Fictions Mentioned:
Episode 33 - Wolverine Goes To Hell (3)
OP Song:
Adele - Skyfall (Lyric Video)
A few hours ago...
"...Feel that, Wraith? That's how it feels to be abandoned by God."
John Wraith, an old African American wearing a cowboy hat, with white hair and a beard, wearing a dark brown suit, an orange shirt, and a red necktie with black stripes; formerly a member of Team X, a military black-ops unit established in the 1960s by the joint efforts of the subversive organization known as Weapon Plus and the U.S. Government's Central Intelligence Agency, overseen by C.I.A. operative Major Arthur Barrington; now a man of faith, a pastor and shepherd for those who were lost.
And he is currently lying on the ground, bleeding from the stomach. His face was grimacing from the pain. But he paid no heed to it. Instead, he would glance back towards the chapel where he preached for days without measure, was burning. The flames would spread to the door, trapping a couple of people from the inside as they tried to find a way out of their predicament.
Aside from the chapel, he would turn to the man...or the thing that did all of this. A man whom he thought was an old friend, but was actually someone else entirely. And he could tell based on the eyes that stared back at his very own. The eyes didn't have any pupils, instead were nothing but white scales that were likened to that of the skin of a fish.
"...You're not Logan...What are you...?"
He asked. But he knew the answer. Despite the fact that this man resembled James "Logan" Howlett — Wolverine, a man shorter than a 6 ft., with Caucasian white skin, wearing his iconic uniform consisting of a gold and blue sleeveless uniform with a mask covering most of his face, wearing blue gloves and boots, there were a few notable differences. Aside from the claws, there appeared to be other powers that didn't belong to Wolverine, such as the fact that he could spew acid and control the wildlife of the forest that surrounded the area.
The abomination, smirking, only had this to say to his question.
"What are we? We're surprised at you, pastor. We thought you'd know us right off. Maybe you should just take a closer look. Now tell us what you see, pastor. Tell us."
He knew this monster. After all, he had given sermons about it. The one that would offer the apple of temptation in numerous ways. The one that wanted nothing more than to the drag your soul that was far more precious than anything on the good God's earth to the depths of the pit where it will suffer a thousand tortures more than in one's lifetime as payment for all of the crimes and sins against God and man.
He knew just what this monster was. And he wasn't afraid to call it out.
"...Hell. I see hell."
And the seemingly possessed Wolverine smirked, with claws of pure adamantium popped out from both hands on the ready, awaiting such a word that would pronounce the death sentence upon him.
"That's right, bub. Now...it's time for you to pay for all your sins. With your death."
John Wraith wasn't afraid of dying. In fact, he'd welcome it. Rather, he was far more concerned for his flock, praying only to the good Lord that they are to be spared and take him instead. As he sees the claws of adamantium bearing down on him, coming closer...
...Something happened.
"Wha-UGH!"
The possessed Wolverine was knocked out so suddenly, as if by one blow. Literally and metaphysically. The body in turn was hurling to the ground. And the one who knocked him out was someone that John knew quite well, much to his relief.
It was a handsome man of average height in his thirties, wearing a sports a pair of dress shoes, a black suit, a buttoned white-striped dress shirt, and a loosened blue necktie accentuated by a beige trench coat.
An old friend from a different universe. An Angel of the Lord by any other name. A friendly face that he ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Castiel.
He in turn was sporting a serious expression first and foremost, with his eyes narrowing into a white-bluish light color, before eventually turning towards Wraith. He would see his stomach bleeding and would rush to his aid, crouching down to his position.
"Wraith, hold still. I'm going to get rid of the wound," Castiel said.
"Never mind me, Cass. My-My people, they're trapped inside. They-"
But Castiel cut him off with a tone of reassurance while touching the part where Wraith was bleeding. "Relax, old friend. They're already gone, teleported to a much safer location, away from any harm."
With a light touch of Castiel's two right fingers, Wraith would feel the pain vanish instantly, allowing him to breathe naturally and normally again. Then, as he would try to stand up with the help of Castiel who offered his own hand, he would see Castiel snap his fingers, dispersing the flames as if they were never there and repairing the chapel back to the way it was. It was as if it never even happened.
