he was pretty sure than a non-empowered hero like Punisher or Swordmaster will have a lot of problems, solved with a lot of ammunition in the first case, but in the case of the ones involved in the battle, it was just a matter of time before they win. Considering the strength, the endurance and the powers involved, the little army of mutants can only use the horde card and it was pretty useless against people who could absorb his attacks and smash them like pins.

He channeled some fire into his chain and with a whipping motion, the links separated and went flying in all directions. It was like a grenade would have exploded in the middle of them, and they were lucky, the links were dulled, if they were sharpened as usual, all will remain of a dozen of them would be a very mangled pile of fleshy and bloody bits.

Soon the explosions and the sounds of all kind of rays start to wear down and the lamentations of the wounded started to became louder, the groans of pain of the incapacitated victims soon became the only sound apart from some minor fires in the nearby forest and the ice over the sea water, crackling for the difference in temperature.

"Fah" spitted Hercules in the sand with a frown " this was not a battle, just a bunch of children being spanked".

More or less, what Noble thought, but then, he repaired on how young the mutants were, perhaps he has been to rough with them, but perhaps it would serve as a lesson for all of them to what they could expect if they dwell in the way of the violence. Some of them did have talent, however they were rude and they molested each other instead of collaborate. Seems that only a few of them knew what were they doing and they have been taken down quite quickly, the rest was just as Hercules said, adults beating the shit out of them. Well, their work as distraction did work like a charm, the noise of all this fight would not doubt call in for all the reinforces, the island could call in, and fortunately even big bad Magneto will come out to play.

Aaand speaking of that...

Noble raise a hand and block completely the two tons iron beam, that said master of magnetism has launched at them without even batting an eyelash; the iron beam was directly at him and the rest of the diversion team. Noble has to admit that he was honestly surprised, he had never taken Magneto for a fool, and the man had enough battle experience to recognize a diversion when he sees one, and yet, here he was, accompanied by an electric girl Noble did not recognize and a pair of brutes, one of them was an old sidekick of him from the days of the Brotherhood.

Usually one will think that they were the ones in inferiority, but with Magneto around, calculations, went off the window quickly. He didn't even start talking with his usual grandiloquence and that put Noble on edge, however, when the beam at his hand suddenly twisted and became a ball of iron that imprisoned him and start crushing, he sighed and focus on the moment.

As soon as he pronounced a word inside the crushing metal egg, the mortal iron went white hot in an instant, melting like ice in from of a torch, he didn't care about the molten metal over his body, it was nothing compared to how his own flesh could torch apart the sun.

Literally, that's the bad thing about the power of a Seraphim, they took things literally, they were given a task and a purpose and they did posses all the authorities they needed to fill that role, considering how a lot of them just shape the reality in the earlier days, it was not a surprise.

Noble observed the scene and sighed inside his mind, once again, mission accomplish.

They managed to get Magneto out of his house to play with them; Hercules and She-hulk were busy dealing with the pair of brutes, one of them was already covered by a metallic like skin that made him shine under the sun of the day and reflect the exchange of electric blast and ice spikes that Iceman and the electric woman were having.

Not a surprise War machine has got out of the battle, his systems were not ready for Magneto, he would crunch him inside his armor without any problem, Carol, on the other hand was giving him a lot of trouble. She could absorb any lost lighting from the battle below and use it to empower herself and smash, by brute force, the magnetic bubble of Magneto, even shooting at him some of her photon blasts; she was playing this like it was an air strike, quick hit and run.

Carol was one of the best pilots he has ever saw in action and when she acquired the power of flying, she only got better at it.

Noble focus on Magneto, Jen and Hercules had their battles covered and Iceman even seems to be enjoying the action, so it was up to him to end this battle and for that he will have to use some magic. He couldn't fly, that was not among his powers, of course he could call his warhorse, but that will add another powerful magical presence to the already overloaded magical web of the Chaos spell Wanda was unconsciously creating. Not to mention he didn't put wards on the mount, considering that he will not use him this time.

Time to get creative and for that and considering who was his rival, he had the perfect spell, something that he pick up from an old dragon as paying for the surgery he performed on him, after he had a battle against Captain Britain over West Hampton.

Noble chanted the words and open her skull jaws as much as he can, however he did take a bit of time to use those things called earplugs, to inform Carol of his intentions, she will kick his ass, ten ways to Sunday if she got caught in the blast.

"Marvel; Rider here, I am going to shoot Magneto a massive stream of flames, attack when the shield starts cracking".

He could see the smirk on Carols face, when he informed her of his intentions.

A sudden and loud ignition like sound, deafened every one in the beach; when Noble, like he was some kind of dragon of old, breathed enough fire to imitate the ignition of a space shuttle, the burst of flames and heat traveled the distance between him and Magneto in a blink. Magneto widened his eyes and frenetically empowered the spherical magnetic shield that has been protecting him from the attacks of Captain Marvel, sensing the impending doom that was the stream of fire that has appeared from nowhere.

The fire and the shield collide like a hammer against an anvil and the shock wave send Carol flying backwards almost twenty meters, even the people fighting on the beach felt the pressure that the impact has provoked but all of them shrugged it off easily, between their superhuman resilience and endurance.

However, the fire and the shield were emitting such an amount of light and heat; one trying to overcome the other; that blinded the fighters who couldn't see well, only the lighting girl and the metallic man seems to be all right. The metallic man take advantage of the occasion and sucker punched Hercules, sending him flying into the little and already damaged forest around the beach; meanwhile the lighting girl send a volley of lighting against Noble, who couldn't move as it was the only weakness of the spell, you have to be still to channel the fire.

He was about to create a shield with his chain but Carol appear in front of him and absorb the electric rain like nothing, smiling and feeling much better now that she had recharged her powers a lot.

She smiled widely and punched the electric girl on the face, sending her to the ground where she groaned; the sand around her starting to scorch and became black and fragile pieces of crystal; before Captain Marvel landed over her and punched her again and again, until she fell unconscious.

Damn she was ruthless when she wanted and the smile on her face was beautiful, a truly blonde angel of war.

"Thanks lass" sound Noble in her earplug " let me start the fireworks, you go help Jen until Hercules gets back from the jungle".

Not has he ended that phrase, said demigod appeared with a roar over the fighting group and landed directly over the metallic man, cracking his skin and making him scream in pain.

"Never mind" chuckled Noble.

Focusing back in Magneto, Noble increased the output of flames and this time channel part of his own Soulfire on it, unfortunately for the Lord of Magnetism, despite all his good intentions and the good job he was doing in Genosha, he was responsible for the deaths of a lot of people, for the death of thousands, and all of them screamed Vengeance. The fire duplicated his strength and Magneto could only see the apocalypse coming for him, before the magnetic bubble cracked and he was sent flying into the distance, his body badly burned from the massive heat and power of the flames.

The charred form of Magneto fell into the forest beyond the beach, deep into the mainland and far more deep than he was going to travel to check if he was alive or not, honestly he didn't care a lot about it.

What Magneto has done in the past is not easily forgive, not forgotten; and him being an angel of Retribution with capital letters had some difficulties on tuning down the spell, so he didn't kill the mutant and give him time so he could redeem himself. Noble was all about redemption and put people in the right track, but he was not an idealist and knew that for every one true seeker of redemption, there was a dozen bastards who will stab you in the back, as soon as you turn your back on them.

This time was too much at stake to be with kiddy gloves.

Cutting the fire, the rest of the Avengers reunited again, even Warmachine, who seems that he too has had some action in the skies; most probably mutants with flying powers trying to fall upon them where they were busy fighting Magneto and the other mutants.

"Well, so far, so good" said War machine trough the speakers of the armor " team beta is having a lot more difficulties, as they were facing old brotherhood members and other people with real war experience, Alpha is under radio silence since five minutes ago".

She-hulk stretched her powerful body, the little fight has been exactly what she need to forget the damn case she was neck deep in.

"Not much of a challenge" smirked the gamma amazon.

