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Episode 31 - Wolverine Goes To Hell


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Adele - Skyfall (Lyric Video)


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Dies irae - Animation OST: Burlesque


After a moment not too soon, the three young girls: Misaki Shokuhou, Seria Kumokawa, and Ayu Mitsuari have finally return to the place where it all began. They, Touma Kamijou and everyone else that would accompany them on their journey.

They were standing back to the circumference that was covered in ancient Elder Futhark runes, with Touma Kamijou beginning to sit down at the empty spot. IT would be standing at the side, smiling in turn as he awaits the departure of his user and student, and everyone else who had undertaken the journey.

"...Now then everyone, and to the three young ladies first of all, I would assume that you all find this journey to the realm of the Imagine Breaker to your liking," IT asked.

Shokuhou, Kumokawa, and Mitsuari smirked as they look to each other, before they would eventually turn to the giant 20m tall dragon.

"Why of course, Lord IT. The pleasure is all ours to enjoy for the past few days of our stay. It was quite...enjoyable so to speak," Shokuhou smiled genuinely.

Sure, there may have involved some rather streneous activities that are too long to list and mentioned, but on the plus side, she seem to have improved a bit in the physical department. Who knew that spending days or weeks in a dimension disconneted to time can have a bit of a flair for a change of scenery?

Honestly, she was more than thankful enough to be keep her mind off of other things based on a few encouraging factors.

First and foremost was Dolly.

Her old friend from long ago was actually alive and doing well. It was a miracle. Screw the science, Shokuhou thought. It was a miracle and nothing else. In fact, ever since she spent a lot of time in the Imagine Breaker's Dimension, she could feel strange thoughts coming through her mind the more she was close to the young man by the name of Touma Kamijou.

She didn't know why but...there was something there. A connection if you will. It was like...she would have been fated to meet this young man who had saved Mitsuari from being assaulted by the punks at the intersection not that long ago.

No...more than that. It was rather blurry and confusing, but she could make out a few things in her mind that would make her discern and relate to a specific painting on the wall that she, Kumokawa, and Mitsuari had passed by not too long ago. The one that depicted one of many battles in the Last Great Time War. Certain feelings that would tell her from within her...I suppose that one could say the soul of her own being, to get to the more mystical aspects. If souls could be scientifically explained that is, but there have been attempts to understand it through the lens of science. Shokuhou in turn would not be surprised if there were certain experiments from within Academy City that had been conducted and tested in order to discover such a concept and understand it.

The point remains that she knew that this person, Touma Kamijou, was someone that she seem to have been aquained with at some point.

But where? But when?

Nothing add up. She could try sifting through every bit of memory from within her mind through the use of her remotes, to which she had done from in-between the moments of physical activities and other types of leisure and adventure, but she could ultimately find none whatsoever. And that in turn couldn't help but make her worry.

Perhaps...

Shokuhou would take a glance at Dr. Strange for a moment. She wondered if she could ask for his expertise on the matter. Normally, she wouldn't have even thought of this. She never did trusted anyone to lay her secrets bare due to being in a city that was nothing to her except darkness and depravity. Morality and ethics seem like fleeting concepts that are bankrupt and is only held up for convenience sake when it shows itself to the public eye. Science was the ultimate factor. It was always about science in the end, and many would try to pursue such lofty goals, not for the benefit of humanity and other things that are deemed to be noble and true, but rather for their own benefit.

In fact, isn't that quite the conundrum for many who aren't truly aware of what has happened in the city?

But now...

Seeing all of the things that she had seen up to now, she was starting to slowly reevaluate. There was no easy feat to disperse her understandable paranoia any time soon, but...

She would glance towards the spiky haired young man who was sitting on the empty circle speaking to the tall dragon.

"I suppose that this is farewell for now, Imagine Breaker. Although, it would hardly be as such when this dimension remains a part of your being as you still draw breath," IT mused with a smile.