As the two men would stand up from the ground, Wraith couldn't help but smile.
"Thank you, old friend," he would say.
Castiel simply smiled, opting to nod instead.
Then the two men turn towards the unconscious body of Wolverine lying on the ground, sporting serious expressions.
"With respect to you, Cass, I think that you would need to tell me everything that you know as to what had just happened," Wraith respectfully asked.
"This isn't an isolated incident, Wraith," Castiel grimly replied. "Everyone that has ever been connected to Logan is seemingly being hunted down all around the world. You included. As for Logan specifically, well," he glances at the knocked-out body. "An entire horde of demons has taken our old friend's place, with his soul dislodged and trapped somewhere else. So this is less of a possession and more on a hostile takeover."
"Somewhere else?! Where?!," Wraith asks in shock and in concern.
"Hell."
Wraith and Castiel would turn to the northwest, seeing a tall, thin-faced man with a tousled mop of silver-grey hair and intense eyes framed by unruly, expressive eyebrows, wearing a navy blue Crombie coat with crimson lining and a midnight blue cardigan, an ivory shirt with a pointing collar, indigo trousers, and black brogue boots. There was two gold ring on his left-hand ring finger. One was a normal gold band. The other was a greenish amber setting that rested atop the first band. He has both hands tucked to his pockets, with his eyes narrowed, responding to the question in a grim tone.
Wraith would recognize this man from anywhere.
"Hell happened," the Doctor replied.
The present time...
The Avengers have now sounded the alarm, and many of its members all throughout MV Earth-616 are responding to the call based on the current information that had been provided to them not too long ago.
That many of their fellow superheroes and other individuals of interest are being targeted for being associated with James "Logan" Howlett — Wolverine.
As of now, Dr. Stephen Strange and Touma Kamijou are currently walking alone together throughout the vast halls of the Sanctum Sanctorum, with the former asking Clea, Wong, and Bats to take charge of Misaki Shokuhou, Seria Kumokawa, and Ayu Mitsuari while they discuss a few private matters alone. Shokuhou seems to look hesitant whenever Kamijou has to leave but nevertheless relents gracefully.
"Strange-sensei, I'm getting worried," Kamijou begins the discussion, walking alongside the good doctor.
"Yes, I thought you might, Touma," Dr. Strange said in a tone that was serious. "I noticed that Ms. Shokuhou seems to have become rather attached to you as of late. The way she looks at you, the way she acts around you, even if she isn't aware of it, it's obvious that she is rather distressed about something. And that something seems to be related to the vast amount of time she seems to have spent around you."
"What do you think does this mean, sensei?" Kamijou asked.
"I'm thinking that after we have dealt with the Red Right Hand, we are going to have to bring Ms. Shokuhou to Lady Othinus in order for them to be acquainted. If my suspicions are correct, then it would appear that Misaki Shokuhou seems to be experiencing something in relation to your own future, the future that Lady Othinus had once come from."
Kamijou would slightly widen his eyes, expression turning even more grim in light of possible futures that seem to come back to haunt him in some way. If Dr. Strange's suspicions are proven accurate, then that would mean that at some point, Misaki Shokuhou would possibly begin to see visions of one's past life in a way that would connect back to a 'time' before the Imagine Point Event. The timeline where the script was still in motion.
If he were to recall this, Othinus had once warned him about this type of situation before during one of his visits to her shop.
"Human, I should probably tell you something that you should need to heed all too well. Even if I'm the only one who would recall the timeline that I came forth from, there are those connected to you from your future that might experience some manner of déjà vu when staying within your presence for far too long. If it were to happen for example that a young woman with whom you have been acquainted with in the future that I'm from appears to develop the following symptoms such as personal attachment, anxiety, depression, subtle romantic attraction, premonitions, and so forth, you are to bring that woman to me personally in order for me to see for myself. These types of the phenomenon are what one would call connection points," Othinus explained.
"Connection points?" Kamijou inquired.
"You might know this already on both application of concept and principle based on temporal theory from your classes, but just to give a brief summary: They are shall we say the artificial pins that seem to balance the thread of history itself. Simply put, these pins are represented by a specific number of women, myself included, who have an intimate connection with you that acts as a mainline wire that would allow time itself to flow in some proper manner, like a fully functioning pachinko machine if you will," Othinus explained.