"Humph, this was not a battle worthy of the Lion of Olympus" grunted Hercules with a frown, he was feeling very disappointed.

"Be happy that Ghost Rider was capable of dispatching Magneto so easily" laughed Carol still a bit hyped by the electricity recharge she has absorbed "otherwise this could have gone south fast and ugly, nice trick by the way" said Carol with a smile to Noble who was busy readjusting his lower jaw.

" Thanks my lady; its called Dragons breath" with a loud snap, the jaw clicked in his rightful place " very powerful spell, that allows me to imitate the fiery fire breath of a ancient dragon" explained with amusement in the voice.

"Magic, bah!" snorted Hercules " you are a worthy warrior Rider, why resource to the foul and treacherous ways of magic?".

"Supreme sorcerer of earth for a short time until Doc Strange could pick up the mantle" shrugged Noble "I am magic incarnate, now that I thought about it".

A sudden explosion cut the conversation short when all the power lines converged into one single line and along that explosion, the universe, all the world around the Avengers disappeared into an explosion of light and a single set of words.

"No more powers".

The Space between dream and reality

Noble sighed.

He was sad, truly sad, he understood yet no matter how much he trusted in the good going of things, the universe always finds a way to bitch slap him into the harsh reality with a shit ton of new responsibilities and a dozen new menaces that had to be deal with.

Still, being ripped from his body was something new, he was pretty much sure that something like that was completely impossible, unless direct divine intervention, the level of a Throne or a high level deity like Hera. Chaos magic, sure way to have a headache along with time travel, he knew well, has had more than enough of both of those, and his human part was three hundred years old, meanwhile his core as Seraphim, was running around since the beginning of the creation. Well, he had his wings back, all six of them; it was good, he had forgotten how good actually flying was.

The empty space was not a surprise for him, this was a place between matter and mind, a space that can be accessed only by those who had already ascended into a higher being of things or simply are illuminated enough to know how to enter.

Ironically a lot of crazy people was capable of entering here, not to mention the uncountable mind gods that plague this place, everything that humanity has ever dream was here.

Nightmare should be around here, feeding in the fears of the humanity as he usually did, but it was not time to kick the ass of the Lord of Fear, he had an entirely different task to do before he could vent some frustrations with the parasite.

After all, he was dead.

Dead as one could be, his human body, his anchor to the reality was dead, and as Seraphim he couldn't posses a dead body, it will taint forever his essence and the sudden corruption will be more than enough to destroy his core, before he could anything to prevent it.

Laws of heaven are unbending, the Burning Ones can not taint the purity of their souls and purpose.

So, he was fucked.

And he had still a shit ton of things to do, there is never enough time, there is always something that must be done, something that must be accomplish. Not by him, so it seems.

And he was having such a good time...

But lamentations are for lesser beings.

Noble Kale or better said now, Seraph Zadquiel, extended his wings and let his flames burn like a sun as advise to anything that could be lurking around. The pure radiance of the Seraph it was like a sun has exploded in the middle of the dimension, raging fire illuminating even the darker corners of the place, showing to those that hide in the shadows, that there is a new alpha predator in the neighborhood.

Noble/Zadquiel was divided by his human emotions and his Seraphic perceptions, both of them flowing at the same time, at the majestic celestial form that he has taken in the only place where his dead state could not reach him. At last for the moment, soon Death will come for his soul; Azrael takes his job very seriously and Lady Death even more, she was permissive sometimes and gives some souls that distract her eternal watch, some measure of extra time to sat good bye, but she was a harsh mistress when she wanted and Noble/Zadquiel prefers not to mess too much with her.

She had a mile long vindictive streak.

First comes first, he must locate the focal point of his own death, something not that easy when all the place is completely messed up, he didn't know what on earth Wanda has done, but the time has stopped and...

Ah.

No, the time stop thing was his own doing, that's why he was in full Seraphic form and inside the only dimension apart from Heaven when he could exert all his powers without worrying of the consequences.

So, when Wanda pronounce her desire, something that sound incredible farfetched to Noble/Zadquiel, the reality became what she had desire and to prevent a massive global change, Noble/Zadquiel abandoned his human host, something that killed the host immediately and enter into this space between realms to produce a time stop.

So, he had a short pause before all went pear shaped; stopping the time was not as easy as everybody think it is, the time is never fully stopped, you could pretend to stop but sooner or later the time will recover its natural rhythm, well you could put yourself out of it; in a perfect frozen point. But the time beyond you, will go ahead, realities that are created in a flash, universes exploding in a glorious big bang, universe collapsing again when Galaktus ended the last star and the cycle could begin again; Death smiling at him and waving a hand...ok, now he was losing himself.

Back to the main topic, the focal point.

Noble/Zadquiel just had to track himself, following the invisible marks that lefts when a being as powerful as him goes anywhere, it was not very complicated, it was only a matter of concentration and perception.

Soulfire lefts a mark, such is his power.

It was then a simple thing to just follow the trail of Soulfire and finally arrive to the place where his human body will be laying and to the center of this world shattering spell or worst, something was telling him that the spell has changed something more than just the earth. Such power at such a scale could cause ripples through the reality and start affecting other civilizations, the matter was how those reality scale changes could be disabled and what kind of after effects will suffer all the affected by them.

Focusing on his own Soulfire, he left behind the dimension allowing the darkness to grow once more.

Nightmare has sensed him and he simply said good riddance to the Seraph, he was too dangerous to cross, not even Mephisto wanted to mess with the Ghost Rider, he has conquered and keep a layer of Hell for a century, so none of the Demon Lords wanted to call the attention of the Rider so he wanted to do an encore of the stunt, this time, in their realms. Other Lords of Fear, mind gods, ancestral entities, etc, noticed the passing of the Burning One and despite some of them will love to challenge the angel, this was not the appropriate time, reality has been altered to a level that few of them could really understand and they were consolidating their power bases before making any move.

That was good for Noble/Zadquiel, who was not in the mood for a pissing contest with any of them, free of the chains that the mortal flesh and human mind had on his Seraphic core, he was more than capable of stand his ground against entire pantheons, burning them down like he did with Lucifer the day of the Great Fall.

Speaking of which, Satana was going to kill him, again.

They kind of broke some time ago, but still, she considered him, her unique property, no other hussies allowed; and that kind of difficult any other relationship, when the daughter of Satan considers you hers and hers only, no matter if she was the one that broke with you. Well, in fact it was something akin to a dimensional jump with the rest of the Thunderbolts, but still, she was a little egoistic and told him that he would better not dare to cheat on her, despite she was the one that had bumped him.

Women, demon or human, they were always complicated.

Any how; now that his human part has died and his Seraph core was free, the most probable outcome will be his return to the celestial chorus of Seraphs in the Golden throne, he will no longer be Noble Kale but became Zadquiel completely.

Nah, not interested, his life as Ghost Rider, as Avenger, as Defender, as Supreme Sorcerer of Earth, as patriarch of the House of Kale, as Witch Doctor, as Midnight Son, as biker, brother, friend, comrade, lover, fatherly figure, grumpy old man, and so goes the list on, was fucking interesting to simply let it go.

But sometimes sacrifices must be made and now he was beginning to understand what were those chills he has been felling when he was in the beach came from, looks like he was going to be the proverbial sacrificial lamb. He followed his own trail and he facepalmed himself with one of his wings when he took a look to the world the poor girl has left, after she stripped the world of all his super powered defenders.

The Avengers were now using all the Stark tech they could, under the guidance of an old Captain America now that the Supersoldier Serum was no longer in his veins, trying to defend what remains of earth from a super powered coalition of super criminals. IMA, Hydra, the Hand, name it, all of them had lost their superpowers but the real powers of this organizations came with the numbers and now that the playing field was even, only tech for all; the good guys are in severe disadvantage.

Ah, and the aliens and supernatural didn't give a shit about the No powers spell; they were no humans for starters and by so, they were not affected by the spell, well, not the majority of them.

