Part 4 - Resurgence
Chapter 61 - Resurrection
Everything was dark...so very dark it made him wonder whether anything existed at all. No wait...there was a light, a tiny pin prick that was growing faster and faster. Soon it was so large that it seemed to consume everything, but it was clearly getting dimmer. He half-pleaded, with someone or something, to not have to go back to that feeling of nothingness. And it seemed his plea did not fall on deaf ears; instead of pitch darkness, he was standing in a room staring at familiar faces. Gwen smiled...something wasn't right: that was all his spidey sense told him. To the left were a couple of computers at which sat Stanley and Lisa, their usually joyful faces filled with something between fear and hope.
"Miles? How do you feel?" Asked Gwen.
It wasn't the voice that used to make him feel safe, there was something almost taunting in it. He had to respond, although it took his mind a few seconds to remember the concept of talking.
"I feel...stiff. What happened, Gwen?"
"Oh! You can say my name again."
"I guess."
"You died."
"I know that, but what happened while I was gone? I mean...I am back, right?"
"You're back in the land of the living at last."
Miles looked down at himself. He was dressed in a black suit he usually would have worn to a formal event. Although coming back to life was pretty formal...right? He wondered how many other people had had these exact same thoughts. Gwen approached him slowly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. For the first few seconds he went along with it, overjoyed to be reunited with the woman he loved so much. But suddenly he pushed her away. She frowned.
"What's wrong?"
He knew what was wrong with her now; he had felt the energy pulsing through her.
"You absorbed a plate again."
"I did it for you."
He narrowed his eyes.
"How did you bring me back?"
She pointed to a device on a pedestal: some sort of brass cube that had opened up to reveal a complex network of cogs and a glowing gem in the centre. Power emanated from it like it did from the plates...no, differently. Anomalous power...hatred, anger...
"What is that?"
"The Animator. It can bring back anyone from the dead."
"Where did it come from?"
"I killed the Scarlet King. That's why I merged with the plate."
Miles' spidey sense told him it was somewhere between a lie and a half-truth.
"Did you do it alone?"
"Yes. For you, I'd do anything."
That first part was definitely a lie, but the 'do anything' was a truth. It scared him to think about what he would see when he first walked out the door. If she would do anything...merged with a plate...oh no. He pushed past her and sprinted to the door: locked. She had tensed up, almost like she was ready to throw punches.
"What have you done?" He asked quietly, looking at Stanley and Lisa's now terrified faces.
Another detail struck him about them: their white lab coats no longer bore the Sol Galactic Command insignia. Instead, it was a magenta diamond styled to look like a spider. On top of the diamond was a some sort of sword: a silver handle with a scarlet blade.
"I did what was necessary to get you back. I love you with everything I have, Miles."
Miles saw the key's outline in a pocket on her knock-off spider suit. It looked more like it was designed to show status than to help her in a fight. He shook his head, making his decision.
"No, not everything. Nothing."
He leapt at her, charging a venom strike. Blue energy shot off in every direction as she was knocked down. He made to grab the key but was grabbed round the throat and hurled aside. She stood up slowly and laughed.
"Clearly it's you who loves me with nothing."
A magenta beam of energy shot from the raised palm of her hand, tearing through the wall and narrowly missing his hair. He hid behind the Animator's pedestal, knowing she wouldn't risk an object so powerful. He was right; instead she drew a magenta katana from thin air, twirling it threateningly as she approached. At the last second, Miles knocked her feet out from under her and leapt on top, pummelling her with his fists. She grabbed his throat again, this time standing up before throwing him. It was much stronger this time: he crashed into the door, feeling it buckle under the impact. He charged another venom strike, smashing it down and making a desperate break for freedom. A magenta beam shot past his ear as he leapt to the side, taking in his surroundings. He was in a room filled with security guards, all of whom bore the magenta spider and sword. They opened fire: Miles dodged and weaved causing many to hit their own. Those that survived, he knocked out. One had a dimensional watch on which he desperately pulled away and slapped on himself. He typed a random number as Gwen approached, a magenta cape billowing out behind her and flames shooting from the sides of her eyes. He hit the button, disappearing in a blaze of colour.
Miles looked around this dimension curiously. He looked down at the watch to see which dimension he was in: 9630. It didn't seem all too different from 9633 except for one difference: there was an enormous skyscraper on which was emblazoned the spider and sword. What was that symbol? What did it mean? Was it a flag? What had Gwen done? Suddenly, a voice boomed down the street from a floating screen like the ones that usually played the news back in New York.