"So basically, these women are basically likened to mini-fixed points in time that keeps time flowing neatly?" Kamijou asked.
"I suppose that you could call it that as such due to such similarities. These specific women of our universe that are connected with you specifically were established as such as one way of repairing our heavily damaged and worn out the universe that had collapsed into a chaotic paradigm filled with multiple inconsistencies. And they were established specifically as part of a spatio-temporal mandate by the Ranaevian Empire," Othinus explained.
The Ranaevian Empire.
A temporal power that resided in KK 2004 Multiverse, acting as the designated watchers and caretakers. Their nature and appearances would remind one of a certain popular mascot that is famous throughout Academy City.
Gekota.
Apparently, a phenomenon called the 'Gardener Effect' appeared to have unknowingly allowed the creators behind said mascot franchise to base the appearance of Gekota and other connected mascots after the Ranaevians.
When Kamijou thought about it carefully, he thought that it would be hilarious and awkward if the moment were to come when First Contact happens between his world and the Ranaevians who might get singled out for being an alien race that has a very similar look to the cute mascots that many people would love and hold dearly.
In any case, the Ranaevians are quite known for their advancements in the fields of both 'magic' and 'science', seemingly capable of doing, and even exceeding the things that the Magic Gods of his reality had done. If a Magic God is capable of manipulating reality, then the Raneavians can do far better than that and so much more in such a department. The phases of the universe could be manipulated like simple clay to be molded to the Raneavians liking, and would also do whatever it is they deem fit regarding such.
"If that is truly the case, sensei, then I suppose that I should probably tell the Doctor about this as well when I would see him again. He would want to know and check up about this as this tends to be his jurisdiction," Kamijou said.
"That would be most wise. When it comes to the concept of 'connection points', one needs to pay heed to the feelings of the heart. Quite literally in this case," Dr. Strange muttered. "In any case, since we now know that practically a lot of people that we know are being targeted based on the connection that they all have to Wolverine, then it is through that connection that we would try to spring a couple of traps as it were. I've been thinking, considering the unintentional link between dimensions, the fact that the demons even came through at all would probably be the work of a satanic ritual that has been banned outright and rendered illegal for use, especially in light of the moral and metaphysical complications."
"You think that people already died at this point, sensei," Kamijou said grimly.
"Of course, Touma," Dr. Strange sadly confirmed. "One does not unintentionally cause the boundaries between dimensions to wear thin automatically. A sacrifice was required. And with it must come to a cost that could only payed in one thing only."
"...Blood," Kamijou said, narrowing his eyes.
"Exactly," Dr. Strange said, narrowing his eyes.
By 'blood', it meant that someone or a couple of individuals had probably died, as a result, used ultimately as sacrifices that would ensure that they would strike a deal with the devil himself. Then would come to the unintended side-effects such as the barriers between dimensions of life and the afterlife seemingly wearing down being one example.
Then there's one elephant in the room that they would eventually need to deal with.
"(Sigh). Strange-sensei, I'm honestly getting worried for Logan-sensei. I mean, he's trapped in literal Hell. Who knows what he's going through there?," Kamijou pointed out of concern.
"Which is the main reason as to why the Midnight Sons are to be formed once again for this particular hour. So I'm calling in the favors," Dr. Strange resolved.
"Alright blondie, just what the hell is up with you?"
Seria Kumokawa, Misaki Shokuhou, and Bats were currently alone for the moment, located in one of the hallways of the Sanctum, with Kumokawa having to drag Shokuhou there for a bit while Mitsuari was with Clea Strange and Wong, with Mitsuari having to answer a dogpile of questions by more than a ton of superheroes, especially the females among them, who were at their general age, much to Mitsuari's dismay for being the designated traffic controller, and said questions would relate to basic stuff aside from the obvious questions like anything to do with Touma Kamijou.
And now, Kumokawa, with arms crossed and with eyes narrowed, was acting as the one who would ask certain questions that she felt that she needed answering. There was less to do with jealousy, to which she does not deny and was a little bit, but this seems to be related to Shokuhou's behavior as of late. She was more clingy than she usually was. Normally, Kumokawa would chalk this up as some form of crush or budding romantic feelings or whatever works for such complexity and depth of emotions that was common to humanity since even before recorded history, but there seems to be something else. Something that she felt was missing from the picture.