A dragon has no powers, they born that way, same could be said of any fairy, demon, angel and so goes the list on, the words of Wanda were a complete clusterfuck for humanity as they had lost the any advantages they could have to face the darkness. Ah, the magic didn't disappear neither, not all of it at last, the hermetic magic that has a lot in common with science, the alchemy and similar branches of magic where perfectly fine, so the few magicians that did survive to the first onslaught were putting a brave resistance against the incoming darkness.

Of course, she forgot that mutants were not powers, they born that way, so now they all lived under a mutant empire, leaded by Magneto and his family who were called the Dynasty of M.

Now he was convinced that this was a joke, that the Oldest one was messing with him, this was madness, this utopian empire will crumble as soon as Magneto kicked the bucket, neither Lorna, neither Pietro were prepared for the burden of leadership.

Oh, God, what is this mess?.

Fortunately, it can be solved, it was only matter of play the right pieces and all the puzzle will crumble.

Whispers, the gift that some angels had to infiltrate in the minds of the mortal kin and start prophecies and all kind of messes, don't even make him start about the crusades or how they had to put a goat in Abrahams way before the crazy fucker almost kill his son. He will not be so subtle, he was going to hammer the true reality into the heads of some of his friends, so they could understand how messed up the reality was...although now that he thinks about it, how come he was seeing all these things occurring at the same time?.

Then the realization hit him.

Because there was not only One reality, but a dozen different ones cohabiting together in the same space time.

Once again, he hated Chaos magic, he didn't saw a mess like this since the first days of earth when the angels played with the primordial clay and fire and created earth and all things that are on it under the guidance of God. Just don't ask about dinosaurs, that was a failure, he told Numaral, the angel of the heart of the beasts, that reptiles are not a good idea. Good thing, Chiton managed to shoot down her petrel plaque before she could convince the rest of the Thrones that a race of cold blood beings were a good idea.

So, the threads of reality were just dancing between each other and all of them trying to be the dominant one, as the Chaos magic Wanda used; sacrificed based one; could only empower one of them, the others will collapse sooner or latter and the reality was already barely holding with duck tape and a lot of prayers. There was only one being in all the universe who could see the world in such a way, and he had sworn that he would never intervene in any event, they were observers not offering help, not offering nothing, only to witnesses the events that could change the world they are assigned to watch.

"Uatu" said Noble/Zadquiel.

But he didn't pronounce the name with vocal cords but in enoquian, a language that establish purpose, the language that made the earth in the first days, so when he said the name, was not only telling a name but calling him as it was his true name, the one that contains his essence.

The bald giant; dress in his eternal blue and white toga with golden boots and gloves; appeared in front of the Seraph, his expression unreadable as usual, looking at the Seraph in front of him with the same indifference that uses with everything.

"Watcher, Observer, you know that this is not right, this is not natural, Chaos magic has force the change" said Noble/Zadquiel showing the silent cosmic being the multiple realities that were about to clash and mix with each other until they destroyed themselves.

"The multiverse is already damaged, too many cosmic beings and Dimensional jumpers messing with the foundations of the reality, has tossed the balance into disarray" the Seraph burn brightly as his human emotions enhanced the power of the Seraph echoed, even Uatu has to frown from the sudden radiance.

"Balance must be preserved at any cost, this is not balance, this is madness, all of those realities will just butcher each other and the aftermath of such clash, will only mean that the rest of the adjacent realities will experiment their own chaos".

"The Oldest one did not create the universe to see it torn to pieces by a sudden whim of a poor sick child, this can not be tolerated Watcher, you and your race know this very well, the Sin you committed at the begging of the universe, is what forced your hand into your role as watchers and witnesses, never intervening unless the universe is about to end".

"Well?, I am pretty sure, the lost of an entire set of universes and only God knows how many cataclysms in the rest, would be suffice to force your hand?".

"No Seraph" said Uatu, speaking for the first time in the same language as Noble/Zadquiel "I will not intervene".

"Coward" cut the Seraph short " don't shield yourself in the oath that Watchers take when they took their responsibilities over a world, don't even dare to hide yourself form the responsibilities you have when you had already broken the oath".

Uatu felt silent and start to move to left the place when the power of the Seraph burn like a sun, obliging him to shield his eyes, even for him, who was capable of walk under the heat of the surface of the sun, the light of the Seraph made him broke a sweat.

"Don't you even dare" thundered the Seraph " you will not walk away from this, son of Ikor".

Uatu froze when he ear the angel of Heaven call him by that name, it was impossible for him to know that information, only a being older than him, older than the earth itself, could recognize who was Ikor and what blood did he share with one of the oldest of the Watchers.

"Surprise, coward?" there was a whip hid in the words of the Seraph and Uatu find the sharp touch of his words none of his liking.

"You have no right to pronounce that name, son of the Golden Throne" hissed Uatu "that was not for you to know, the secrets of the Watchers are from the Watchers, don't dare to threaten me or you will suffer the consequences".

"I dare!" roared Noble/Zadquiel and his fury sent the watcher a step back as he focused his own considerable powers to face the Seraph.

Uatu was no pushover by any means, at full power he was more than a match for even Galaktus himself but Noble/Zadquiel was a Seraph of the higher order, a being that only God was capable of erasing completely and his human fail safe was no longer.

Soulfire and Cosmic power clashed and the dimension was vaporized by the sudden clash of such devastating powers. None of them had done any aggressive movement against the other, yet the pure presence of their powers combined was more than enough to crumble the foundations of the dimension on where they stood.

Nightmare sensed the clash and along another dozen of similar beings, high tailed the hell out of the place, so any lost bullet didn't send them collapsing into oblivion.

Uatu was surprised and not in a good way, the power of the Seraph was more than a match for his and yet the Seraph was so tinted by human emotions, that it would have been a miracle that his human counter part had not already exploded...ah, he has forgotten that.

There was no longer any human counter part, he was a pure Seraphic essence, one that could match the gods of the earth and laid waste to their pantheons, he was the fire and rage of the Heaven, the Ghost Riders.

The Watcher could recognize a serious threat when he sees one, and now that there was not any chain that could slow down the Seraph, he was a very powerful being, completely devoted to the duty of correct the reality.

Uatu created a pure force cube to contain the radiance of the angel but with a single swing of his middle wings, he totally obliterated the containment before send another burst of light in all directions; like the shock wave of a bomb.

The Watcher rose a shield and observed how it blocked the onslaught with easiness.

This was getting nowhere and the Watcher knew it.

In a match of pure power, he was probably far superior, but the Seraph had no limits now, he was pure power and in this state it was more than probable that he will suffer gravely wounds if not the menace of death, if he started a direct conflict against the angel. Still, he angel was right and he knew it but his oath prevented him to intervene...

He has already done it, he liked the human beings, as chaotic and insignificant as they are, their potential was greater than any of the other races of the galaxy. They could grow in power and strength, up to a point that they could be a new power in the already stagnant empires of the rest of the universe, from the crippled Skrull, to the bellicose Kree, not forgotten the ambitious Shiar and so goes the list. In none other planet exist such diversity, such craziness and life than in this mud ball called earth, perhaps that was one of the reason because Uatu would have hated to see the end of the planet.

No matter at whose hands, the complete destruction of earth was not something so far fetched that could not be done by the hands of the already more than powerful enhanced populace of earth; from magicians to mutants.

He has already helped humanity in a four hundred occasions, the majority of them in a subtle and swift manner, so it could not be traced to him and be put to trial by the council of Watchers, back in his own home planet. In recent years he recognized he had to take a more active role, specially after the Onslaught debacle that send several powerful heroes of earth into another reality, where they had been living and surviving for an entire year.

But he has never intervened directly and none will force his hand.

Uatu channel a powerful eruption of cosmic power and send the wave directly at the Seraph, this ridiculous conflict must end, this was useless.

And then the Seraph cut the wave in two.

