"… How do I know this isn't just an elaborate lie?"

"… You don't… But, what do you have to lose?"

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Six months.

Naomi had been gone for six months.

Isaac remembered quite clearly the feeling of dread when everything that'd been moving and attacking them stopped.

And the house was silent.

Isaac had run upstairs and Naomi was gone.

He should've stayed with her, should've protected her.

God knows what was happening to her.

.

Naomi awoke to an empty bed; not surprising though, Peter didn't need to sleep and he had things to do.

But, he was usually there within a few moments of her waking up, so maybe…

Naomi swung her legs over the side of the bed.

"Lay back down."

She huffed, looking over at where Peter had appeared.

"I'm fine."

Peter rolled his eyes.

"Lay back down."

Naomi sighed and got back under the covers as Peter took a seat beside her on the bed.

"Just a little walk? I'm restless!"

"You're still healing," Peter said, passing her a cup of what looked like red wine, but Naomi was one hundred percent sure was not red wine.

"I feel fine," Naomi said, taking a sip nevertheless.

"Naomi, your soul was trying to forcibly leave your body; it's going to take time," Peter said, Naomi pouting and slumping.

"But, I'm so bored."

Peter smiled and kissed her temple.

"Just a little longer, Baby."

"And then we'll get to the giving me the universe stuff?" Naomi asked, Peter snorting.

"And then we'll get to that."

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Isaac opened the door for a man and a woman, the man far too cheery for the current situation.

"Oh, hello, I'm Charles Xavier and this is Raven, my sister."

"Right, come in."

"Sorry about your sister," Raven said, giving him a small smile.

"Thanks, my parents are in here," Isaac said, leading them into the kitchen.

"So, you're the psychic?" Mr. Parker asked.

"Yes," Charles said, smiling.

"What is it you're going to do?" Mrs. Parker asked.

"Well, I have a contact on the other side, so, we'll have a séance and I'll see if he knows what happened to your daughter. Then we'll just wing it, depending on where she is."

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When she'd first slid out of the circle, Peter had engulfed her in his arms, and the next moment they were in an ornate room and Peter was laying her down on the bed.

Naomi winced at the soft sound of fear that left her as Peter shrugged off his jacket, but, he simply climbed into the bed beside her, pulling her flush against him.

"Rest, rest, you feel better when you wake up," Peter promised, Naomi burying her face into his neck and drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

When she'd awoken, Peter was still pressed up against her and seemingly asleep (later Naomi would find out her never truly slept, he just rested sometimes). She moved as if to sit up, but Peter's arms tightened around her.

"You need to rest," Peter said, his eyes flickering open, revealing completely black orbs that quickly receded to dark brown.

Naomi slumped back down into the pillows, making Peter smile and shut his eyes again.

"Where are we?" Naomi asked softly.

"Hell."

Peter opened his eyes to find Naomi giving him a look.

"We are," Peter said "This is my house."

"What are you, the king?" Naomi asked sarcastically.

"Basically," Peter replied, Naomi blinking slowly.

"Right. King of Hell is spooning me."

Peter chuckled, kissing her temple, and it was quiet for the next couple minutes.

"Wait, does this make me the Queen?"

.

"Alright, join hands," Charles commanded, Isaac begrudgingly taking Anna's and Michael's hands.

And then Charles started chanting, which was pretty freaky, and then he seemed to relax.

"Hello, Erik."

The entire house shuddered.

"Good, how are you?"

Loud wind.

"Well, we're looking for a poor girl that got dragged down to hell. Do you know where she is?"

The door opened.

"Her name is Naomi, she-."

Every cupboard door flew open and the entire house shook.

And then Charles opened his eyes and recoiled.

"Fuck!"

.

It was a few weeks after Naomi had left with Peter, and she was really starting to heal.

"Hey, Peter?"

"Yeah?" Peter asked as he played with her hair. When she first came with him, he'd lamented how her hair had lost its shine, but now it was returning to the original luster.

"If you're a demon, how come you look human?"

"I don't, I just took this form."

"Can I see how you actually look?" Naomi asked, Peter looking over in surprise.

"… No, it'd drive you insane."

"Oh," Naomi said, frowning.