"Attention all citizens. A temporal fugitive may be hiding among you. If you see this man..." Miles' face appeared, "please contact authorities immediately. Failure to do so is a capital offence."
A capital offence? That wasn't good at all. Despite the threat of death, nobody seemed to care about him standing in the middle of the pavement. That suited him, and he decided he needed to leave here before someone decided their neck was more valuable than his. Where could he go? His home Earth was gone, Gwen's was a wasteland, something must have happened to Sol Galactic Command given the state of Stanley and Lisa. Dread filled Miles' heart; what had happened to his friend Edward? Was he dead? The thought of friends turned his mind to Peter B Parker. Maybe Peter was alright? It was worth a shot, since a shot was probably coming his way sooner or later.
Miles rang the doorbell and chapped the front door of a house with peeling yellow paint. The structure had certainly seen better days, but it looked sturdy enough. He rang the doorbell again, getting worried about Gwen bursting through a gate and skewering him. After a few more seconds, a red-haired woman opened it slightly and peered at him through the gap.
"Err...hi. Does Peter Parker live here?"
"That depends who's asking." The woman replied, narrowing her eyes.
"My name is Miles Morales. I was dead for...I don't know how long. But I'm alive again. Me and Peter were friends not so long ago."
The door opened a little more and a familiar, but aging face appeared with the woman's.
"Miles? Come in, come in. Quick."
The woman opened the door wide and Peter hauled his spider friend inside. The woman looked both ways down the street and slammed the door shut, sliding a bolt across, padlocking it, then locking the lock built into the door. Peter gently pushed Miles down into a seat and dumped himself in one opposite. The woman disappeared into a room next door.
"So, she finally did it."
"If you mean Gwen bringing me back, I guess. You know about that...what was it she called it..."
"The Animator? Yeah, I was part of the team that retrieved it."
This confused Miles. Why would Peter help Gwen retrieve an object that could potentially do so much damage? She could have brought back Hitler for all he knew. The woman returned with a tray carrying a teapot and some biscuits which she placed on a coffee table and joined the spidermen.
"Miles, this is my wife, MJ. MJ, Miles."
The pair shook hands. MJ sat back and crossed her arms.
"So you're the one our lovely Empress overthrew everything we knew for? I must admit I was thinking of someone a bit more out there. Some space whale or something."
"I'm...sorry to disappoint. I'll make sure to get bitten by a radioactive whale next time."
Peter chuckled.
"So, what's it like being dead?"
"Dark. What's it like being alive?"
"Well the light is bright, but life's dark."
Miles stopped chewing a biscuit.
"As dark as death?"
"I don't know. I'm still alive for the moment."
"Peter...is it Helltreader?"
"Helltreader? Wow...if only. Helltreader is dead. He was dead not long after you. If it was, though, I'd be glad. At least it would be a quick death instead of this rotting away."
"You said 'Empress' when talking about Gwen. What has she done? I know she merged with the plate...puts a weird taste on her lips."
"She went crazy after your death. She resurrected a dragon that eats dimensions, picked a fight with a god-killer and won then your old friend Teresa double-crossed her and she made the multiverse pay in blood."
"What did Teresa do?"
"She spat sense in Gwen's face and got between her and the Animator, then took a bullet half an inch from the heart."
"Did she survive?"
"Oh yes. But she might not be nowadays. The latest I heard she was an arena fighter; one of the best I believe."
"Arena fighter? No, never mind Teresa. What happened with Gwen? What has she done?"
"Well...she made a deal with the devil."
"What for?"
"Slow down, buddy. It's not like you've got anywhere to go. She made a deal to form a new empire spanning many dimensions with the Reapers as the spearhead and an army of zombies that grows every time they kill an enemy. If you step even slightly out of hand, you're done."
"Is the Empire's symbol a magenta spider and a sword with a red blade?"
"Yes."
Miles sighed, thinking things over. He had a bright idea.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go and stop her before she can cause anymore damage!"
Peter sighed.
"That's something else I maybe forgot to mention. Miles...you've been dead for five years."
Miles didn't know how to react to that.
"Five...years? Five whole years?"