The ridiculous radiance of the Seraph became focused in one single cut that cleave the wave in two and keep going until Uatu stopped it by raising a hand and blocking it, with a massive and equal barrier of cosmic energy.

Still, a soft cut in his glove made the watcher pause, looking at the golden and beautiful sword that the Seraph was sporting in his hand now, he knew that sword and know full well how much power, power capable of ignite suns and destroy planets; that sword could hold.

Deus Xiphos, the sword of Metatron, the sword that bring the judgment of God itself.

A sudden change could be felt in the posture of both beings, until now Uatu has considered the Seraph a child with a tantrum, but now, he was respecting the being for the immense power that he represented and under whose authority was him acting. Even the Watchers had to be careful around the forces of Heaven and the Oldest one.

"This is pointless Seraph, I will not intervene, the reality will correct himself, even now there are special ones that remember" Uatu made images appear in the air, showing a bunch of individuals that were as the watcher has said, fighting with the memories of another universe " those few will send ripples that will eventually led to the correction of the reality".

"Your cowardice astonish me" roared Noble/Zadquiel " those are sacrifices, lambs sends to the slaughterhouse so the reality; and its not a certainty; could be set straight, and I ask you, Watcher who is capable of see all consequences at the same time, how many will be destroyed?".

"That kind of ethical dramas are not of weight in this decision" shielded Uatu in the oath.

"How many?!" roared the Seraph.

"Uncountable, every change leads to another reality that leads to another decision" shrugged Uatu.

"Four a hundred and twelve realities will see his demise, they will vanish like a dream, only remembered by the ones like us" the disappointment in the voice of Noble/Zadquiel was like a slap on the face of the Watcher.

"How many will perish if you intervene?, if you allow me to find the original Scarlet witch and cure her?" the whip on his voice keep lashing Uatu who just keep silent but do the math in his head and had to admit that the Seraph had a point.

"None" conceded the watcher, what was logic, was logic and the numbers didn't lie.

"Then what are you bloody waiting for?" the human was more than evident in his voice and Uatu almost smirked.

The defiance was deeply engraved in the human souls, they will never surrender, there will be always one that would challenge the unknown, that will carry the torch. That was one of the reasons why Uatu was so protective over mortals, they were unique in the stagnant picture of the galactic empires. There was no need of words, beings like them has longer surpass the necessity of verbal communication, capable of communicating through telepathy or even more strange methods, so there was no words said between them and yet an understanding was reach.

Plans were made, test and countermeasure were developed and modified so the Watcher could not be accused of intervening in any way or form, in front of the council of his peers back in his own home world.

Both disappeared from the dimension and the darkness reclaim the place again, much to the relief of the inhabitants of the place, the light of both of them was more than enough to burn his souls with their mere presence.

They were creatures of light and they had no right to interfere with the darkness.

Of course, none could admit that they feared the power of Uatu or the Seraph.

The travel of Noble/Zadquiel was not as rough as the Seraph was fearing it would be; no matter how resilient his core essence was, being drag between hundreds of dimension so he could put the pieces in motion to save as many realities as they can, was a taxing task.

A lot of surprises in those travels.

He already knew how the universe was infinitely layered, how exist a myriad of multiverses all at the same time and how they could interact and mix between them up to a point, but the sheer variety of the consequences of what Wanda has done was a little mind blogging. There were simply, too many realities and of course all of them wanted to beat the shit out of each other, as only one of them could be stable and keep going, the rest will vanish or be obliterated in a second, it will be like they have never existed in the first place.

Noble/Zadquiel get back to work and moved along all those dimensions, reaching for the individuals that could make a difference and help the place to stabilize, to give them a reason, a motivation and a possibility, so the universe on where they live, could continue existing.

He had to hammer their minds a little sometimes, a lot of said individuals were a very stubborn and strong willed personalities that had a ton of problems to accept some truths but at the end, all of them could be organized to do what must be done. It did not pass unnoticed to him, how a lot of said individuals are similar in all realities.

Logan, Peter, Carol, Jean Grey, Thor, Emma Frost, Bruce, Xavier, Steve, Janet, Doom, Fury, Maria Hill and a hundred more.

With variations here and there, but in all realities, at last one of the previously mentioned were vital for the continuation of the universe, they had the influence, the contacts, the force of will or whatever was necessary to made the push that send the reality back in the right direction. He has to admit that perhaps it was a little unfair for the alien races, but unfortunately for them, the focal point of their realities was a very psychologically damage Chaos magician of humongous powers, so this time, they had no saying in this debacle.

Traveling between dimension was taxing indeed, but at the same time he was having the time of his life, it was so similar to the first days, when they created the universe along the Oldest one; all creation happening at the same time, in so many layers that only beings of pure energy and purpose like them are capable of keep up with the establishment of what everyone consider reality today. Humanity has barely scratch the surface, no matter how much the scientist of the XXI century fills their mouths with how much had they discover and how the science was the greatest gift for the humanity since the invention of the fire.

Sometimes he understood why Melchizedek wanted to smash his book all over the head of those arrogant fools, only a century and they already believed gods, poor cretins, mastering the inner works of a complete reality was way beyond their minds and experiments. It was not arrogance, it was just that the humanity was not evolved enough and what is worst, they were putting their hopes in machines that did the work for them, they were stunting his own growth, as they only order a computer to do all for them.

The ones that were evolving at astonishing rate were the machines, from scratch to dammed IA in less than a century.

Humanity was running too much and that was what has lead to this situation, instead of machines, the result of them tinkering with God domain had brought these consequences and people like him are the ones that had to deal with all the resulting mess. Sometimes he pondered at the idea of just ask for professional insurance; much life firefighters and police man, they did the same job but the dangers are bigger and the consequences of their failure simply catastrophic. The government will never allow something like that to ever happen of course, that will be like legitimate the superheroes and that will cut short the ambitions of any political leech who wanted to make himself a career by belittling some less popular heroes and by so win some quick votes.

The idiocy of humankind was as infinite as their potential.

Traveling and putting pieces on the table was a very extenuating activity, specially when you had to convince the one hundred and forty versions of Peter/Logan/Carol/Jen/Stephen/etc, to get their heads out of their asses and start moving already.

They have a lot of work to do if they want to keep existing.

As Seraph he has forgotten what it was to see the world from a hundred different perspectives at the same time, and he has to admit that he has forgotten to accept, to recognize how the possibilities are endless and how the universe could be all and nothing at the same time. Millions of events that happen and did not happen, yet happen and yet they did not happen.

Glorious.

Not a surprise the Chaos spells were so spectacular, this was Chaos incarnate and inside that chaos, order and civilizations where born. It was like seeing a child play about how the Heaven created the multiverse the first time, he did felt a nostalgic feeling waving over him for a second, after he pass through another reality and had another chat with the chosen ones of that dimension.

Noble/Zadquiel completed his end of the bargain and at the speed of thought, he took the direct route to the root of all this dimensions.

The core of all this fake/real realities was none other than a wounded woman, someone that was in pain, someone that has been forced beyond her limits and had paid a high price, not even knowing that someone was empowering his unconscious magic with blood sacrifice.

Ignorance was no excuse in the world of magic but at the same time, Chaos magic is ignorance of what the fuck was about to happen as soon as you want something to happen, Chaos grants you what you want, however not in the way you want, in fact in any ones wanting ways.

Noble/Zadquiel travel through the non-space, pass through the Microverse and accelerate when he reached the end of the universe and get back in a spiraling trajectory, he had to know what is hiding in the deep corners of the mind of the core of all those realities. Knowledge is power, true as hell and what is best, he could use that knowledge to heal a sick girl with too much power for her own good.

Somethings happens, Metatron always said that one of the worst days of his eternal existence was the day that he had to appear in front of a young Jesus and told him that he was going to die for the redemption of all humanity sins. He was innocent, he was not of sin and he was the son of God, yet he had to die in one of the most painful way humanity has ever developed, surrounded by criminals and under the despite and hate of the same humanity he was dying for.