"Naomi?"

"Yeah?"

"This form…" Peter looked away slightly embarrassed "Do you… Do you like it? Because I can change it. Who's that celebrity you like?"

Peter suddenly morphed, still with silver hair, now short, into Aaron Taylor-Johnson.

"Or a girl, I can be a girl."

He switched into Scarlett Johansson, but with long silver hair.

"What do you prefer?"

"… Your original one, that's your favorite, right?" Naomi asked, Peter nodding "Then that's my favorite."

.

"Why didn't you tell me he has silver hair?!" Charles demanded.

"I didn't think it mattered!" Mr. Parker countered.

"Why does it matter?" Isaac asked as Charles plopped down on a seat.

"The silver haired demon is basically the leader of the demons," Charles explained.

"Like the king?" Isaac offered.

"Yes, kind of, it's hard to explain… The king of anarchy," Charles offered.

"Well, why does it matter?" Isaac asked.

"He doesn't just drag people down to Hell for fun. He took Naomi for a specific reason."

"What reason?" Michael asked.

"Nothing good."

.

Finally!

"I got you clothes," Peter said, his arm wrapped around her side, supporting her as they headed towards a closet.

"Peter, seriously, I'm fine."

Peter opened the door to the closet and Naomi gasped.

"Holy shit."

"Clothes from every era, anything you want," Peter said, smiling at her reaction.

Naomi ran her fingers across the material, looking at the huge closet.

"Would it be weird if I wore a fifties dress?" Naomi asked, looking at a red dress.

"Why would it be weird?" Peter asked, twirling a piece of her hair.

"I don't know… Queen of Hell. I feel like I should be wearing, like, a leather bustier or something."

"As amazing as the idea of you in a bustier is, you should wear whatever you want. No one is going to say a word," Peter promised.

"Or else what?" Naomi teased.

"Or else I'll tear them limb from limb."

Naomi blinked slowly at Peter.

"I-I shouldn't be getting butterflies from that."

.

"How do we get her back?" Michael asked.

"The only way to get her back is if one of you went to Hell and retrieved her," Charles said.

It was quiet for a moment.

"I'll do it," Isaac said.

.

"Are you sure you're fine?" Peter asked, Naomi smiling.

"I'm fine," She replied, Peter leading through the corridors of the house, passing demons that immediately moved to the side and looked down.

Every so often there'd be a loud screech that would shatter the silence, and Peter would tense like he expected Naomi to run away, but she never did.

"Naomi, do me a favor and never go into one of these rooms without my OK," Peter said, Naomi tipping her head with a silent question "Some of the things that are behind the doors… You won't like them."

Naomi rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Where are we going?" Naomi asked, making Peter smile.

"Just through here," He opened the door and Naomi gasped.

"You said we were in Hell."

"Did I say where Hell is?"

Stars.

Millions and millions of stars.

"It's beautiful."

"It's all yours."

Peter wrapped his arms around Naomi from behind, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Sir?"

Peter sighed, burying his face in Naomi's neck before giving a muffled.

"What?"

"Erik wishes to speak with you."

Peter groaned before standing up and kissing Naomi on the cheek.

"Stay here," He said hopefully, Naomi nodding.

.

"Isaac, you could die," Michael said.

"So? My sister got dragged down to Hell, I'm not going to leave her there," Isaac countered.

"… We'll both go," Michael said, Isaac nodding slowly.

.

"She's making you soft."

"Just because I'm soft with her doesn't mean I'm soft," Peter growled, Erik snorting.

"You have to act soft because she would never want you if she could see you what you are."

"Shut up."

"The moment you slip up; you show her your true nature, she's going to scream and cry, and demand to be taken home."

"Shut up."

"She's never gonna want you, Peter."

"SHUT UP!"

And that's when Peter snapped.

.

"Once you enter Hell, you've got to move fast; demons will sense you quickly," Charles said.

"You've got to find Naomi and get back to this circle; once you enter the circle a second time, you'll teleport back here," Raven continued.

"Take this; it won't kill him, but it should slow him down," Charles said, passing Isaac some holy water.

"Should?"

"I'm not sure how it'll affect the silver haired demon," Charles admitted, making Isaac huff.

