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Ultimate Aeon Origins Reboot

Chapter 6: Corruption

General Rogers stood over a pair of graves, both marked with the names of the two people who were the most important people in his life. Their deaths had been what set him on the path he walked, first had come an out of control government. After World War 2, Steve survived his final battle with the Chitauri and returned to a country rebuilding itself. A branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. however had been discovered to have been experimenting on black soldiers, Steve tried to reveal the inhumane experimentation but his efforts to reveal the truth were met with constant sabotage from the very government he had tried to protect. S.H.I. . tried to have him assassinated, Rogers however easily dispatched those sent after him and when he took the fight straight to the intelligence agency he discovered the survivor of the first super soldier experiments, Nicholas Fury. Joining with the survivor, Rogers and Fury took down many political figures whom had supported the experiments, exposing some to the media and killing others. Under Fury's 'tutelage' Rogers had learnt to cross lines and work within the shadows. But Rogers had not yet taken a turn down a dark path. He left the military and married his sweet heart Peggy Carter. She gave birth to a healthy child who grew up with his father's love. Just before the beginning of the Vietnam war however the first catalogued instance of mutant phenomenon arose.

Coney island became the first tragic example of a mutant losing control of his abilities. A mutant whom had been nicknamed 'Wither' accidentally killed his father with his powers. The sight of a man crumbling to pieces drove the public into a panic, both his wife and child were nearly crushed by the crowd. In a rage Steve assaulted Kevin Ford, his enhanced skin and physiology made him immune to Ford's death touch and Ford had no desire to kill him anyway. That however was not when Steve gave into hatred. Turning Kevin into the authorities and rejoining the military, Steve began taking part in the Vietnam war. His very presence and skill on the battlefield gave the Americans a distinct advantage over the Vietcong. Together with Nick Fury and the second super soldier Frank Simpson they formed a unit of commandos, recruiting the likes of Dum Dum Dugan, Gabriel Jones, Frank Castle senior, Victor Creed, Raven Darkholme, James Howlett and Magda Maximoff. The military came to call them the 'Howlers' and after proving to be vital to the American victory in Vietnam, the unit grew and became America's number one special forces unit. The services of Howlett, Creed and Darkholme however showed the president just how effective and valuable mutants could be militarily.

Presidential leaders thereafter would openly recruit mutants into military and political service. Meanwhile in Genosha a mutant movement had grown, led by a young and charismatic man called Erik Lensherr. At first Rogers thought nothing of the man's rise, but then America got involved with conflicts in the Middle East. The super human presence there however resulted not only in an American victory, but the formation of democratic governments (controlled by America of course) throughout numerous countries in the east. Wanting the support and use of a mutant nation, America began to offer help to Erik. The master of magnetism however wanted no help from America. A lone Howler agent however went to Genosha freely and assisted Erik with his efforts to relocate and protect the mutant population. This young man was Charles Xavier, a pacifist whom Rogers had paid little attention to before he joined Lensherr. Becoming both a friend and partner to the rising mutant leader, Charles guided Erik, providing him government Intel and together the two even built a mutant location device. Genosha became a distant memory and the two men moved across America, spreading the idea of mutant and human unity. Steve had the suspicion that there was more to Erik's pacifism than it appeared, but he never had the opportunity to act on it. When Steve took over as director in chief to America's security agencies, he had the Howlers renamed Ultimates and appointed his son commander of military forces. James Rogers was every bit the man his father was, noble, courageous and a skilled fighter too. Upon the realisation that Xavier and Lensherr wouldn't be controlled, the government sent an agent to damage Xavier and Lensherr's plane. The assassination attempt failed to kill Lensherr or stop his discovery of the Savage land and the establishment of a mutant nation there. When his son and daughter came of age he sent both to America as diplomats to negotiate trade and cooperation with them. James served as part of security and Peggy happened to be in the crowd of people gathered to witness a new age.

It was at that point that Rogers's life changed forever and the path of the world was altered irreversibly. Wanda suddenly lost control of her abilities, her reality altering powers caused an entire city block to disappear, hundreds were killed, including James and Peggy. From that point on, consumed by his grief, Steve issued and approved of mutant control methods, the much more violent Wakandan war then occurred, and the much more violent Rogers responded with the same kind of force that had wiped away his family.

"Peggy, James," he whispered the names of his wife and son, standing over both graves with his hands on his shield.