Unlucky, angels could not drunk themselves, Metatron and Azrael almost tear apart the creation when they observe the torture of the poor child, Zadquiel wanted to join them but he was busy plotting how to fuck for life a cretin called Longinus and any other bastard that injured the child. Dark days those, the Heaven was never the same after Jesus took one for the team, perhaps that was one of the reason why Zadquiel became a Ghost Rider, to enact retribution on the same stupid humanity that had killed the son of God, despite how he did save them all.

He has to admit that landing in the middle of a snowy forest was not in his calculations, neither it was to have a corporeal form; passingly resembling a mix between his human for and his Seraph form; and of course he didn't expect to find a wooden house in front of him.

The weather was criminal, the blizzard was shacking the trees like the toys of a raging boy and the snow make it impossible to see anything in front of your nose, the howl of the wind was deafening and the constant fall of the snow make moving a very hard exercise. Good thing he was not bounded by human limitations, otherwise this could be seriously problematic. His eyes, over the surface of the wings that hide his face from the rest of the universe, opened allowing him to see what was in front of him and noticing how the wooden house had only three inhabitants.

Noble/Zadquiel cursed in his mind, this was going to be seriously dangerous, in the creation that was nothing as dangerous as a mother protecting her progeny and inside the wooden cabin, Wanda was nursing a pair of babies like they were the most precious thing in the world.

Well, he has seen worse happy places, so much was true, but this will complicate the healing in a lot of ways, it was time to put an end to this chaos and bring her back.

Facing the blizzard like it was nothing, the Seraph just walk to the entrance of the cabin and with all the politeness of the world, just knock on the door, calling the attention of the woman inside with the sudden knocking on the door. The situation was a little surrealist, a giant six winged angel, was politely calling permission to enter inside of a house with a defenseless woman with some kids.

It was classic twist for one of those terror films that the younger generations of heroes tend to see nowadays, being honest Noble/Zadquiel has seen some, just as pure curiosity and laugh his ass off so hard that he had to go out of the cinema for annoying the rest of the presents.

"Please leave us alone" whined Wanda from the inside, she was more than capable to sense the humongous presence of the seraph behind her door.

Now, one could think that it could have been simpler to the seraph to bust the door and put the fear of God in the mind of the woman, destroying the spell and set the things right, unfortunately, thath kind of kick the door and beat the head of the villain to a pulp, was never a real solution in the real world.

"Wanda, I am not here to harm you" sighed Noble/Zadquiel " please let me in, it is a very cold weather out here".

Remember that all in this dimension is a representation of Wandas mind, a manifestation of her power and thoughts, resolutions made form and substance from the nothingness. One of the most dangerous powers that the Chaos magician posses, is the ability to create something from nothing, completely ignoring the laws of the universe in a way, that all the rest of the magicians could just observe gobsmacked.

So, kick in the door and kill the monster tactic was utterly discarded, not to mention, she was a woman with two babies in the middle of the forest, it would be wicked if he just kill them all and destroys this little refugee in the middle of anywhere.

The silence extended between the both of them and the blizzard just got stronger, forming a cape of snow and ice over the wings, shoulder and head of Noble/Zadquiel who patiently waited for Wanda to make a decision.

Nor that he cares a shit about the blizzard, he has suffered way worse weather conditions when he was flying through realities, but he has to admit the cold sensation in his wings was quite welcome after so many time being a skeleton covered in flames. Slowly, almost with fear, the door started to open slowly, revealing a very distress Wanda, who peek through the tiny space that she has opened, eying Noble/Zadquiel with suspicion and fear.

"Hello Wanda, may I enter?" saluted the Seraph.

Wanda just keep staring at him, trying to figure out what he was doing here and what his intentions could be, as a side note it was a very curious thing that despite the strong of the snow outside, neither the wind, nor the snow has affected the door, now that she had opened it.

She opened the door and Noble/Zadquiel nodded in thanks for the gesture, entering in the warm house and taking sit over one of the wooden stools near the kitchen, kitchen that filled one of the walls of the house. Wanda close the door with some effort to fight the wind; now the wind was trying to push the door; how curious; and move back to her children who were soundly sleeping in their cradle, the smile on her face was real, she was happy and Noble/Zadquiel felt seriously bad for what would happen in the next hours.

Well, at last she has founded her happy place, the core of what she wanted in life, and seeing how she only wanted to have a family and live where she lived when she was young, the Seraph has to admit that it was a very good desire. It was interesting how the majority of the happy places he has found during his adventures, have always a relation with the things that we don't have in life, Heaven had a very similar method, give the soul the craving he had for all his life and from there, let them evolve and grow into a state of enlightenment.

Wanda start singing to the sleeping babies, a boy and a girl, twins for what the Seraph could discern of the mass of Chaotic energy that was their bodies and souls, sooner or latter, they will collapse and with them Wanda will collapse too.

Poor child, fate had an ax to grind with her.

Noble/Zadquiel just sat in the chair and the eyes of the wings over his face start digging all the things that surrounded him, common and supernatural, and after a minute of research, it was not a surprise that all of this; from the humble glass at his side to the body of Wanda; was a very complex construct of Chaos magic given shape, form and consciousness.

So, as he has feared, they were residing in the deepest corners of the mind of Wanda, hiding within her desires and dreams. Nice digs by the way, he always liked the cabin in the forest kind of life, far from all the shit the humanity tends to did to themselves.

"So, how have you been Wanda?" started Noble/Zadquiel to test the waters " I didn't see you around the Avenger tower these days".

"I'm happy here Noble" replied her with a smile, slowly caressing the cheek of the girl in the cradle " I always wanted a family and now I had one, they are a blessing for me".

The Seraph sighed and understood this was going to be a lot more difficult that he initially considered, she must recognize the mess on where she was hiding, this will collapse at some point, there is nothing eternal except the Oldest one and even him will face Death at the end of the days.

"So I see" nodded Noble/Zadquiel following suit " have you been progressing in the mastery over your magic my friend?" asked casually, wanting to guide the conversation to a specific point.

"Agatha says that I am competent enough to do not cause harm to my surroundings" said with a proud smile, the same smile that one makes when he achieved something after hours and hours of effort.

Agatha Harkness, a very competent witch that has helped both Avengers and Fantastic Four for years, considering how knowledgeable she was and how she knows perfectly well how unruly the Chaos magic really is, there was no way in hell she could have said something like that.

"Could you show me?" chuckled the seraph with amusement " your magic is as unruly as your gypsy soul Wanda, I will believe when I saw".

Wanda puffed in offense but she rose her hand a red sparks formed over the empty glass at the side of the Seraph, changing the water of the inside in a black substance with bubbles.

"Coca-cola?" deadpanned Noble/Zadquiel "seriously?".

"Oh, shut up" she puffed again and with a shade of a blush, she kept singing to her babies.

She has forgotten any possible fear about what could be the intentions of the Seraph, and it was not a casually, as soon as he entered the home, he had performed and hospitality spell, one that grants that all people invited to enter into a house must always keep the best of his manners and never spill the blood of the host or the other guests.

Wanda, although unconsciously, has sensed the spell and how it prevents him to do anything rash and that has quelled all her fears, now happy to see a friend after so much time.

Noble/Zadquiel pick up the glass and took a look at the dark liquid, with a sight, he stood up and move to the kitchen to drop the beverage in the faucet, apparently, it was coca-cola, however it has a very crucial difference to the common coca-cola that you could find in the supermarket.

"Wanda, as much as I appreciated a cold refresh" commented the Seraph dropping the liquid on the faucet " but I think you have overloaded a little the spell".

The black beverage touch the bottom of the sink and the hissing of the metal corroding, could be heard over all the comfortable silence of the wooden cabin, a trail of smoke surged from the sink and a deep, acidic smell lingered from a moment in the air.

Wandas face took a red nuclear color after the obvious failure of the transmutation spell, she was in control now but even then, sometimes she overloaded things, it was not her fault that her powers were so big that sometimes they slip and just overdone things a little.