.

Peter breathed through his nose as he calmed himself down, his entire body completely covered with blood, his hands dripping with it.

And then he heard a soft sound.

He turned towards the doorway and gulped hard as he saw Naomi watching him with wide eyes, a demon holding her by the elbow.

"… I didn't…" Peter looked down "I didn't want you to see me like this."

It was quiet for a moment.

Naomi slowly walked up to Peter, before whispering.

"Kill him."

Peter looked up sharply, studying her for a moment before flicking his hand, the demon dropping to the floor with a broken neck.

And then Naomi moved forward and kissed him.

Peter kissed back gently as Naomi wrapped her arms around his waist, before she pulled away and rested her head on his chest.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Hug back."

"I don't want to stain your pretty dress," Peter muttered into her hair.

"You can replace it later," Naomi replied, Peter wrapping his arms around her and holding her close before the woman spoke again.

"I love you."

Peter gave a shudder and scooped Naomi up bridal style.

"Can I…?"

Naomi kissed him before speaking, slightly breathless.

"Yes."

.

"Alright, ready?" Charles asked, the two men nodding.

"Three, two, one."

There was a feeling of constriction, and the men found themselves stumbling in a house.

"Are you sure we're in the right-."

There was a loud shriek.

"Never mind."

.

There were so many rooms.

But, finally they opened the door to one and were greeted with the sight of a vaguely surprised silver haired demon, covered with drying blood.

"What-?"

Isaac flung the holy water into his face, making him hiss and stumble back.

The two men ran past him and through the door behind him and found their sister asleep, covered in drying blood herself.

Isaac swallowed hard as he noticed she was naked under the covers, moving forward to shake her awake.

"Isaac? What-?" She said groggily.

"Naomi, come on, we're here to get you out of here. But, we need to hurry."

"I don't want to leave."

Both brothers froze.

"Naomi, you're covered in blood," Michael said.

"It's not mine."

At that moment, the silver haired mutant stalked into the room, snarling.

Isaac recoiled as he came near and-.

"Peter, don't kill them!"

The demon froze, looking over at where Naomi was kneeling on the bed.

"Lay back down; I overstrained you," He said, Naomi sighing and lying back on the pillows "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't pull their hearts out of their mouths?"

"They're my brothers."

"They splashed holy water in my face."

Naomi sighed, leaning forward slightly.

"I asked."

The demon seemed to deflate slightly, before sending a glare over at Isaac and Michael.

"If you even think about using holy water again, I will make you eat your own organs."

And then he stalked out of the room.

"Naomi, what's going on?"

Naomi sighed and patted the bed for them to sit on.

"It's a long story.

.

"You're not staying here, Naomi," Michael said, making Naomi sigh.

"Michael, I'm happy here."

"With a demon."

"Yes, and he takes care of me, Michael, he cares about me."

"I'm not leaving you down in Hell alone with a demon!"

"What if she wasn't alone?"

Michael and Naomi looked over at Isaac in surprise.

"What?" Naomi asked, Isaac shrugging.

"I've got nothing going on back home," Isaac said, Naomi smiling slightly.

Michael groaned.

"I'm not staying," Michael said.

"I wouldn't ask you to," Naomi replied.

.

Peter was not pleased when he found out that the guy who'd thrown holy water in his face was staying.

In fact, Isaac hardly saw him.

Isaac would spend some time with Naomi and then a demon would come and tell her that Peter wanted her, and then Isaac wouldn't see her for a couple hours at least, the most being a week.

That was okay though, Isaac got to explore.

Hell was actually kind of fascinating.

And, it existed outside of time, so any books and movies he wanted.

.

He found himself looking at the stars; it never got less breathtaking.

"Oh."

Isaac looked behind him, finding a young woman looking at him.

"Oh, sorry, I'll-."

"You're here!"

"What?" Isaac asked, before the girl rushed into his arms and hugged him "What's happening?"

"Oh, right. I'm Wanda; I've been waiting for you for a very long time.

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Peter was even less pleased when he found the guy who'd thrown holy water in his face making out with his sister.

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A/N

That was for QueenDisney, hope you liked it!