"And they haven't been nice years. There are next to no rules. Police forces are just gangs funded by the puppet government. Crime runs rife, racism, abuse, people turn a blind eye to everything. Anyone who worships a god that isn't literal Satan is dead. I'd go out and fight it but Gwen knows who I am, and it seems my years are finally catching up with me." Peter explained, ruffling his greying hair.
MJ continued since it seemed Peter had run out of things to say to upset Miles further.
"The Empire's symbol: we call it the Jolly Dodger. If it stays away from you, you'll live. But if someone comes to your door wearing it, you can expect to be under a guillotine by the end of the day."
Miles stood up and began pacing, trying to get his head around how much had happened.
"The world needs Spiderman more than ever." Peter encouraged him, sensing he was considering taking up his old title.
"I don't have a suit, or web shooters."
"That can be sorted."
A couple of hours later, Miles stared at himself in the mirror. Something wasn't quite right with his new suit but he couldn't put his finger on it. Peter sighed.
"Looks like it has your old style and everything. Only one problem."
"What?"
"You're not going to win a war by yourself."
"No. That's why you're gonna suit up as well, then we're gonna go and find some old friends."
"Miles..."
"Just do it."
Peter rolled his eyes but decided it was no use arguing.
A few minutes later he reappeared wearing his suit.
"Where do you think we'll find allies?"
"Let's start with Teresa. You mentioned arena fighting?"
"Yeah. 7065 is devoted to arena fights ranging from colosseums to areas the size of a country."
"Then let's go and find her."
Peter face palmed. This was ridiculous. There was no way Teresa would rise up just three to an Empire. But he followed, knowing she was better with hitting people with the truth than him.
7065 was almost the wasteland Miles remembered except for a number of fully constructed colosseums modelled on the old one in Rome. The original had probably been recommissioned from what he saw here. He walked up to a kiosk selling tickets for the nearest one. The attendant looked at him weirdly.
"What?" They grumbled.
"Is there a way I could go and see one of the arena fighters?"
"Depends which one. They might be in one of the others."
"I'm looking for one named Teresa Chelsea. Does that help?"
"Another one looking to see if he can get a glimpse under that armour. She's never accepted any of your type."
"What? No, that's...bleugh. I'm married...I think?"
"Married or not. You'd hardly be the first married one to try and hit on her."
"Look, can I see her or not?"
"You can."
"Where is she?"
"You need to buy a VIP ticket, then if she's still alive after the next match you can see her."
"Well how much is a VIP ticket?"
"One hundred USD."
"Right...err..."
He was suddenly aware he had no money. Peter pulled out his credit card.
"I've got this, buddy. We'll take two VIP tickets, then."
After a swipe of the card and the clicking of a printer, they were handed two slips of paper.
"Have a good day."
Miles and Peter took their seats. They were much closer to the fighting than they had thought. At the moment there was some heavy rock music playing as the seats filled more and more until it died away.
"Ladies and gentlemen. All stand for his imperial majesty: Emperor Lucifer."
Everyone rose swiftly as if pulled up by strings. Miles hesitated but Peter dragged him up before he attracted attention. On the opposite side of the arena, in a box, appeared a man in a suit who raised a hand in greeting.
"That's the Emperor?" Miles whispered.
"What about him?"
"I just expected someone a bit more...royal."
"Miles, I said earlier he's literally Satan. Or Lucifer as he likes to be called."
"Are he and Gwen...you know..."
"I hope not, for your sake."
"Right."
The Emperor signalled for every to be seated.
"Ladies and gentlemen, our contestants this match! In the red corner: Jack Sparrow!"
The arena was filled with boos and jeers.
"He was a former SGC captain." Peter whispered.
"You watch this stuff?"
"Not often, but you have to keep up since there's next to nothing else to talk about."
"In the blue corner: long-reigning champion Teresa Chelsea!"
Teresa emerged from a gate. She didn't look up at the crowd, just stared at Lucifer with hatred. The arena was filled with whoops and applause, along with a few wolf-whistles.
"In the green corner: Peter Griffin!"
A man walked out, shaking his fist into the air to the delight of the crowd. There was a lack of wolf whistles this time which didn't surprise Miles.
"And lastly, in the yellow corner: former Russian president Vladimir Putin!"
"Hold up...what?" Mumbled Miles.
"Yeah...quite a lot of former world leaders are arena fighters." Peter explained.
"I'm sure Teresa is gonna enjoy killing them all."