It was a feeling that she seem to relate back to the experiences relating to that picture depicting a Time War battle which seem to trigger something. And from what she could tell, Shokuhou seems to be affected most especially, with arms placed to her chest and starry eyes downcast, pondering in thought.
"...I...I don't know...," Shokuhou said, sighing heavily.
Kumokawa could only raise an eyebrow, subtly surprised at the honesty, but then had to reevaluate that this situation seem far from normal.
"You don't know?"
Shokuhou shakes her head.
"Yes. To be frank, I don't know what's happening to me. But...Something doesn't seem right. Something doesn't feel right. I'd have to assume that my paranoia is really getting to me at this point...if it weren't for the factor regarding Kamijou-san."
"That's the thing, Misaki. What about Touma? Cause I see the way you look at him and the way that you acted when he's around. I've noticed it since the last dimension we been through which was the Imagine Breaker's Domain. If you asked me...I think that you've been enjoying his company a little too much, and you don't even realize it," Bats said in a grim tone, glancing to Kumokawa. "Seria and Ayu seem to be the same, but lesser in degree. You however seem to carry much more depth of the positive spectrum if I ever see and sniff at one. Then there's..."
Bats would seem to hesitate, with soft squealing sounds being heard. Both Kumokawa and Shokuhou could only look curiously at the dog, wondering about the last sentence that he was going to finish.
"...What is it, Bats?" asked Kumokawa, raising an eyebrow.
Bats would look at Shokuhou in the eye, saying.
"Tell me, Misaki. Have you ever had any lingering memories lately of some kind. Premonitions. Daydreams. Voices of your own that you could recall from memory and yet never have even said once?"
Shokuhou could only blink at the question. Then her eyebrows knitted, sporting a thoughtful expression. Then...
"Then let's have an important talk. A very, very sweet, kind, and important talk."
Actually...she does...
At least a few now that she recalls. That seems to have happened back during one of those training exercises that she had forcefully undergone through. It was something that felt like a reminiscent line that she might have said before in another life.
But...
Why...?
Why did it hurt so much when those words seem to have been said...?
"...Why do you ask...?" Shokuhou softly muttered, clutching her chest, and looking at Bats.
Bats would remain silent, with both ears lowered, contemplating this answer.
"...Hmmm. I think that it's best that we should inform the Doc on this matter."
Ayu Mitsuari was currently surrounded by many superheroes who were of her general age. And she was currently being asked questions while sitting at a chair, located at the Library where multiple Avengers a.k.a. the grown-ups among them were discussing the current situation that concerns their own friends and love ones being considered as potential targets.
And what better way for the younger Avengers to take one's mind off of things and uplift it too much better spirits than to talk about the life of Ayu Mitsuari in the city of science that is known as Academy City, much to Mitsuari's dismay, exasperation, and resignation.
"...So you're from Academy City, right, um, should I call you Ayu or Mitsuari considering you're Japanese and all?," Anna-May Parker — Spiderling asked with a smile.
"Just whatever is more comfortable with you, Parker-san," Mitsuari reassured with a smile. "And yes, I'm from Academy City."
"So what school do you go to in that place? Judging by the uniform, I'd bet that it's some kind of school for the elite and prestigious," Katherine Elizabeth "Kate" Bishop — Hawkeye thought, looking at the summer uniform that Mitsuari was wearing.
"I currently attending Tokiwadai Middle School, um, Bishop-san?," Mitsuari said with a smile.
"Um, no need for any honorifics with me, just call me Kate, everyone else does, and don't hesitate to call the other girls around here by their first name either, you're practically one of us now the moment you and the other girls came along with Touma, so you don't have to worry about a thing," Kate Bishop reassured with a smile while waving her hand.
Mitsuari smiled, touched at the reassurance. "Thank you, Kate."
"Tokiwadai Middle School," Vivian Vision mused. "If I'm not mistaken, according to my databanks, it is considered one of, if not the best prestigious girls' middle school in the city, with very strict requirements for entry."