Kamijou smiled, not responding with his voice but only with his expression and a nod of respect and affirmation. From student to master.

And then, several seconds later, IT would disappear. The blankless dimension that Kamijou and the others had all been through in their entrance would change back to the library where they recently left.

Not much time seem to have passed since then. The objects, shelves, and other pieces of furniture where still there, rearranged and organized to fit the mood.

"Welp, we're back," Timothy Jackson 'Tim' Drake said with a smile, looking at Kamijou. "I guess I should probably call Batman and tell him about the things that have happened. Daily report and all, you know."


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CoD: Modern Warfare 2 Soundtrack - Burning Heliride


Then suddenly...

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Everyone begins to hear a beaping sound from somewhere. They all turn to look at Dr. Strange who was sporting a concerned expression, taking something from his pocket which was a white identification card that would show his name, picture, and other signatures that came forth from the hands of Nicholas Joseph 'Nick' Fury. Abigail Brand, and Charles Little Sky.

It was the Avengers Identicard.

A state-of-the-art tech at its finest used by various members of the Avengers, created by none other than Anthony Edward 'Tony' Stark, designed and retrofitted with various functions. One of those functions just so happen to contain a holographic projection screen.

Dr. Strange would turn the holographic projector function on, seeing a familiar face wearing the iconic blue, red, and whte uniform.

Captain Steven Grant 'Steve' Rogers — Captain America.

"Captain America? Do what do I owe the pleasure of your call?," Dr. Strange asked with a smile.

Captain America, sporting a grim expression, said. "Doctor, we've got a major problem on our hands, and well...see for yourself."

And so, Captain America would turn his Avengers Identicard a little to the right and would see...

Downtown Manhattan getting invaded by demons with batwings, carrying pitchforks, swords, you name it.

"Wait what?!," Kamijou and Robin exclaimed in shock, walking fast towards Dr. Strange's position along with Clea and Bats.

Shokuhou, Kumokawa, and Mitsuari would join them as they see for themselves as to what appears to be battle happening on the streets. Multiple soldiers with advance nlue bulky painted armor and rifles, sporting the 'A.R.M.O.R' logo, were firing energy beams that would incinerate any demon from their path. There were other heroes, Avengers by name and by bond, who were present at the scene and using their respective powers and abilities to take down multiple numbers of the demonic creatures that would seemingly come from random holes in the skies.

"...My god," Mitsuari sported a shocked expression, looking at the devastation throughout the surrounding area. There were flames everywhere. There were no bodies that she could see, but hoped that there were none of the sort.

"We're going to need your assistance here, Doctor. And it's not just happening here, it's all over New York. Multiple Avengers are now responding to this incident as fast as possible, but we need someone to deal with this in a precise manner without any unnecessary casualties on the line," Captain America explained in a grim tone.

"Oh I believe that I can help with closing the rifts just fine, Captain. And I also have Touma and Robin who are with me at the moment, so they should be able to help out with this problem," Dr Strange looked towards the two young boys who were sporting serious expressions. "I'm going to need you two to handle the remains while I close the sources of these problems. Can you both do that for me?"

"You got it, Doc," Robin nodded. He turned to Kamijou and said with a knowing smile. "Well, good thing I packed the holy water bombs in my utility belt just in case something like this were to happen."

"And since we're dealing with a demon invasion, I might as well be wearing my other uniform just in case," Kamijou would say with a knowing smile of his own before turning serious.

He would recite the following words in Latin, exclaiming.

"Vere hic Filius Dei erat! (Truly this man was the Son of God!)"

Then suddenly...

The air would seemingly change around Shokuhou, Kumokawa, and Mitsuari as they raise their hands, feeling the brush of wind which would wave their hair and clothing. Suddenly, winds begins to form around from all sides, circling around him, which gently blows towards their direction and through the entirety of the library. The once spiky hair became straight and normal. Clothes that he wore begin to completely change, transforming it into another type of clothing. From a simple middle school uniform to a uniform that is worn by the ancient centurions of ancient Rome.