"You may be right. Thing is, the rest have a weapon of choice. She just has her projections."
"Still, she's survived five years."
"That's true."
The announcer continued:
"Deathmatch! Four go in! One comes out! Place your bets now!"
There was another pause then finally a countdown.
"We begin in three! Two! One! Fight!"
Teresa did exactly what Miles expected. She turned and sprinted back towards her gate before slamming a fist into the ground and unleashing a blue and white projection that tore towards Sparrow who was coming at her with a sword and shield. The projection grabbed the rim of the shield and slammed it up, throwing Sparrow onto his back before his shoulder was ripped out by its teeth. It seemed there was some sort of mutual pact between the other three contestants to take Teresa down: Putin and Griffin closed in with spears and nets. Griffin threw a spear at Teresa who let her projection disappear and dropped down on her stomach. The weapon struck the ground next to her and she picked it up, sprinting away from the two and embedding the point in Sparrow's heart. Her other two opponents circled. Griffin feinted an attack while Putin hurled a net. Teresa let it land on her before pulling it off and throwing it at Griffin's legs, ensnaring them for her to pull the spear free from Sparrow's corpse and launch it into his chest.
"You can see why she's a record holder." Peter muttered.
"That's why we need her more than anyone."
Teresa and Putin stared each other down, circling like wolves squaring off. The crowd gasped as Putin hurled a spear, but Teresa side-stepped, letting it fall harmlessly. She sprinted forwards, leapt up and drove her fist into the former Russian president's chin before wrapping her arms around his neck and twisting it. There was a crack picked up by the microphones before Putin collapsed in a heap. The crowd roared and cheered.
"Ladies and gentlemen! The victor: Teresa Chelsea!"
More cheering and whooping although there were a few boos mixed in.
Miles and Peter followed the directions of staff down to the fighters' pits. A security guard raised an arm.
"Chelsea has someone in right now. Please wait."
A few seconds later, a man stormed out looking quite angry.
"You may enter."
Teresa was sitting with her back to them behind metal bars. She was tying some sort of knot with strands of straw. When she heard the sound of feet, she sighed.
"Before you try and seduce me, I'm not interested. And if you try and grope me through the bars like someone did before, you won't have any hands to try again. At least, that's what happened the last time. The time before that I just punched them."
Miles half-smiled, glad the creeps of the multiverse were being taught a lesson.
"If Gwen was still sane, she'd be proud you're keeping to yourself."
"I've finished with that part of my life. So, were you here for that or something else? Also, just because I hate the Empire doesn't mean you should call the Empress by her first name. It's not like you're her husband or something. He was a good person, unlike most nowadays."
"Err...about that...I'm not entirely sure how things are in terms of the paperwork but I do still love her...even if I did spend five years in the afterlife. And thanks, I guess."
Teresa raised her head and dropped her straw knot before turning.
"Holy shit. Miles."
She stood up and approached him before punching his shoulder.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"Just making sure you're real. I guess Gwen finally got her sorry ass round to working the Animator out. I hope you beat her into a pulp."
"No I didn't. She almost did it to me, though."
"She needs sorted out. 'Oh hey long-dead husband! Time to die again!'"
"You hate her, don't you?"
Teresa looked at him as if he was stupid.
"That stuck-up bitch summoned a dimension eating dragon that trashed some people's home dimension before it was killed by the devil. Then she decided to fight something that can't be killed. Then when I tried to talk sense into her, she shot me and made off with one of the most powerful objects in the universe. Now she sits on her sticky ass all day eating the finest foods while her people starve and suffer. So yes, Miles, I hate her."
Miles hung his head, but Peter seemed to have picked up on something.
"What was the thing she picked a fight with that can't be killed?"
"The Lala Raja. SCP-001. The Scarlet King."
"But we killed him. I poured acid in his eyes."
"You did no research, did you? Rule number three of the Scarlet King, the Rule of Howling: the Scarlet King is an idea. The more people know of its existence, the more people investigate it, the stronger it becomes. The only way to kill him truly is to kill the idea. Make everyone forget, destroy all evidence. But I digress. What brings you to see me of all people, Miles?"
"I want to destroy the Empire. But I need help. Right now it's just me and Peter."
Teresa laughed and turned away, sitting down to return to her knot.