He stood in his famous costume, minus his mask but with the addition of a harness. His eye patch was gone, he looked at both graves not as Rogers the dictator and soldier, but the father and husband.

"You both deserved a better world than the kind those monsters could create, the witch could create only death, only a Necropolis," the man thought of the Scarlet Witch's fate.

Drugged and brainwashed, Wanda was used by the Ultimates as a type of bomb. She was to wipe away defences in Wakanda so that the Ultimates could secure the city. Instead she decimated the once great nation, from that point on Wakanda's former capital became known as the Necropolis.

"My only regret was not being able to see Lensherr...Magneto's reaction, to losing his family too," he said.

"I'd imagine it turned him into even more of a monster," a voice spoke from behind the general.

He turned and looked at his second in command. Carol Danvers was formerly an Air Force colonel, as deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D. she had to go through mandatory enhancement. She was infused with technology dissected from a Kree captain, and wore a suit to help her control her energy based powers. Her outfit was black and had yellow lines running across it, over her chest she wore grey armour with shoulder pads attached, padding was also on her trousers and the fingers of her gloves. She wore a domino mask to cover her eyes.

"Octavius and Osborn just called, they've confirmed that they have enough Gamma enhanced Oz-Formula for a legion of one thousand troops, Mr Fantastic isn't responding to our hails but we've managed to secure a unit of Dynamo's from our contacts in Russia, Molekevic has about two thousand moiloids ready and 'something extra', the cryptic bastard wants it to be some kind of surprise," she briefed her commander as a military officer and not his friend.

"We won't have to worry about man power, but we need a tech expert to access Magneto's dimensional teleporter, Pym is the kind of mind we need and his robots would be best served for infiltrating Fortress X," Rogers explained as he put on his eye patch.

"There's a problem with that sir, well there are actually two problems but Pym is the main one, he refuses to begin production of the Sentry robots," Danvers said.

Rogers turned to his second with a look of fury across his face.

"Why?" he demanded.

"You know Pym, it seems he wasn't convinced the last time you beat him."

"And what's the other problem?" Rogers asked.

"New York sir, you can probably feel the shockwaves from here, Stature is dead, we're assuming agent Thor is dead too and the monster that took them out is rampaging through our city agents, Ward also has a problem in Queens, mutants have incited a riot and our forces there can't handle it," Danvers explained.

"Damn it, we don't have time to deal with some freak and civil unrest, our sources confirmed that that 'being' is getting closer to Earth. If we don't stop it no one will and Magneto's machine is the key, we can wipe away both this threat and the threat Magneto represents," Rogers explained.

He picked up his shield and began to walk to the transport.

"What about the city sir?" Danvers asked.

"We can salvage what's left of it later, think of this as a purge moment, anyone who gets shot is a mutant sympathiser, and there is only one fate for those bastards," Rogers said before he walked onto the aircraft.


Faith let out a sigh as Sven emerged from the covers, kissing her legs and tracing his mouth up to her stomach. Their fourth day in bed together in their new home. Both wanted to be at the heart of civilisation, to witness the tragedies and hopes of the world. Everything seemed to happen in America, they found it exhilarating how there was always some news of someone defying the oppressive government. Faith and Sven wanted to be some small part of that defiance, a baseline human and a human-mutate, together forever they promised.

"This right here, is everything I need," Sven said, kissing Faith's shoulder.

"It wouldn't hurt to have a little more would it?" the woman asked.

"More, what do you mean?" Sven asked.

Faith smiled as she reached for her bedside cabinet. She pulled out a pregnancy kit and showed the results to her lover. A cross between horror and wonder went over Sven's face. He mumbled, holding the test and looking over it himself.

"Oh my god, oh my god you're..." he widened his eyes as Faith pulled him into a kiss.

"Pregnant? Yes..." Faith said, separating her mouth from his. "Now everything's perfect, and they'll continue to be perfect, I don't know what's gone wrong with the world but I don't care, so long as I'm with you I'll always be happy, so long as you're happy I'll be happy," she explained.

"I'm happy right now," Sven said.

"Liar," the woman smiled, flicking his forehead.

"I've been in your head remember, our souls are bound literally, so I know you wish for more...you want to do more for people than you can do now. Sometimes I wish I can do more too, sometimes I see us doing more in our dreams," Faith closed her eyes and rested her head back on her pillow.