"So, perfect control eh?" smirked Noble under his wings.

"Oh, shut up" said Wanda again, carefully covering the bodies of her babies with a soft blanket so they will not feel any cold.

"We are always in time for a little review" chuckled Noble offering his hands, palms up, to her so she could put her own over his and start channeling her magic.

Wanda huffed but compiled and put her hands over the palms of Noble, as soon as they began, the magic around them start to coalescence into a red and golden auras, none of them in conflict but in harmony. Noble felt a pang of guilty in his human soul, but the soul of the Seraph soon cut it, it was needed and there was none other way to repair the reality.

It started with a widening of the eyes of Wanda, then she looked around frenetically and screamed in pain and fear when she discovered the truth about all that surrounded her, her powers went mad, a chaotic surge of pure entropy and possibility, a tidal wave that will vaporize everything around her. But the wave disappeared as soon as it appeared, when Noble/Zadquiel exert his own powers over the soul of Wanda, the act of touching the hands was more than just a gesture to help her channel and control her powers, it was an act that allow the Seraph full access to her very core, she has invited him to enter in her soul.

And it was time to do some reparations in her damaged essence.

"Please stop" pleaded Wanda with a semblance drenched in tears and pain " please stop, I do not want to suffer anymore".

"Wanda" he just said her name and she stiffened, not because danger or the promised of pain but because it was her name, a call to the core of her soul.

"Wanda, you are the only one who is hurting you" explained the Seraph, not letting the witch go, not until she learned and healed herself " your powers are a very heavy burden, yours is the ability to shape possibilities".

"I don't want it" whined the poor child " I killed people, I lost my children, I don't want to suffer anymore, I don't want to cause more pain".

"That's the price of the power and the responsibilities that comes with it, but did it not bring you happiness somewhere along the road?" smiled the seraph under his wings " you loved, you felt happy, sad, anger, embarrassed, exalted, exhilarated, crazy, funny, unbelievable, impress, honored, cared, desired, playful and so on?".

Wanda stood in silence as the words of the Seraph were not just words but images, sensations and memories as well, all the adventures she lived with his fellow Avengers, all the times she was part of that family that was the Avengers and all the wondrous and terrible things, that she had witnessed during all those times.

"Even the most glorious one fell, Wanda" chuckled Noble/Zadquiel "there is nothing akin to perfection, only effort and a lot of embarrassing failures all the way to the goal, but it was not totally worth it?, never regret to love Wanda, such is the most wonderful gift any being could have, love is a sensation that could make you high and drag you to the pits of hell with equal easiness".

Wanda was slowly sobbing and slow but steady she was moved to enter between the wings of the celestial being, who just hug her like the scared and confused child she was, she need comfort, she need a breath that the world has denied her.

"You committed a lot of errors, yeah, you screw up big time, sometimes".

The soothing voice of the Seraph contradicted a little his words but he was trying to reach the girl, not scare her even more and made herself hide in the deeps of his own subconscious, forever.

"But fortunately for you, you are one of the few that can undone what you have done and then start anew; for even in the darkest nights they will be a glorious dawn".

Wanda just basked in the comfortable presence of the angel, for the first time in weeks she felt at peace and that was just the mood the Seraph needed for the healing to work, however, one can only heal those that wanted to be healed and that will be the trick, all of this will be useless if the girl just shut herself and refuses to accept what has happened.

"I will not abandon you Wanda, think me as your own guardian angel for this occasion, together we will heal you pain and mend the broken bonds" announced the seraph with mirth in the voice, Wanda has reverted to a more child-like mind and as child, almost every one love to had a caring protector watching over us.

The reality disappeared and Wanda find herself being carried by a six winged angel that show the infinite variations of the universe she knew, however, she soon fell an immense guilt as how her actions has brought severe pain to the world and how some of her best friends has suffered from it.

"Consequences; no matter how careful we are with our choices, there is always consequences" they float to the origin of all those realities and when they reached the center of the Maelstrom, she flinched and start crying softly.

She was there, hugging the dying form of his silver haired brother, as the fight has cost his life, when he was trying to reach her, however, she could see too, the variety of actions that had lead to that moment and in one of them, she saw how his brother has orchestrated sacrifices in her name, so her magic will feed on the blood and when the time was right, pronounce a set of words that would transform the world into a mutant utopia.

"There will be only mutants" nodded the seraph and show her how it could have been possible, how it could have been a utopia and a distopia, and the end of the earth and the beginning of an Empire and the extinction of the human race, and so goes on until the infinitum.

"Do not hate or blame your brother, Wanda" read the mind of the woman the Seraph " he was a loving brother, trying to do what he thought it was best for all of you, for all his family and friends, for his people".

"You, Lensherr bunch, tend to be a little over the edge when you wanted to make a point" chuckled the Seraph and Wanda softly blushed a little embarrassed, it was true that her family was infamous, their history was not precisely bright and honorable, or at last, not in the eyes of the rest of the world.

"But alas, you are not the only one who had done similar shit, just ask the Richards or the Starks, by the Oldest one, not even make me start with the messes Odin and his kin has done for eons, now that is overkill" humor, humor in the face of the tragedy, the business as usual kind of attitude, that half of the capes community had to adopt if they wanted to survive another day.

Noble/Zadquiel made both of them land in a silver platform, in front of the floating and glowing image of the moment that cause the eruption of the realities, the pivotal point that could prevent of destroy completely all the realities.

"Wanda, I am not a god, only a miracle worker but I am a Seraph and by the Golden Throne I swear to you, that I will respect whatever you choose" he let the hand of her go, this was a decision she had to do by herself, but he stood near her, letting her know that she was not alone "this is your Rubicon, this is your crossroad, so tell me Wanda Maximoff, what is your choice?".

Wanda look at the wings of the Seraph and despite not being able to see his face under the wings that covered his face, she could felt the kindness and support of the angel waving over her, she was not alone but the angel, a being that could rip her mind and just force her to do whatever she wanted was offering her freedom of choice.

She looked at the myriad of realities that danced in front of her, all of them created by a desperate act, by the guilt, sorrow and hate she suffered when the world just broke her and made her suffer. In her haste, in her hate, she has done terrible things to people she called friends and all of it, no matter how she tried to hide it or rationalize it, all of it was in a good part her own fault; blind to her own weakness, blind to her own slow eroding mind and sanity, she forced her mind in the reality and as Peter uses to say.

"Great power, brings great responsibilities".

It seems, she didn't have learned that lesson too well, and now, she was facing the consequences of her act and in all honesty, she fell guilt, proud, impress, sad, happy and in general confuse as hell.

"What can I do?" whispered to the angel on her back, the radiant and warm presence that has guided her here, the one that has not hated her, blame her or anything like that, but to help her to recover her own mind from the maelstrom of her own delusions.

"Whatever you want" said the Seraph " you are the core of this nexus of realities, just do what you want to do".

"Will they ever forgive me for the pain and suffering I have caused?" ask her with sadness in the voice.

"Could be or could be not" shrugged the angel " I think Peter, Carol, Steve and some other will forgive you but I am sure they will be other that will not forgive you so easily, trust betrayed is a nasty wound to heal Wanda, believe me, I am still healing from one of those".

"How can I make things right?" ask her a more than overwhelmed from the images that saturated the mosaic surrounding her.

"Oh, that´s easy" said NobleZadquiel " just said it".

Wanda turn and facing the seraph she smiled and looking at the images she just say the two words that has saved the word, over and over again, the words that bring hope to humanity wherever they are said.

"Avengers Assemble".

Noble was back in the beach, surrounded by his friends who were looking at the bright red storm that fill the island, however, they were frozen in the spot; not really a surprise considering that he is not longer contained by his flesh body; instead he was a mass of Soulfire with his usual flaming skeleton appearance but with the extra detail of his wings, flapping in the frozen spot in time that was the island. Still, looking at his flesh body dying was not a pleasant sight, sighing, he just moved and fly through the island, correcting the mistakes that will lead to the death of Quicksilver, not very sure if the bastard deserve to be alive, however, he seems to be a pivotal point, one of those things that must be in a place at a determinate point.