"How much alcohol did you consume in the afterlife? It can't be defeated. If it could, I would have done it. The only people with the strength to take on the Reapers are the Quintari and we both know what happened to them. Then there's the soldiers: every time one of our people dies that doesn't believe in anything, or that has done really terrible stuff, or worships the devil, the army grows by one more mindless drone. I like you, Miles. You're a good person, always putting everyone else before yourself. But there are fights that cannot be won and that against the Empire is one such example. Of course, there's always Gwen. Maybe you could seduce her and stick a sedative in her instead of what you usually would. Oh that will work, not like she's completely unstable and wants to murder everyone. And of course there's Lucifer. He can throw an island at you. That's how he killed Alduin."
"Alduin?"
"The dragon."
Miles sighed and turned away. He growled and punched the wall creating a small crack.
"What would make you join?"
Teresa looked at him again.
"I'll tell you what would make me join: if you can find some more delirious weirdos to join your little escapade."
Peter was feeling slightly smug now. Teresa had done exactly what he knew she would. But the triumph disappeared as Miles said a single word before turning and leaving:
"Fine."
He ran after him. Teresa sighed and slapped herself. Miles was a friend who had been dead for five years. She should have been a little less aggressive with him. Maybe the seducing Gwen was a little too much.
Miles was breathing heavily when Peter caught up.
"She's got a point."
"We're not done. There are still more people out there."
"Oh great..."
"Any idea where Edward is?"
"Probably in some pub in 9559 getting drunk as always. At least, that's what the documentary said he spends his time doing nowadays."
"Documentary?"
"They couldn't make a martyr of him; he was the last one to make a stand. Instead, they let him fall into the depths of his sorrows then rubbed salt into the wound by making a documentary about him and showing how much of a wreck he really is."
"Time to prove them wrong."
But Miles was the one proven wrong. They walked into a small pub in a suburb of Glasgow, Scotland. Edward was clearly visible at the counter with a pint. Peter tapped him on the shoulder.
"Err...hey buddy."
Edward turned to him.
"Who are...oh I know you. You're that webby guy...who are you?"
He was very clearly drunk. Miles sighed.
"Come on. You've had quite enough to drink."
He dragged Edward outside.
"Aww what? Don't you want a pint?"
"I'll pass. Who knows what drunk Spiderman might do?"
"I know you as well. Don't I? Nah, he's dead. I don't have any money."
"Edward. It's Miles. Miles Morales. Gwen's husband...I think."
"Miles Away, Going the Extra Miles. That guy? Thought he died."
"Err...sure, that's me."
"Boo! What d'ya want?"
"Well...first for you to sober up. Any tech for that, Peter?"
"None that I know about." He replied.
Miles sighed.
"Look, Edward. I want to put an end to the Empire once and for all."
"End of the Empire Miles? End of the Miles Empire? End Empire of the Miles?"
"OK, he's delirious." Muttered Peter.
Miles agreed and turned away. However, instead of walking away to leave the former admiral to himself, he spun around, slamming a fist into his stomach causing him to double over then completely fall.
"Damn it! Why is everyone such a wreck? Hey, what was the point of coming out here in the first place if all we're gonna be greeted with is this wreck."
"Err...Miles?"
Miles had his back to Edward, but when he saw Peter's concerned face and his spidey sense flared up, he turned around in time to take a sludgy fist in the face. Venom licked his lips.
"Lungs, liver, pancreas. You'll make a nice change to fish and chips."
Miles scrambled back to his feet.
"Venom. You can't get drunk, can you?"
"Beer is...detestable."
"Good. Finally someone with some sense."
The symbiote approached Miles slowly who backed away.
"I need help fighting the Empire. Are you on board or shall I move on?"
"Don't fight the Empire. Their rotting flesh tastes like sewage. You, on the other hand. So fresh...and juicy..."
"Oooooooookaaaaaaaaay. I think we'll be going now."
The spiders made a hasty retreat back to Peter's house. Miles sighed, banging his head on a wall. Peter collapsed back into his chair.
"I told you; nobody wants to fight the Empire."
"No, no. We're not giving up."
"Oh for goodness' sake."
"Those Vikings with the dragons. They're Vikings, right? They live to die in battle."
"That bunch are a weird lot. I wouldn't take it for granted."
"We're going there. What's the number?"
Peter groaned. Clearly Miles was just as stubborn as his wife. He wondered if that was good or bad.
"6119. But the place is a mess, or was the last time I was there. They were all evacuated by Sol but the Empire put them back."