"What do you mean?" Sven asked.

"Sometimes I see other places, other worlds, worlds so like our own but different in many others. World's where I don't have to dye my hair, where it's not pink, where we're together with a son and the world has heroes that care about it. But I always go back to one world, where we aren't together, where we had our chance of happiness and it was taken and the world you didn't give up, you helped guide people, two people, one went on to lay the foundations that would unify all heroes...his brother now walks that same path but he struggles, and you continue to guide him, you raise both a son and a student, you have so many friends and you've found new love, a blonde haired woman whose stronger than me, an icon in her own way. But you're sad in some way, this boy you are trying to guide isn't his brother, you know of only one way to lift him up and every time you consider it, it makes me sad."

"Why?" Sven gripped Faith's chin and turned her head so they could look at one another.

"Because I don't want you, any version of you to die," she trembled as tears fell down her face.

"Hey, I'm right here, this is the only world I care about and all I care about is you, and our child, and I'm always going to be here for both of you, loving you both more than anything in this world and any other," Sven explained.

"Oh...you are so soppy," Faith grinned, flicking Sven's face again.

"It sounds crazy but I love you anyway...although what's this blonde like?"

Faith punched her lover in the gut, causing him to laugh out of the pain. She let out a scream of surprise when he lifted her off the bed, carrying her bridal style to the shower. After taking longer in the shower than anyone should the couple dressed and made breakfast, and went through the day as any other couple would. Sven spent the day working on a case, helping a woman track the movements of her unfaithful husband for her divorce trial, Faith worked at a shelter for the people affected by the world. After they had both finished they ate dinner and spent the evening watching TV. Sven stood at the kitchen doing the dishes, occasionally looking over her shoulder to watch the mundane cooking program. A knock came at the door and Sven dried his hands.

"Don't worry I'll get it," he said and Faith waved dismissively.

Though Faith smiled and looked over her shoulder. She could tell that Sven took no offence to being the house husband. As soon as his hand gripped the handle however, everything about their perfect world changed. A great force threw the door open, shoving Sven against the wall. Quickly recovering from the attack, Sven prepared to defend himself against the attackers. When he saw that they were in Ultimate uniforms, he gasped and froze on the spot. That moment was all the leader needed to strike him across the face with his club.

"SVEN!" Faith screamed.

She jumped over the sofa, trying to reach her boyfriend. One of the soldiers grabbed her by her waist. On instinct she elbowed him in the face, cracking his goggles. She tried to grab Sven's hand, only for the commander to lift her up by her neck.

"That's quite enough," the man said.

Faith's hands glowed pink as she grabbed the sides of the man's head. He suddenly screamed and fell away from her. Her eyes glowed as she backed away.

"You are far from what you should be Odinson," she said.

The man suddenly kneed her on the stomach, and pushed her to her knees.

"FAITH NO!" Sven yelled.

He pushed one of the men over the sofa and thrust his hand into another's throat. Tripping the man up, Sven then went for the commander, Golmen recovered from Faith's attack on his spirit and lunged at Sven, tackling him to the floor. Sven quickly gained the advantage, punching Golmen across the face. The other two agents however grabbed Sven by his arms and gave Golmen an opening to punch him in the chest. He continually punched Sven, moving like a boxer against a punching bag. Golmen delivered vicious hooks and jabs to Sven's face, finishing with a knee to his gut. Sven fell to the floor, spitting out spot of blood as he tried to get off of the floor. His world was spinning, he could barely see past his hand or take a single step before collapsing at his door. When Sven regained consciousness he saw that several of the doors throughout the complex had been smashed open or had eviction notices pinned to them. He stood up, clutching his broken ribs as he rose and began walking to the stairs. As he walked down the stairs the world shifted around him again and again. Sometimes he found himself walking through streets towards a pile of rubble, another time he was on a ruined battlefield with the bodies of men and women in costumes he had never seen before. He wondered if he had suffered some kind of concussion or if he was losing grip on reality. The latter was correct to a degree, for Sven was seeing other worlds.