"You know I have to wonder, what's it like in Tokiwadai? I mean, just because it's some prestigious school doesn't mean there's all there is to it despite whatever the files or public opinion out there would have you believe," Nadia "Hope" Van Dyne — Wasp mused.
"(Sigh). Well...You'd be right in a way, Nadia, if you take into account that Tokiwadai students are actually pretty territorial by nature," Mitsauri muttered in annoyance.
"Oh I see. Popular cliques and all that biz," Danielle Cage — Captain America (15061) smirked, with arms crossed.
"I guess even in prestigious schools, popularity and girl troubles are still quite common," May "Mayday" Parker — Spider-Girl said with a familiar, sympathetic smile.
"Huh, so the girls are not only hot but capable of playing hard to get. I can dig it," Samuel "Sam" Alexander — Nova said with a knowing confident smile.
"Ugh. Oh shut up, Sam," many of the female heroes would say, rolling their eyes out before laughing either outwardly or internally.
"...And that's basically all that's happened, Batman."
Timothy Jackson "Tim" Drake — Robin was currently explaining to Bruce Wayne — Batman via holographic projector that came forth from his wristwatch about what had occurred. Batman was narrowing his eyes out of concern for his ward, mulling the information that had been provided to him.
"Thanks for giving me the heads-up, Robin. I'll be there immediately. In the meantime, stock up any form of protection that you could muster from the Sanctum. Keep your head clear and be mindful of your surroundings," Batman said.
"I will, Batman," Robin answered in affirmative.
"Constantine," Batman looked towards John Constantine who was right nearby. "About the Red Right Hand, how much information have you and your allies gathered with regards to them?"
"Well, they're quite the shady and dangerous lot, I can tell you that much, Batsy. They're dabbling in dark magic in a way that could cause more potential harm than good. They're unintentional blunder has already managed to make the barriers between this dimension and the other side leading to hell and damnation wearing a bit thin. Then there's the fact that our dear old Santa Claws is currently stuck on the other side probably fighting tooth and claw for his own soul. Safe to say that very nasty things are about to come sooner than we think."
"Hm. That's honestly what worries me more. Robin, keep me posted on anything that you can find out on your end," Batman ordered out of concern.
"Got it, Batman," Robin nodded.
And then, the holographic projector would turn off, leaving Batman to contemplate his next move. He would turn towards Councilwoman Waller who was right beside him.
"Something appeared to have come up. The full viewing of the encryption files would have to wait for now. Robin and the others would need me there."
"I agree, but before you go, take Agent Hamazura, Agent Haoyi, ITEM, and SCHOOL with you on your way to MV Earth-616. I have a feeling that you're going to need them," Councilwoman Waller advised.
Batman nodded, turning in another direction as he heads towards the current whereabouts where the aforementioned individuals were located.
Haruki Aritomi, CEO of the STUDY Corporation, who was watching a few paces away, would turn back towards the monitor, sporting a serious expression based on what was shown from said monitor.
It was the file of none other than the Beginning Child, the oldest modern esper to date. A normal person who was trained based on Chizuko Mifune's data and she became Academy City's first esper. Modern Academy City was supposedly constructed based on the system used for the Beginning Child. She was an esper from more than half a century ago, but the general public never believed her powers were real because of the official cover-ups, some of which were carried out by Aleister Crowley himself.
What was seen from the monitor was a picture of her, all black and white. It was a student uniform with a very different design from the present-day students of Academy City. It was more like a hakama than anything. Her waist-length black hair had an evident luster even in the black-and-white photo, and her hands were folded in front of her in a graceful way not seen anymore, with possible exceptions from places like Tokiwadai being the closest approximate measure.
Walking a few paces towards the corridors, passing every Foundation personnel and other individuals, Batman would eventually find himself near the cafeteria where he would spot Agent Hamazura and company simply enjoying their meals and were simply talking about casual topics that range from explanations about Dr. Strange, magic, and anything that was related.
"Hamazura, everyone."
Agent Hamazura and everyone else who was seated at the cafeteria table would turn towards Batman, sporting curious and concerned expressions.