It consisted of a lorica segmentata personal body armor with the colors of gold and silver with a red tunic underneath, red shorts, a long red cape, at the center of the armor and of the cape sports the labarum (Greek: λάβαρον) which was a vexillum (military standard) that displayed the "Chi-Rho" symbol, a christogram formed from the first two Greek letters of the word "Christ" (Greek: ΧΡΙΣΤΟΣ, or Χριστός) — Chi (χ) and Rho (ρ), which was first used by the Holy Roman Emperor Constantine the Great, a symbol that was born from a Divine Private Revelation, for the end of Roman persecutions of the Christians for the past four centuries, and a pair of Caligae military sandal brown boots.

It was the same type of clothing that the three young women had seen firsthand back in their trip to literal memory lane when they saw a glimpse of Kamijou's past battling literal hordes of the inferno.

And then, they would seem something materializing from Kamijou's right hand.

It appeared to be a hilt of a weapon, without the metal blade. Only a hole appears on the center of the metal cylinder that sports the colors of gold, with white lines. It has a couple of buttons that were sported in the sides of the hilt. Each button would seem to denote a hidden function.

There appears to be an inscription that seems to be present in the hilt from the two sides of the cylinder. From one side, there seems to be a symbol that was on the top that appears to be a christogram that is formed by superimposing the first two (capital) letters—chi and rho (ΧΡ)—of the Greek word ΧΡΙΣΤΟΣ (Christos) in such a way that the vertical stroke of the rho intersects the center of the chi. Then there was a phrase that was written in Hebrew, Greek, and Latin.

The Chi-Rho Symbol.

בסימן זה אתה תכבוש

ἐν τούτῳ νίκα

In hoc signo vinces

(In this sign thou shalt conquer)

On the other side, number '571012' is present. These were biblical numbers. 5 - signifies GOD's grace, goodness and favor. 7 - signifies the foundation of GOD's word. 10 - signifies testimony, law, responsibility and the completeness of order. 12 - symbolizes GOD's power and authority, as well as serving as a perfect governmental foundation. There's also a Scripture passage that seems to be written below the numbers. One that seems to be written in the languages of Hebrew, Greek, and Latin.

571012

והנה, אני איתך תמיד, עד סוף העידן.

Και ιδού, είμαι πάντα μαζί σας, μέχρι το τέλος του αιώνα.

Et ecce ego vobiscum sum omnibus diebus usque ad consummationem saeculi.

(And behold, I am with you always, until the end of the age.)

The hilt would then transform into a form resembling an ancient sword, just without the metal blade. And out came forth a blue sharp blade appearing forth from the center. A humming sound were to be heard from it. The glow of which would fascinate the three young women who were watching curiously at the sword and at the armor that Kamijou wore.

"...Wow," Kumokawa softly muttered.

Robin in turn would draw out his Battle Staff, twisting it with his right hand in a circular fashion. "Let's do this."

"Good tidings to you two," Clea Strange said, raising her right hand to open a pink conjured portal to one part of Downtown Manhattan which were being infested by demons, and were being engaged by fellow superheroes, SHIELD and ARMOR personnel with rifles that were cocking each energy blast that managed to disintegrate the demons. But more of the abominations keep coming.

"Girls," Kamijou spoke to the three young women who were looking at him out of concern and curiosity. "Wish us the best."

Then both Kamijou and Robin charge into the frey.

"Wh-"

Shokuhou would softly mutter, automatically raising her right hand, sporting an expression full of concern and anxiety, and other complicated feelings would arise. But she couldn't complete her sentence. And by the time she sees the two enter through the portal, it would close automatically, leaving her and the other two young women staring at a non-existent area.

Why? Why was she feeling this way? Why did it felt like...?

That it felt like that he was going to leave her...?

And why was she bothered by this...?