He saw worlds where Faith and their child had died, worlds where she had been one of many super hero casualties, worlds where he was crawling through the dirt to join her in death, worlds where even he had killed her or his best friend had done so. Sven shook the visions away, running his hands over his eyes as if to wipe away sleep. He had reached the bottom of the stairs and walked out of the apartment complex. It was raining on the streets, Sven could barely see the path ahead of him, through the rain and the visions he was being bombarded with. He was walking towards something in each vision, a room with veils in, a tree, a bar, he came back to reality and saw something in the road, lying in a puddle of blood.

"Oh god, no," he whispered.

Sven fell to his knees as he reached the body. He turned her over and looked into Faith's dead eyes. There was no chance for a goodbye, no final kiss, she was just there lying in the soaked road, a bullet wound to her gut. She had bled out waiting for him, and he'd been unconscious the whole time. The broken man hugged her body, touching her belly as if stroking his dead child. He screamed as the rain came down, like a wounded animal his cries echoed through the streets, but no one came out. It was not that it was a street filled with bad people, it was because it was a world where fear, hopelessness and survival had become the norm. Everyone was broken in their own way, because those in power, those who were supposed to be the world's greatest heroes had become their greatest tyrants. Sven continued screaming, praying that this was a dream, praying that he had died instead of Faith, praying for any kind of miracle.


"RAAAAARGH!"

An agonising scream was the last thing Phil Coulson ever heard. The grey and red giant rampaged through his squad, squashing agents both good and bad underneath his feet. He bashed their tanks and jeeps aside, one jeep was unfortunate enough to land on Coulson. The man, no longer the good person he knew people once considered him to be looked up at the sky. His body was broken, perhaps matching the state of his conscience. He looked to his left and saw the grey and red giant, running through the streets, consumed by the deep rage.

"Sven," he whispered.

Coulson looked at the giant and saw instead a boy, a boy who had once been so full of hope. Phil Coulson had watched Sven through the years, he had been a friend of his father. For years Phil hoped that out of all the people in the world, Sven would be the one to hold onto hope. That had probably been his greatest sin, to dare to hope in a world where hope was all but lost. He looked up at the sky and let his tears fall. Any other Phil Coulson would have died smiling, but in this world even he had done bad things. As he died he didn't smile, because he knew he wouldn't be going to heaven.

'Maybe this is justice,' he thought at the end.

Loki looked at Coulson dying and laughed. He looked at Sven and rolled over in hysterics.

"Oh this is rich, the most heroic person in the multiverse reduced to a rampaging animal, I haven't been this amused since the Ultimates fought the Hulk," Loki explained.

Sven kicked cars aside and crashed into buildings, raising his hands to shield his eyes from bullets and rockets. Drones flew around him, pelting him with bullets whilst vertical landing aircrafts fired missiles at him. On the streets police teams and Ultimate agents fired pistols and rifles against the enemy he wouldn't stop. Dragging his hand through a building, Sven threw desks, rubble and even people at the soldiers beneath him. He swept his arm over the ground, crushing soldier and civilian alike. The glow in his eyes intensified as he roared. Beams suddenly flew from his eyes, cutting apart the Ultimate aircrafts. They slammed into the streets like bombs, consuming the poor souls caught in the blasts.

"Oooh, Cyclops wont like you using his powers that way," Loki grinned.

Lightning crashed down around Sven, cutting through skyscrapers and drilling into the ground.

"Is that Thor or Storm's powers? Not that it matters," the god of mischief laughed before his eyes came to the sky.

Loki narrowed his eyes slightly as he saw something flying through the clouds.

"That is new," he said.

His attention was then drawn back to Sven's rampage. Giving reality a little warp, Loki teleported into Queens, a little bit ahead of Sven. There he saw the Sentinel walking through the crowds. Inside the cockpit sat Slade Reilly, who gripped the controls tightly and swore.

"DAMN IT!" he yelled. "Why? Why can't any of you see that this is necessary?"

He fired the Sentinel's palm laser, hitting Sunder in the back and bringing him to the floor. Sarah threw a spike into Ward's hand and then tackled him to the ground. She punched the man twice, aiming a spike on her wrist at his neck. He grabbed her arm and twisted it round, shoving Sarah's face in the dirt.

"Mutant freak, we should gather you all up into camps, wipe you all out," Ward snarled.

Sarah yelled as spikes formed on the back of her head. She threw her head back, cutting Ward's wrist. He pulled the bone dagger out of his hand and slashed it at Sarah. She fell back and rolled away from the agent, grabbing a nearby gun. Ward kicked the pistol out of her grip and shoved the spike into her shoulder.