Keeping him alive was like a kick in the bollocks, but there is nothing he could do, Wanda wanted for her brother to be alive but she said nothing of making him suffer for the deaths that hangs on him and his botched up and amateurish blood sacrifice. Noble slipped past his friends, blocking at the same time, a pair of lost Chaotic rays that would have mess up the powers of Jen and cause severe damage to Warmachine and Carol, for him they were nothing that possibilities and the possibilities ends when Order is imposed.

He was not limited now by things like gravity, friction or any other physical law that would prevent him to just fly around enveloped in flames as the rest of the world was almost frozen on the spot. It was the good things of his miracle like powers, to simply ignore the same rules that he and his kind put in the universe during the first days.

Uh, now that he noticed it, the rest of the group was going to freak out a little when his almost beheaded body will splash them with his blood; now that he was no longer keeping the body alive, the human body will perish like it should have, when Drakula cut his throat with his thrice dammed sword.

Noble shrugs and keep going, passing through a new horde of mutants, waving over them like a tsunami of Soulfire, instantaneously punishing those who were guilty and shutting down any aggressive attitude of the rest.

He jumped over the forest, landing in the clear where Magneto lays, burned and pained, with a touch of his flaming fingers and a quick pray, the flesh of Magneto was healed and his burns disappeared, he could be guilty of a thousand deaths and a lot more of sins, but Noble could not blame him for doing his best to protect his family.

In a zig zag, he pass the forest that surrounded the mansion where Wanda was and took good note of the battle that the Alpha team was having with all the loyal to Magneto, his royal guard so to speak. Blob, Avalanche are old pals of the lord of magnetism, part of his Brotherhood on the earlier days, when things appeared to be a lot more easy and bright.

They were fighting the Alpha team but there was something odd in the picture, for starters, the Alpha team were fighting defensively and not taking the offense, so they could get inside the mansion, uh, the spell, it was already in process of happening and Steven is trying to minimize the damages.

Clever tactics but...ah, there you are, Noble changed a pair of runes and moved the fingers of Steven a little, whispering some old and secrets words that no mortal throat has ever pronounced since the beginning of the days.

Satisfied he moved to the next hot spot, taking Spiderman out of the trajectory of a chaos beam that will make him transform into the six arms monstrosity that even today cause him nightmares, until his DNA was corrected once again.

And now that he was at it, he tattooed a protective glyph on his ribs, so Anansi or any other mystical being could not mess with his arachnid essence, a little of magic resistance will be a welcome addition for his powers, specially now that Anansi has taken a liking to the boy.

He kicked out of the mansion a sturdy piece of concrete, the same that Cyclops will volatilize with a beam of his optic rays, the debris from that explosion will be the responsible of slow down Quicksilver long enough for a lighting from Ororo and a burst of metallic debris, to deadly wound the silver haired speedster.

And speaking of the devil.

Noble slammed a haymaker in the middle of the face of Quicksilver, breaking his nose and leaving him with a bruise the size of all his face, the bastard deserved it and more but Wanda wanted him to live to make amends for the casualties he made in her name. That didn't stop him to put a redemption mark on him, he will suffer the same agony that he has provoked until he found the forgiveness of the victims and earn himself the absolution.

He had it easy in Noble opinion, but that will be all for the moment, it was time to face the real elephant in the middle of the room.

Wanda was glowing in barely contained power, her presence was one like a red sun, all of her make the rest of the reality scream as they was nothing sacred around her, the Chaos magic was already changing all the realities surrounding here, and what is worst, she was just there, looking around with surprise, hurt by the image of his family and friends trying to tear apart each other.

"Nasty vision uh?" commented Noble standing at her side.

She just look at him with widened eyes, surprised that he could be there and a little afraid of the massive power that Noble was emanating, she could move in this frozen time spot, how could not?, she was a Chaos magician, possibilities and probabilities were nothing for her.

"Noble?" asked her blinking a pair of times " what is this?, why are they fighting?".

"Watch and learn little one" said Noble putting a hand over his forehead and another over her mouth.

It has always being said that the knowledge is more a curse than a blessing, that once you know what lies behind the curtains you can not be the same, that is sometimes truth and sometimes a lie, it depends on how the knowledge is being used and how much knowledge one had. Unfortunately for Wanda, the knowledge was too much for her and she started screaming and crying, as Noble put inside her head the consequences of the actions she was about to perform; if it weren't for the presence of the Ghost Rider at her side.

They stood like this for a minute as Wanda took all the memories and after that, he just hug the crying girl, letting his Soulfire comfort the child after she had witnessed the horrors and wonders her powers could have unleashed. Well, to be exact, her powers are already, begun to be unleashed, she only need the words to start the massive changes, however that words will never be said, instead another option has been created due the interference of the Watcher and the machinations of the Seraph.

The crimson magic was dangerous but as any other energy source, it was not intrinsically good or evil, it will depend on the one who used it; a fireball can ignite flesh or wood, can save lives in the middle of a blizzard or can torch alive any witnesses within his range. Uses as different as the persons that performs them.

In this case, Wanda could be the origin but she was not the cause of the blood added to the spell, in fact that was her idiotic brother fault, still she was the core, and now she knew the truth. There is an old saying among some of older packs of werewolves in America; there is only three things that you can not hide, the sun, the moon and the truth, and the truth will make you free.

Hiding and running can only lead you so far; at some point you will have to confront your ghosts and make peace with them, otherwise you will live a very bitter and regretful live, something that he knew well, he was in the verge of being one of those, if it weren't from the power of the Ghost Rider. So far he was pretty much convinced he was doing a good job and improving the quality of the life of the people precious to him; even if it is a tiny bit, it will be worth it; enough hard was the superheroes lives, to be mopping around all the day.

But time to get in the main topic, what Wanda will do with all that power on her hands?.

When she calmed enough, she looked around and see how the world seem froze in the spot, with all the powers and fighters freeze in a moment like they were living pictures. She knew that was not her doing, she could not sense any Chaos magic in them, so the only one who could have done it was Noble, but he has never shown any time related powers.

"Why is all the people frozen in time?" asked the witch a bit surprised for what she was seeing.

"A business partner considered that what you were about to do, was too much for the reality, who is already hanging with tons of duck tape and prayers" chuckled Noble "so he did me a favor and granted me some No-time, so I could reach you and show you what would happen in you fall into the despair you had been suffering this last weeks".

"I never wanted anything like this Noble, I swear I didn't want anything like this" protested Wanda, terrified of her own powers " I was suffering and I only wanted to be alone and my father helped me...oh gods I did kill Clint, oh gods what have I done?" Wanda was starting to suffer a panic attack but before she could collapse, Noble was there.

"Enough Wanda" the voice of Noble was like a lance, that pierced directly through the doubts of Wanda and calm her inner turmoil before it could get way worst.

"Do not dwell in the past, now is time to focus on how you can stop this madness before it gets worst and someone dies" said Noble taking her from the shoulders and explaining the situation, she was a professional, an Avenger with years of experience and a tremendous force of will; once an Avenger, always an Avenger.

"But Clint..." she shuddered at the thought that she was already a murderer.

"Can be brought back" said Noble " you used Chaos magic, that magic had no bloody common sense so you only need to bring him back, usually it will need too much power to be sane but..." Noble intentionality look at the massive red energy that swirls around her " I do not think it will be a problem".

Wanda look at the crimson sky and smiled, she could do it right this time and taking her place in the middle of the crimson storm she raised her arms and start channeling the same magic that almost killed everything dear to her. She focused in the chaotic waves and crazy lines of the spell, this was not her usual spell, Agatha will kick her ass ten ways to Sunday for doing such a sloppy thing like this, but at the same time as she deepened the link with the spell, she sensed the blood that the lines contains and her mind froze in fear and repulsion.