Bewildering thoughts would come through the mind of Mental Out, feeling confused due to the thoughts that were to come her way. These thoughts, as much as she discerned, were based on fear, anxiety, and other concerns. It was an ugly feeling that seem to rear its ugly head, claiming that the boy would somehow leave her behind...without remembering her.

How odd...

"Misaki?"

She would blink for a few moments, staring towards Bats who was waging his tail, tilting his face out of concern.

"Are you alright?"

She would blink once more a few times, getting her bearings together as she would look at the trusted companion of the Sorcerer Supreme directly at the eye with an automatic smile.

"Of course I'm fine, Bats. Don't worry about me," she would say.

But she would look at Bats' expression and knew one thing, that it was as if he weren't fooled by the second based on the knitted eyebrows and soft squealing sounds. She would glance to her left, seeing Kumokawa side-staring at her with that familiar suspicious look, wondering as well as Bats was.

"Now all that's left is for me to perform the following spell," Dr. Strange would glow his eyes, with shades of grey turning bright, hovering in a monk-like position. "This won't take long."


Kamala Khan, also known as the superhero Ms. Marvel, a Muslim Pakistani-American young teenage woman with brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a biokinetic polymer suit, was currently having the time of her life.

Define 'time' at this point where everything around her was filled with demons with swords, arrows, and pitchforks. And they were being engaged by her and other fellow heroes who were at the scene.

There was Morgan Stark — Iron Maiden hovering from the skies just as she was firing her repulsors at the demons, disintegrating them into mere ashes. There was James Rogers — Captain America who was using his star sprankled shield to block the incoming pitchforks and use his shield to hit three demons at the torso, sending him away for 5 meters before Francis Barton — Hawkeye fires straight-pointed arrows onto the three demons, killing them instantly as they fell to the ground.

Yeah...Just your average day in New York City, but you think that I'd be used to this by now, Kamala thought to herself as she would raise her limbs, with her fists enlarging and swatting multiple demons like flies from both west and east, sending them crashing through the buildings and then the pavement, with cracks on the walls and the floor.

And then...

She would notice a pink conjured portal, seeing two familiar faces about to come into the fray of the battle. One of them in fact, a spiky-haired young man wearing Roman centurion armor, was wielding a blue blade that would glow luminously, turning pure white. Then this centurion would slash the sword from one direction, just a few meters into the air, and managed to cut multiple demons down as they were sent crashing to the pavement.

The heroes and the ARMOR troops would all take notice of the attack as they see the two young men diving into the fray. After the slash came another, a bright holy light that managed to slash through multiple demons from another side, and another young man, wearing a black domino mask and an 'R' icon located near the left side of the chest, would begin to throw a couple of disk-like projectiles and managed to explode on a couple of demons who were present on the ground, revealing extra pounds of sprinkled holy water blessed by either a priest of Roman Catholic or of Eastern Orthodox, with the demons instantly lighting up in mere flames, screaming in agony as they turn to immediate dust.

Kamijou would use his sword to aim for the head, cutting one demon down. Then another two demons were cut down by the sword. And another. And another. And after a few more, Kamijou would twist and turn to the left, slashing the demon with an axe right at the waist, slicing it in half and tumbling through the floor.

The ARMOR soldiers, invigorated by the display of the two heroes, would begin to pay more close attention to the battle, with some providing cover fire while others aim for the rifts that were still sprouting multiple demons like mere confetti in a birthday party.

"Hey guys," Kamijou said with a smile, speaking in the English tongue, changing his sword to a bow, putting his left arm to the tip of the bow, firing multiple produced arrows that were sent to the demons nearby the rift, and by the time they hit, they cause multiple explosions that rapidly expanded near the rift, killing legions upon legions. "Figure that you all need a little help. Just thought to give you all a heads up that Dr. Strange is now about to close the rifts in the next few moments."