"Get your gears ready and stock up. Meet me at the hangar bay when you're all done. We're heading to MV Earth-616," Batman turned around to walk in the other direction, but not before stopping and glancing back to Agent Hamazura, ordering.
"And Hamazura, bring stocks of holy water and other holy inventory with you. You're all going to need it."
After getting Ayu Mitsuari out of the crowd of curious but nice superheroes, she, Misaki Shokuhou, Seria Kumokawa, Clea Strange, Wong, and Bats are now heading towards a special inner chamber where a specific division among the Avengers was about to meet up in official terms.
The Midnight Sons.
Usually consisting of nine individuals with ties to the occult, mysticism, and the supernatural, renown for their expertise in those particular fields, and would all be gathered by Dr. Stephen Strange on this hour to discuss what is needed to be done in relation to a certain predicament regarding Wolverine whose soul is currently trapped on the Hell Dimension where the demons that had invaded New York had come forth from.
They would all pass through a large door, revealing John Constantine and Zatanna Zatara already there waiting for them.
There was also a beautiful woman, with a serious expression on her face, wearing a special type of battle armor consisting of a red leather bodice, topped by a golden eagle, connected to a blue leather skirt, seemingly held together by a golden belt that resembles a 'W'. In addition to this main piece, the armor also seems to have a set of matching boots, consisting of adjustable greaves, as well as a matching armband which resembles the shape of the 'W' belt.
This was Diana Prince — Wonder Woman, wife of Steve Rogers and mother of James Rogers, both Captain Americas who would stand near to her position. She had just arrived a few moments later before Constantine and Zatanna, last having been through Themyscira, the unitary sovereign city-state and archipelagic island nation of the Amazons, a race of powerful warrior women. She had been notified not long ago by the Doctor about the fact that her husband was one of many targeted individuals of the Red Right Hand which naturally made her become heavily involved in this operation.
The three girls: Misaki Shokuhou, Seria Kumokawa, and Ayu Mitsuari would also notice the nine individuals who were present at the table, sitting on their respective chairs.
The first person was Johnathon "Johnny" Blaze — Ghost Rider, a man with grey hair and blue eyes in his mid-thirties to early forties, wearing a biker outfit consisting of a leather jacket, t-shirt, pants, gloves, boots, and a pair of chains hidden from his person.
The second person was Eric Brooks — Blade, an African American man with black hair and brown eyes in his mid-thirties to early forties, wearing a long dark coat and pants, wearing body armor from underneath, with a scabbard containing a sword located to his back.
The third person was Jericho Drumm — Doctor Voodoo, a man with brown hair and brown eyes in his mid-thirties to early forties, wearing a black and white suit, with a couple of attached humanoid skulls located at the right side of his waist that is accompanied with a red sash, and a purple cape, with a brown staff near his person.
The fourth person was Jack Russell — Werewolf by Night, a man with brown fur hair throughout his entire body and brown eyes in his mid-thirties to early forties, wearing a jacket and a pair of pants.
The fifth person was Jennifer Kale, a woman in her mid-thirties to early forties, wearing black and white body armor, with a white M-shaped tiara on her forehead.
The sixth person was Dr. Michael Morbius — Morbius the Living Vampire, a man in his mid-thirties to early forties, with chalk-white skin, red eyes, vampire-like fangs, and retractable claws, wearing black leather spandex costume.
The seventh person was Elsa Bloodstone, a woman in her mid-thirties to early forties, with red long hair and blue eyes, wearing a long trenchcoat and orange uniform with black stripes.
The eighth person was Dr. Ted Sallis — Man-Thing, a man made of plant matter that simulates a humanoid form with claws. Green strands of vegetable matter which cover much of his body resemble green hair.
The three girls in turn couldn't help but briefly stare with expressions of surprise and intrigue at the ones on the chair who obviously look non-human such as Morbius, Werewolf, and Man-Thing.
After which, they would turn their gaze to the last person who was seated at the center, who was close to Shokuhou, Kumokawa, and Mitsuari's positions was Dr. Stephen Strange who was carrying a serious expression, with both tips of his hands placed near his mouth, as if deep in thought.
Aside from the fact that many of the Avengers, both adults and those among the three girl's general age category, there was someone that they notice was missing from this meeting room.
"...Um, Dr. Strange," Shokuhou asked out of concern.