'Mess' was an understatement, Miles thought. He and Peter were standing in the middle of a town built on little more than stumps of rock with a platform connecting them. It looked as if an entire island had been torn away. Of course, Peter had been there to see that happen but Miles was left to speculate. There was also the problem of the black cracks that criss-crossed everything.
"What happened here?"
"Well, if you go diving you'll probably find Alduin's corpse somewhere with the rest of this place."
An exhausted looking man appeared sporting brown hair and a beard. Peter recognised Hiccup. The chief sighed.
'Another war? Look, my people are starving. The Empire sends a ship every week but the last three have been destroyed by some creature. There's barely enough to keep us alive. And we can't go fishing, before you suggest it. They're all gone. And it attracts the dragons."
"Last time I was here, you and the dragons were inseparable."
"Peter, last time you were here there was no Empire, we had a ship to live on. No threat of creatures coming along and taking the position of Alpha."
Miles peered through a crack in the platform, down into the shallow water beneath.
"What does this creature look like?"
"Big, black, it has spikey-plates going up its back."
"Any chance we can go and see it? Maybe we can take it down."
"I guess. It's not like there's anything else to do."
A few minutes later, Hiccup and his wife, Astrid, expertly guided a small Viking ship out of the harbour. Miles felt sorry for these people; they had nothing. The war with Alduin had taken their home, the Empire had taken their safe haven, and now something was destroying their food. It was as if someone was trying to kill them off and was doing a thoroughly good job of it. However, he had much less time to think than he had thought he would. The chief and chieftess had stowed the sail and were making to use the oars. Miles stood up and put his hand on the oar Hiccup held. The chief looked at him questioningly.
"Let me. Save your energy. Peter, grab the other."
The little ship glided along smoothly with Hiccup and Astrid keep watch and the spiders rowing. Suddenly, Astrid shouted.
"Over there!"
The spiders looked: the water was swirling and foaming. Miles shipped his oar and stood up to get a better look just as an enormous, long black object shot out the water then seemed to disappear back into the depths. A moment later, the boat rocked as something else burst from the wave, something much larger. As the spray settled, the spiders had the exact same reaction:
"That's Godzilla."
Godzilla stared at the boat as a swarm of dragons appeared around it. The kaiju opened his mouth and let out his iconic roar. The horrible smell of its breath blasted the four. When the beast went silent, Miles sat down and got back to rowing as Peter did the same.
"At least we know where all the fish went." Said Peter.
Miles shot him a look. There was absolutely no way to take Godzilla on. It was the size of a skyscraper, and despite not being a fan of the trilogy, he knew that next to nothing could kill it.
The boat reached its home unscathed, despite the squadron of dragons tailing it. Miles put his head in his hands.
"Now I've seen it, there's nothing we can do. I'm sorry."
"It's alright. We didn't expect you to be able to." Replied Astrid who looked just as tired as Hiccup.
Miles guessed it was probably a side-effect of starvation. He had to do something, and after a few seconds came up with a solution. He and Peter left the Vikings behind, but only for a couple of hours before returning with suitcases and rucksacks filled with food. It wasn't much, but it would help. Being Spiderman was more than just beating up criminals: it was about helping those in need.
"A new power is rising."
Gwen looked up from her plate at Lucifer who was sitting at the other end of the table.
"What kind of new power?"
"One that will be your undoing. Your husband...you two are still married, aren't you?"
"I don't know how it all works. We never signed divorce paperwork or anything so I think so. It's more his decision than mine."
"Well, he was spotted on CCTV talking to that Chelsea girl."
"The arena fighter?"
"Yes."
"So what? Teresa couldn't kill either of us."
"She came very close to killing you. If she hadn't hesitated we wouldn't be here. Anyway, I was more meaning you might have some competition."
"I doubt it. She's too sadistic for him."
"Look in the mirror."
"Whatever. Keep an eye out. And cancel the bounty on his head. If he does anything stupid I'll deal with him myself."
"If you say so."
Crossovers in this Chapter
- Lucifer
- Venom
- SCP Foundation
- How to Train Your Dragon
- Godzilla
- Skyrim
There were a couple of easter eggs, but I won't bother mentioning them.
Note
Welcome to part four! If you're still reading at this point, thanks very much I guess. Miles has quite the journey ahead, and hopefully he won't die again...