"Fucking die you bitch, FUCKING DIE!" he yelled.

"SUNDER!"

The cry came to his left and Ward widened his eyes as the mutant behemoth grabbed him by his neck. Sunder screamed in remorse as he squeezed, breaking the agent's neck quickly and cleanly. He threw Ward's body aside and crouched, crying like a child scolded by a parent. Kenji wrapped his tentacles around the Sentinel, trying to keep it at bay. Slade grabbed Kenji's head and threw him into the Parker house. He raised the Sentinel's arm and fired a beam across the dirt. Kenji quickly split his body in two, regenerating away from the beam that atomised his other half.

"KENJI!" Laurie screamed as she flew at her boyfriend.

She grabbed him, allowing him to wrap his arms around her.

"I can fly us out of here faster, we can get away from this craziness," Laurie said.

"It doesn't matter how far we go Laurie it will find us, we can make a stand here, but if you want to run I'll run with you," Kenji smiled.

The pair kissed, just as a beam flew towards them. Pixie screamed in horror, watching the lovers being consumed by the beam. Beast roared and jumped on the Sentinel's leg, slashing at the armour. He jumped onto its hand and ripped open a panel. But a shot fired by an agent on the street struck his shoulder. Beast fell onto the roof of a car, he was ripe for the Sentinel's picking. Slade raised the Sentinel's foot and prepared to stomp down.

"You're all better off dead, for our children's sake," he said.

Suddenly, a fist slammed into the Sentinel's head, sending it falling back. Slade looked up at his opponent in both confusion and anger.

"It seems the father and the son must finally fight," Loki smirked as the Sentinel rose.

Sven yelled, accessing Quicksilver's speed again. He reappeared behind the Sentinel, aiming another fist towards its head. Slade however fired a blast into Sven's face, melting away his skin. A new layer of skin formed over Sven's skull as he swung his fist at the Sentinel again. Slade pulled his fist back, activating rockets on the Sentinel's elbows that boosted its power. Both fists slammed together, releasing a shockwave that knocked the people back. Slade followed up with a three punch combo, then pushed Sven back with a beam and launched a few missiles. The missiles slammed into Sven's knees and chest, bringing him to the ground.

"Just another freak, nothing special about him, burn him to ashes, burn every last one of them to ashes," Slade snarled, consumed by his hatred.

Sven roared as he stood up, his knuckles began to bulge, catching Slade's attention. Bone ripped through flesh, three pronged blades slid out of Sven's knuckles. Layers of metal suddenly covered the claws. Sven dragged his claws across the ground and slashed the Sentinel's arms. Slade fired blasts directly into Sven's face, even as the claws cut through the Sentinel's arms. He fired his remote missiles, hitting Sven's back and exposing his spine. A final missile struck Sven's back, causing him to yell in pain. The Sentinel's arms fell to the floor, along with Sven's claws. But Slade didn't stop, he obsessively attacked his son, shoulder barging him until he was on the ground. The Sentinel slammed its foot into Slade's chest and activated its after burners, burning at his flesh. Slade then fired the Sentinel's optic blasts, coating Sven's face in energy.

"Die, die, die," Slade chanted.

He stomped on Sven's shoulder, breaking the bone and slammed his foot against Sven's chest again and again. Again he fired an optic blast, cutting off Sven's other arm.

"Burn them all, every last one of them, burn them in their houses, in the streets, in their beds, in their mother's wombs, die, die, EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU JUST DIE!" Slade screamed.

He slammed his foot into Sven's face, denting the skull and popping out the eyeballs. Sarah and Pixie crawled out of the rubble left by the fight and looked at the giants.

"You were all mistakes, none of you should have ever existed," Slade said over the Sentinel's speakers.

Steam shot out of Sven's mouth and the sound of a growl filled the air.

"Destroy it, destroy...this world!"

Slade adjusted the settings on the Sentinel's speakers, looking down at his fallen enemy. He couldn't ear exactly what was happening to the body, but Sarah and Pixie could. They could only describe it as something...growing on the creature's stumps. Sarah widened her eyes, seeing the old bone fall out of the stump as a new bone began to grow. New muscle fibres formed over the bone, followed by new skin.

"JUST DIE!" Slade screamed.