Dr. Strange would glance at Shokuhou, saying with a concerned expression. "If you're looking for Touma, my dear, I'm afraid that he's somewhere else at the moment."
"Eh? Where?," Shokuhou asked out of concern, with a subtle tinge of anxiety.
"At a church, somewhere in Hell's Kitchen. It's a usual destination of his whenever he visits my universe from time to time," Dr. Strange said with a sad meaningful smile.
Misaki Shokuhou, Seria Kumokawa, and Ayu Mitsuari could only blink at that.
The X-Mansion or Xavier Institute.
It is the common name for a mansion and research institute, while also serving as the private estate of Professor Charles Francis Xavier — Professor X, a character in X-Men comics. It serves as the base of operations and training site of the X-Men, a response team of mutant superheroes who championed the rights of mutants, promoting the dream of peaceful coexistence between mutants and humans, and are one of the best protectors that humanity and the Earth could have asked for, and also honorary members of the Avengers. It is also the location of an accredited private school for mutant children, teenagers, and sometimes older-aged mutants, known as the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, also known as the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. The X-Mansion is also the worldwide headquarters of the X-Corporation, a nonprofit organization dedicated to investigate mutants rights violation and act as an international extension of the X-Men. The X-Mansion's address is 1407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center, located in Westchester County, New York. The school's motto is "mutatis mutandis", a Medieval Latin phrase meaning "with things changed that should be changed" or "once the necessary changes have been made".
And somewhere underground...
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH! When I get my claws on you, feather-brain, I'm going to shove it up your feather-ass until you scream for the heavens! Do you here me out there! I'm gonna mince your fucking skull out and send the rest to the worms!"
There was Not-Wolverine who was chained to a metal chair, currently trapped in what appeared to be a giant mystical symbol hovering from both the ceiling and the floor. It was a devil's trap, drawn from the writings of the Lesser Key of Solomon, with the symbol in the shape of a heptagram depicting the Grand Pentacle that has the inscription: "It serves to convene all spirits; when shown to them they will bow and obey you."
Somewhere from the outer window that separates the room from the outside, there was the Doctor and Castiel, raising unimpressed eyebrows and sporting unimpressed expressions as they would see the legion of demons from inside Not-Wolverine's body trying to struggle and find a way to escape to no avail, all while exclaiming profanities like there was no tomorrow.
Alongside the two was Professor Charles Xavier — Professor X, Raven Darkhölme — Mystique, Scott Summers — Cyclops, Jean Grey — Marvel Girl, Emma Frost — White Queen, Henry McCoy — Beast, Kurt Wagner — Nightcrawler, Kitty Pryde — Shadowcat, Bobby Drake — Iceman, and Anna Marie LeBeau — Rogue were grimacing and showing expressions of concern and alarm as they see their friend in a feral state of violence.
"(Sigh). Doctor, when you said that Logan is not himself, I'd hope that it wouldn't have been this accurate," Professor X said with a grimacing smile.
"I can feel something in there...And it's not Logan. Something else is there, almost like a parasite. I can't read through more without any form of danger that might befall me or most of anyone else present to this room," Emma Frost said, with both of her hands raised to her temples, sporting a concentrated expression.
"Oh unfortunately for all of us, Charles, is that this isn't a simple possession. Otherwise, my friend Castiel would have been able to have done that already by now. No, Logan isn't truly here, or rather...his soul has gone to another place because of a twisted botched spell gone awry that is now affecting the mystic realms and dimensions," the Doctor explained in a grim tone.
"...And you said that Logan is in Hell...Right now...," Mystique asked, sporting a concerned expression, with arms crossed.
The Doctor nodded. "And it is for that very reason why I have a specific plan set in motion. And it would start by assembling the Midnight Sons once more. And they would no doubt be coming here by the time their brief meeting would be over."
"The X-Mansion would need to be heavily warded as well, Professor," Castiel proposed in a serious tone. "Considering the nature of this demon, I'd have no doubt that the lesser ones would not be far behind."
"Yes, do what you must, Castiel, for Logan's sake," Professor X said, sporting an expression of worry.
ED Song:
Terminator Salvation - Break The Silence (Soundtrack)
