Divine Source
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Chapter 21
Taylor stared at herself in front of the mirror she'd been provided. If it weren't for the fact that this was her wedding dress, she would have to admit that it made her look great. The black material flowed easily around her and it had apparently been made to show off her body.
'Men,' she thought in disgust as she took in her appearance. The floor length dress clutched her upper body sensually as the deep V neck of the collar went to her belly button, showing an ample amount of cleavage. The long sheer sleeves of the dress, fanned out around her arms and the gold trim followed every main part of the dress. There was even a slender gold chain hanging, slanted, around Taylor's waist.
'I could so use this to seduce-' Taylor broke off her train of thought. She shouldn't be thinking about that. Seducing anyone should've been the farthest thing from her mind despite the situation. She didn't have any more time to think after this due to there being a knock at her door.
She took a deep breath and stepped slowly towards the door. On the other side, stood a handsome young man not much older than Taylor by the look of him. He had short black hair, tan skin, and black….
"Shit," muttered Taylor.
"So we're just sitting here while she's down there making out with that Woogy thing?" Logan growled from his seat. Damnit, he was jealous and he knew it. He didn't want Taylor touching anyone else, let alone kissing them. That was the whole point of not trusting Chris. There was something developing between them and Logan could sense it. He didn't want to lose Taylor, not like he'd lost Jean.
Chancing a look over at his rival, Logan saw that Chris' face mirrored his feelings. The younger man was clutching one of the many potion vials he'd acquired, in his hand. If the muscle working overtime in his jaw was anything to go by, then the Woogy was in for the most excruciating vanquish known to man.
"I'm afraid we've got no choice Logan," the professor explained tiredly. He placed his hands in his lap as he spoke, trying his best to calm Logan before he went off on his own. "Taylor is determined to save this child and, since this is her choice, we cannot stop her. You know her destiny. She must protect innocents from demons and since Magneto is possessed by one, this falls into her category."
"Category?" Cyclops asked. He lifted his head from its resting spot on his hand. "What we're coming up with a system now? Look, I know I haven't been the most supportive of this girl, but I honestly can't sit back while she marries Magento…or the Woogy. Whoever the hell it is!"
"We have no choice," Professor Xavier sighed. He was starting to get the strangest sense of déjà vu. It felt as if he had explained this to his fellow mutants a number of times already. "We must allow Taylor ample time to be sure that her innocents are safe. Then we will strike."
Taylor stared up at the Woogy's new handsome form. He wore the black ceremonial robes that were meant for the new Source. Apparently, he wanted to marry her in this form.
"What is wrong with you?" Taylor hissed at the Woogy. His new form was definitely an improvement on the last, but, seeing as how it was still holding the entity of evil, it was still not a happy prospect for a husband. "How is it that you've got this form?"
"I've managed to create a new body after combining myself with Magneto," the Woogy replied to Taylor. She hated to admit it, but his voice now sounded silky and seductive. She hated that she could've easily liked him had he been human and not evil. However, once she'd registered his words, she became confused.
"But then, how can you do this? What about Magneto?" The Woogy smiled slowly showing off his new perfect teeth. Taylor inwardly grimaced. Damn magic.
"Don't worry your lovely little head about Magneto. He has served his purpose. He is slowly being drained of his life and power. Once he is dead, I will have his power within this body and the two of us shall rule the underworld." Taylor gaped at the Woogy as he offered her his arm. "Oh and my dear, please feel free to call me Eric." Taylor numbly accepted the Wo- Eric's arm. He turned and smiled down at her. "Come. We'll be late for our wedding."
'Come. We'll be late for our wedding,' Taylor mocked Eric inwardly. 'What I wouldn't give to destroy his newly handsome ass right now.' The wedding was now in session and they were being joined in their unholy union by some guy in emerald robes and a seriously scarred face. He spoke to them in a language Taylor did not understand, but, by the elated look on Eric's face, he understood it well. From time to time he translated for her, but, other than that, she was completely in the dark.
Suddenly, Taylor was jerked from her thoughts by Eric stepping closer to her with a large goblet in his hand. Without a word, he lifted the cup to his lips and then offered it to her. Smiling painfully, Taylor took the goblet and drank from it. She tasted the bitterness of what she assumed was blood and without another word, her world went black.