He raised the Sentinel's foot, only for Sven's skin to suddenly turn into metal. The Sentinel's foot shattered upon contact with the harder surface. Sven suddenly rose, head butting the Sentinel so hard that it formed a dent. He raised his arms as the hands regenerated. The markings across his body glowed green as his metal skin disappeared. He slammed his hands together, crushing the Sentinel's head completely. Then he shoved the Sentinel to the ground and climbed on top of it. With his hands and teeth, the monster began to tear into the metal cradle, sending oil and pieces of metal scattering across the ground. Sarah pulled Beast out of some of the rubble and looked up at the monster. Bullets suddenly pelted its skin, causing it to look at the human inside the Sentinel.

"Die, die, die, die, die,die,die,die,dieDIE!DIE!DIE!" Slade's voice grew more demented with each second and ear bullet he uselessly fired.

He kept muttering his new mantra and pulling the trigger long before his pistol was empty. Sven picked the man up and frowned at his hateful form.

"I can't believe you, why couldn't you just talk to me, why go to her?"

"She and I can actually agree on something."

"Damn it Slade, what did I do that was so wrong? Or is it you, has Rogers got you so brainwashed that you'll believe any crap he comes out with?"

"He can track mutation, Kate will become a mutant, if not her then her children."

"You think you can just take her away to be sterilised, I won't let you."

"You'll do as I damn well say woman."

"No I won't, and neither will our son, Sven and Kate are people, entitled to live any kind of life they want, Sven's found love, so will Kate one day."

"I will never accept a mutant freak into this family!"

"Then go back to that whore Romanoff, you aren't the man I fell in love with, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"An affair, you had an affair...father?"

"There, that's their apartment, kill the woman Golmen but don't harm my son."

"What if he fights back?"

"A little force will be necessary, just make sure you kill the bitch!"

"It was you, you told the Ultimates where we were, Faith's dead because of you."

"I'll always listen to you boy."

"Mom didn't leave you because you were in the right, she left you because you were wrong. You lied to me, you've always lied to me, I was better off with you dead! YOU MURDERED MY WIFE! I'LL KILL YOU AND THIS WORLD!"


Sven vomited, it was a bad end to an even worse life. Yet he was still alive, even though his life ended a year ago, when the love of his life died. Sven Reilly cast his eyes to the ground in depression as the bouncers guided him towards the door. Again he was thrown out into the streets. Ever since his loves death he had buried himself in alcohol, drugs, anything that took his mind away from the pain of having lost Faith.

"What is this? What am I seeing?"

And to top it off he had been hallucinating, hearing voices in his head, though it was no surprise to him, the rest of the world was crazy so he shouldn't be the exception. He stood up and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Pretty soon he was going to run out of bars to drink in.

"Looking for something beautiful?"

Sven looked to his right and widened his eyes slightly at what he saw. She could only be described as godly in her beauty, Sven had honestly never seen anyone so perfect before. Despite the cold she wore a green dress that left her legs and midriff exposed. Her lips and nails were coated green and her perfect straight blonde hair rested on her shoulders. She extended her hand, touching Sven's face. Instantly Sven felt better, as if the alcohol had been burnt out of his system without the hangover.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Call me Miss...Blake," the woman smirked.

"This is...wrong, there's something about her, something enchanting but dark too."

"Come with me, out of the cold," Blake said.

She turned on her heels and began walking away, swaying her hips with every step. She smirked as the young man began to follow.

"No, stop, don't go with her, we need to save the world, the world is on the brink of destruction we don't have time for this."

Sven ignored the voice in his head and kept on walking. He stared at Miss Blake, she had been the only woman in years to actually talk to him, to not care that he had a mutant wife or mutant nephews. She led him to a rundown apartment complex. Walking through the floors of the building, Sven thought he had lost her one or three times. Every time he caught sight of her again he smiled and followed quicker. She stood at the end of a corridor at the second to top floor, beckoning him to follow her into a room.

"This is a trap, it's dangerous, don't follow her just walk away."

Not even the voice in his head could drive away his curiosity as he followed. When he entered the room he felt even better than he had before. Unlike the rest of the complex, the apartment was perfect, clean, dark but the gold floor and ceiling was illuminated by candles. Miss Blake sat at a table, her chair set a few inches away from it. She sat with her legs crossed, watching Sven as he removed his jacket and took a seat. He removed the cover of a plate and sniffed the food she had cooked.