This spell was baptized in blood, there was vital essences mixed with the arcane energies around her, that means that someone has used blood rituals, sacrifice lives so her magic will be more powerful and dangerous. The repulsion she felt when she discovered that somebody has perverted her magic with human lives, almost made her lost control over the spell matrix that she was preparing, it went against all her belief to use lives in such a way, specially when it mixes with her already more than uncontrollable Chaos magic.

But Noble was there and with a series of words he imposed order in the Chaos that was the spell, focusing the will of the girl back into the matrix and putting her mind right on her track, for a second they had got to close to a disaster here.

"How could this be?" she shouted alarmed and nauseated for being using life essences as another ingredient of the spell " I would have never done such an abomination as this!" protested her for the use of blood for her magic.

"I know Wanda" nodded Noble " but please, now focus on the spell, we had to regain control of the magic and correct what has been done, its time to save the world, again" chuckled the Ghost Rider with the humor of one that has done things like these dozens of times.

"Be strong Scarlet Witch, we are Avengers and we don't fail" reassured Noble the woman who changed her face to a determined one and start pulling her part of the spell.

Together, they start converting what could have been a total disaster into a siphon, that will take all the Chaos magic and transforming back into different kind of energies and among that transformations and with a little help of Noble, slow but steady, the body and soul of Clint Barton was back to business. Erased by a sudden outburst of Wanda, an action that she did regret deeply, it was time for a miracle, exactly the kind of things that the Ghost Rider was expert at, so, between the both of them it was only a matter of time before the man was back, just as he was when Wanda accidentally erased him from existence.

Noble noticed how the price of his bargain was already consuming him but he ignored it, he knew that he will have to pay the ultimate price for the miracle he was performing and he will happily pay it, it was his job.

Bulwark of humanity, the Ghost Rider, the Midnight Son, the defender of the earth against any magical threat.

Wanda clench her teeth and start sweating profusely, the spell was taking a great deal of concentration from her and she has to admit that this was much more difficult being conscious than when she just done it, without even knowing what the hell she was doing. Suddenly the duster of Noble covered her frame and her body fell refreshed, her mind much focused on the task at hand, looking at the flaming skeleton in front of her, she smiled tiredly and keep pushing the spell back to where it should be; dispersing the Chaos magic and correcting the wrongs she has done when she has lost her marbles.

At the time both of them keep dispersing the spell, the time stop being freeze in one single spot and slowly, the flow begun to recover, however, the consequences of what Noble has done during that frozen spot in time were clear, as both bands stop fighting and observe in mute awe, the complicated and powerful pillar of red and gold magic that Wanda and the Ghost Rider were managing in front of them.

Everyone keep their breath for a second as the light and the power on the pillar started to go overload and Doc Strange summon a ruby like barrier that keep all the witnesses save, however, all the Avengers paled when the Beta group informed of the sudden and violent death of the human host of the Ghost Rider. They sense everything, not difficult considering the level of power they were using, so when Wanda felt the passing of Nobles human body, she lost control over her part of the matrix, knowing that she was the responsible for the demise of the human host of the Rider; she was there the day that he was condemned to always walk over the earth in his Rider form and why.

Now, her guilty was unbearable, as she knows that because of him another good man was about to die, Clint was saved but Noble; the wound of Noble could not be healed, it was permanent and nothing on earth could be done about that. Her magic has separated both entities and now the angel and the human who could not survive without each other will vanish, one of the mayor protectors of humanity, one of the best friends she had ever had, a comrade, killed by her own hands. Wanda screamed, but the duster hug her, the duster became his skin, limbs and legs and took her out of the massive pillar of magic power, before she was smashed by the power that she has stopped controlling and keeping at bay.

The Ghost Rider took the burden with easiness, steeping inside the dome and speaking in the ancient enoquian language that all the angels spoke to communicate with the humans of the earth before Lucifer started the Great war.

"Noble!" shouted her " Noble, no!, please!, do not die for me!" Wanda couldn't get rid of the black and golden duster that keep her out of the pillar, trapping her inside the cloth; who was acting as prison and protection at the same time.

"A sacrifice was needed, Wanda" said the Ghost Rider and everyone hear the words of the Seraph as his radiant wings expanded beyond the pillar, covering completely the island in protective manner.

Long gone the human from his body, Noble Kale/Zadquiel stand in the middle of the conflagration in his fully Seraphic form, his golden light illuminated the island, washing over all the present in the island and remembering them that the Heaven has descended to earth to protect them of their own childishness.

"Sacrifice created this spell" explained " and sacrifice will destroy it".

"But it should be me!, all of this is my fault!, I should be the one dying!" cry her heart out the woman, protected by the duster of noble as the piece of cloth created a golder barrier around her.

None of the other Avengers could get close to the epicenter of the magic pillar, Steven was sweating and step by step increasing the dome that he has made in a haste, he was trying to save his friend, his mentor and by everything that is sacred in this world, he will achieve it.

"And why should it be like that?" ask Noble " I am already dead, Wanda, the moment my human host died, I died too" the revelation froze everyone " when the spell rip my angelic essence of my human body, the human flesh finally perished by the wound Drakula inflicted me, when I purified San Francisco and Utopia of his curse, until now I was just prolonging the inevitable".

Wanda screamed in sadness and guilt, but her powers were now completely contained, no more Chaos magic slipping, no more madness, Wanda was complete, and like all operations and rebirths, it was not free of a lot of pain.

"Do not be sad, my lady" Noble/Zadquiel raised his hands and the pillar pulsed a pair of times, sending brutal shock waves over the atmosphere, dissipating in the air like bad dreams.

"This is a destiny I gladly embrace" chuckled Noble taking in his hands energy and tossing it to the heaven to create a massive hole in the tear of the reality, a hole that glow white and golden before an empty dark could be seen inside of it.

All sounds were cut short, all movements stopped, everything stand still when the tear in the fabric of space time engulfed the place totally, shutting all communications and effectively silencing all protest that any could have. Wanda was looking at him with a supplicant expression on her eyes, red and swollen from the tears, she was not the only one, a lot of friends where in similar yet different, shape, as they show their frustration and sadness for the lost of a friend in different manners.

"For Mankind, for the loved ones, for one single life" said Noble facing the tear in the space and converting himself in the same Chaos magic that almost destroyed the universe and with a final shout of defiance and a thunderous war cry, that destroy the oppressive power of the space, the Ghost Ride chanted his aria.

I am Noble Kale, baptized in SoulFire
I am Zadquiel, Seraph of the holy Chorus

I am the Ghost Rider, Harbinger of Retribution

The power became a comet and in a blink, it flied straight into the hole in the universe, illuminating the island and all under his light with a golden light, that touch their spirits at the seeing of how a celestial spirit sacrificed himself to save them all.

I march for the humanity, for the innocent ones

I march for the Golden Throne, for the Oldest one

I am of purpose, I bring Retribution

As soon as all the power entered in the hole, the space itself collapsed around it, soon it was like there it hasn't been there at all, revealing the silent and beautifully clean skies of Genosha.

Crying and hugging the fallen and scary skull of the Ghost Rider, Wanda just beg the forgiveness of the lost Seraph, the protector that now, was lost. None dared to say nothing, some vent frustrations with the inanimate objects around, others were openly mourning the lost a friend, other just wanted the same vengeance that the Rider incarnated, but all of them were felling the lost of another comrade.

Still, there was a hope, a final word that ring in their minds, the final gift from the normally silent Watcher to the friends and comrades of the Seraph, that had taught him a lesson about responsibilities and sacrifice.

The Ghost Rider has forgotten to add some key lines to his aria, something that the Heaven itself granted to them, so they could be the Spirits of Vengeance the Heaven wanted, the beings that put the fear of God in those who wanted to destroy the creation of the Oldest one.

I am the one who could ride among the worlds.

I am the Ghost Rider.

And so, the hope was once again, restored in their hearts.