And say and behold, the rifts would suddenly close, slicing any unfortunate demon that got stuck from between, sealing the wounds that left behind the stench of sulfuric acid.

"Ew, now that's just nasty," Morgan, sporting a grimaced expression, could only watch in disgust at the green slime blood and demonic body parts that would now fall from where the portals had closed.

"We're not out of this yet, people," James said, glancing at the remaining demons that would litter the skies, the buildings, and the pavement. "We still have a lot of cleaning up to do. Touma, bring us in," he said, smiling towards Kamijou.

Kamijou, smiling in kind, would nod at the son of Steve Rogers, and would turn his bow into a shield, with the Chi-Rho symbol present as part of the banner, with blue luminescent color features through all sides, and would be raised to the air.

"Avengers, Assemble!"

And then came a battle unlike any other. The six heroes would use their respective powers and abilities to ensure that the demons would be taken out one by one. Arrows fired. Shields thrown. Muon beams fired. Every form of attack was counted, every maneuver brought close to mere victory as the young heroes secured the intersections and street corners.


Shokuhou, Kumokawa, and Mitsuari were simply seated on wooden chairs as they oversea the battles that were occuring throughout New York City. To their surprise and awe, multiple colored superhumans wearing special type of uniforms that seem to have come forth from some kind of manga, or comic in Western comparison, were seen in droves. There were thousands of these heroes, from different walks of life, fighting tooth and nail to protect the innocent who try to flee to safety.

Aside from Kamijou, his six allies, and the armored men with 'A.R.M.O.R.' on their shoulder blades, there were others. There were the same recognizable men in T-shaped visors, clone troopers that numbered in the thousands, bearing red color markings, belonging to the Inter-Universal Clone Shock Troopers, a batch specifically function to be the likened to a military police response force for the worst types of situations.

Then there was the familiar star-spangled man wielding his mighty shield, Steve Rogers — Captain America, throwing said mighty shield upon one demon and slicing them in half. Another muon beam, twice in one row, came forth from a man wearing the classic red and gold armor, Tony Stark — Iron Man, who was flying ahead from the sky and raising his arms, flying at high speed and dodging pitchforks and arrows that came his way.

Then there was another man, wearing a spider-theme costume of red and blue, Peter Parker — Spider-Man, swinging through the skies and performing acrobatic feats that surpass even circus-level performers, kicking through each of them through the torso and sending them crashing through the pavement. Another was man wearing black and purple, wearing a pair of purple shades, Clint Barton — Hawkeye, firing a set of arrows that managed to hit their targets, killing them in one blow.

Then there was a fast runner, a man with white hair, a blue spandex suit with a high collar, with the chest, gloves, and knee high boots decorated with gray colors and gray lightning streaks, Pietro Maximoff — Quicksilver, cutting down multiple demons from the ground in a mere second.

Then there was a man with green clothing and yellow long sides, wearing a yellow mask with two twin tails to cover his face except for his mouth, Daniel Rand — Iron Fist who was performing yellow chi-colored punches that manages to knock the demons out one by one, alongside Luke Cage — Power Man, a muscular African American wearing a yellow shirt, black pants, and black shoes with shades of white from the sides assisting Iron Fist by pummeling multiple demons away, crashing from one automobile or landing into the pavement, or getting thrown to the air, only to be kicked to the torso by Spider-Man who was passing by swinging as best as he could and take down multiple demons with powerful kicks.

These and many more heroes were being watched by the three young women, and they would even spot many who appear to be their general age, using powers out in the open for all to see as they take the fight to the invaders who never belonged to this world. They were watching all this in awe, looking at the spectacle with interest from the orange mystical portal screens that were conjured by none other than Dr. Strange who along with Clea Strange and Bats were observing the present situation.

"It would appear that this situation seems to be contained for now, much to my relief. However, I must say that demons coming out from rifts in space-time isn't something that one were to say 'natural' in terms of origins," Dr. Strange said with a grim expression.