"What have I done to deserve this heaven?" Sven asked.

"This is just a simple taste of heaven Sven Reilly," Miss Blake said.

Sven looked at the woman and for a moment he narrowed his eyes, suspicious of her.

"I know you Sven, I know you are a very special man, one who can achieve the impossible with the right motivation, which is what this world will need for what's coming," Blake explained.

"What's coming?" Sven asked.

Blake leant back on her chair, playing with the strands of her hair.

"It doesn't matter, because at this point there is no stopping it, we can only plant the seeds for something new, something better," Blake said.

"Who are you?"

"I am Idunn, Gaia, Amora, many names, many roles but only one that is important...the creation of Asgardia," Amora stood and walked to her bed.

She took a plate with a golden cover on it to Sven, smiling as she removed the cover.

"It's an apple," Sven said, unimpressed.

"Not just any apple, its what's essential in the rebuilding of Yggdrasil, the tree of life, you see Sven you are a conduit, the dreams you have been having are not just visions but truth, you are seeing other worlds, other possibilities. You are a conduit to every version of the spirit world," Amora explained.

"I don't understand," Sven said.

"Take a single bit from this apple and you'll understand," Amora said.

Sven took the apple and looked between it and the beauty who was tempting him. She smiled warmly at him as he bought the apple to his mouth. With her rubbing his neck he bit the apple, chewing blissfully on the sweet piece he had eaten. He swallowed, just as Amora pulled him off of the chair. She kissed him and he wrapped his arms around her. The apple fell to the floor as a portal opened, illuminating the two lover. Sven ran his hands through Amora's hair as she moaned, both savouring the taste of one another's lips. Amora pulled Sven's shirt over his head and ran her hands across his chest, smiling as green markings began to glow on his skin. He followed her into the portal and marvelled at what he saw. It was a tree of some kind, bigger than anything Sven had seen before. But the tree was dead, and Amora herself had changed. She wore a green corset and green trousers, with a green cloak.

"Yggdrasil, the tree of life, I need your power to restore it," Amora said as she touched Sven's chest.

She pushed him towards the tree, kissing him as he got closer and closer. He raised his hand to caress his cheek, but the woman raised his arm up. Sven tried to move his arm to touch Amora. But much to his shock he found he couldn't move his right or his left arm, and both his feet were stuck in place. He looked at both his limbs and saw that the roots and branches of the tree had 'eaten them'.

"Oh god, what is this?" Sven asked.

"Every tree needs fertiliser," Amora smirked before smashing her lips against his.

Sven felt no pain as Yggdrasil began to eat him. He felt only the energy Amora pumped into him with her kiss. Then the visions returned and Sven saw Amora kissing him again. He saw different Amora's kissing him, an Amora wearing no cloak and an armoured outfit that included a crown of some sort around her face, an Amora in red clothes surrounded by fire, an Amora in a green one piece with green boots and green and yellow sleeves and even a younger version of Amora without her crown or signature garb.

"What is this?"

This was the last thing he saw before the life tree consumed him.

"What just happened?"

"You died, in a sense!"

"You're that voice I heard before, what I just felt, several versions of myself just dying at once, why did I feel that?"

"Because Sven Reilly as Amora said you are a conduit, you can see and feel what other versions of you have done, except Amora went to the wrong Earth, she went to an Earth nearly identical to the one you came from, an Earth designated Earth 610, a world where you lost your wife because of Ultimatum, a world where you never truly embraced the spirit of heroism, I had to show you that world Sven to snap you out of that state."

"I don't understand, who are you?"

"Oh sorry, it can be odd for people who aren't part of the astral plane as I am, let me show you!"

Sven raised his hands as a bright light shined in his eyes. He looked at his surroundings in shock. No longer was he in queens but in some kind of office. Sitting with his back to him was a bald man dressed in a finely cut suit. He saw on a wheelchair and looked out at an empty field.

"This was the best I could do, after spending so long simply talking to people crafting a world can be difficult," the man said as he turned his chair around.

Sven widened his eyes slightly, recognising the person sitting in front of him. He had been the one guiding Sven so far.

"It's good to meet you face to face (in a sense) Sven Reilly, my name is Charles Xavier, and I want to help you save the world."

Next Chapter 7: Hope


Charles Xavier is back, next time he and Sven discuss the situation of the world and what's coming in the future.