Shokuhou, Kumokawa, and Mitsuari couldn't help but pay attention to the discussion that was taking place. Clea spoke in turn.

"I suppose that there seems to be genuine cause to this, dear. What I'm feeling from these hordes is that these weren't random occurences, but were let in by some unknown force that could only come from this very world."

"Wait, hold on, are you...are you saying that these things were summoned, Clea-sensei?," Kumokawa sported a concerned expression.

"Not by intention, no," Clea shakes her head. "I have a feeling that something is amiss about this. The doorways between this dimension and another that lead to a place of fire and brimstone have become thin, allowing the demonic and all manner of evil to roam unchecked. And whoever came up with this scheme knew what they were doing. And I fear that they may have no intention of stopping. Whatever the cost."


Somewhere in an unknown location, there was a gathering.

And in that gathering, there were the lost souls, men and women with one single passion burning through all of their hearts, being united in one single goal.

Revenge!

Against whom?

James 'Logan' Howlett — Wolverine.

But why? For what reasons?

Many perhaps. For Wolverine, despite being a man who is considered to be the 'best there is at what I do' or by being one of the most dangerous mutants on MV Universe-616, had made a lot of unnecessary enemies. But these enemies were not the evil supervillain type. No. They are just men and women who each had their destinies entwined and shaped as Wolverine had made a mark on each of them, whether he realized it or not.

These souls are lost, misguided in their foolish attempts. And the one man who was leading them was by far the cunning and manipulative sort that had a certain obsession upon the mutant. And it bespoke of a past that hasn't been shaken. Not one bit.

And this old man, wearing an old worn out business suit and an orange necktie...

"We have all waited patiently for this moment. Some of us for many, many years. No one will take it from us now. And now..."

From the side of a wall where multiple pictures. People that were significant to the life of one James 'Logan' Howlett. Friends and family from all over the world. And they are all being hunted like prey.

"We have all the targets we need."

For they are the Red Right Hand.

And they will not show any form of mercy.


Somewhere was a place of nothing but fire and brimstone.

Multiple ounce of holes that were filled with the screams of the never awakening damned who would see no rest except for a lifetime of torture, pain and suffering of the worst kind that are to be bestowed upon sinners as it is written down from the Italian Poet.

"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."

And now...

"I've been doing this job for a very long time..."

Someone was speaking. A figure among the demons that would scour throughout the circles of this never ending pit. Its teeth were as sharp as a predator. It had giant bat-like wings, a pair of two upon its back. It was quite large in height alone, about the size of about seven storey buildings, if not more so. It sits on a throne made up of damned souls who could no longer scream, broken and battered like corpses to form a sit fit for a lord. Fit for a Hell Lord.

"...Seems like forever most days, it really does. Truth be told, there's not much at all that excites me or terrifies anymore. At least...not since the War. I've raped and maimed and tortured in every way anyone could possibly imagine. And plenty of others that no one put me could've ever dreamed up. I've plumbed the depths of human suffering. So many times, so many times now that its become meaningless, not comparable at all to the War, you understand? Even the most grotesque and depraved acts grow monotonous after a time. Its difficult to get the same joy from them that I once did, it truly is. But with you, my newest little worm...With you I'm hoping that will be different..."

There was Wolverine, his soul rather, for his body remains upward upon the mortal realm, seized by force by some demonic legion of hosts that would want to destroy everything that he ever loved. And as of now, many demons would gather and grab unto him tightly in order to prevent his escape. The Hell Lord in charge, sporting a pleased expression on it's face, would speak of a hint of personal enjoyment. Repaying back what Wolverine had brought before his realm in kind for sending numerous souls to their place of torment. Try as Wolverine might, he can't get out from the hold, and all he could do was stare at the demon's red eyes and saw its mouth forming a wide open smirk that he swore to wipe it off of its damn face as he put it once he finds away to get the demons off of his arms.

"...With you I plan on enjoying myself."


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