Hey there peoples of the internet and beyond. It's a me. I'm back with yet another chapter. I'm sure you're wondering what will happen from here (or not if you read the previous story). In any case I'll just let you do your thing. You know, after the...

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Wonder Woman arrived at the scene of the attack on the Sentinel's. Her emotions were all over the place. She was pissed at the sentinel's for not protecting her mentee, sad for the situation and yet what was about to happen always amazed her. She was standing in front of Max's body. She got on her knees, put one of her hands on top of his head and the other on top of his stomach. She waited.

He opened his now fire-red eyes suddenly, spasming for a while. She kept him grounded. He kept moving, trying to rid himself of her hands but eventually stopped, closing his eyes again. He took a sharp intake of air, and raised his back with the aid of his mentor. He opened his eyes, now back to their regular almond-brown. She rubbed his back, while he coughed a bit. She looked at him.

"How do you feel?" He laughed a bit, wincing from the pain.

"About as good as you can feel after having your heart impaled. How about you?" She raised an eyebrow as he kept taking slow deep breaths.

"Are you joking? You were dead. Again."

"Yeah well, I have a feeling it won't be the last time. I have the slight impression that woman doesn't like me." She allowed herself a small, almost imperceptible smile at the joke, despite the gravity of the situation.

"Which is exactly why you won't be taking her on again. I'll deal with her personally."

"There's no need for that. I wasn't even going all out with her."

"Look where that got you. If you were anyone else, you'd be on a body bag, on your way to the nearest morgue."

"But I'm not anyone else." She grimaced. No you're not.

"You're right. But you act serious from now on. You're getting worse everytime." He lost his smile and turned into a frown.

"I know."

"Sooner or later you'll run out of lives."

"I know."

"So you promise to be cautious the next time you face her?" He conceded.

"Yes."

"Do you mean it or am I gonna have to use the lasso on you?" He chuckled.

"No you won't have to use the lasso." She accepted the answer given to her.

"Very well. I think you might want to talk to the Sentinels. They have some things to say."

"Let me guess: they want to thank me?" She nodded in confirmation.

"Do you think they'd still want to do that if they knew who I really am?"

"It's none of their bussiness to know. You're a good man. Today's actions proved it."

"I may be good, but I haven't been a man ever since that exobyte bit me." She knew how he felt about his powers. He wasn't exactly thrilled about them. He didn't neglect them or the responsability that came with them, but he wasn't happy either.

There were a lot of cases of people who didn't want their powers after the exobyte shower, but Max's case was unique. His exobyte had been infused with the magical abilities of the fire demon Bael. A sworn competitor of Trygon. And unfortunately, the exobyte didn't just absorb Bael's ability to manipulate fire. Some of the essence of the demon was in there somewhere and now it was in Max's body.

The first time he ressurected, he didn't think much of it, beside the fact that he was apparently immortal. But as time passed, as he kept on dying, his ressurections became more... violent. His body would shake uncontrolably, his eyes would turn to fire. He was then aware of the presence of Bael and, by the way he had been "acting out" as he came to life over and over again, he understood what was happening.

Every time he died, Bael got just a little bit closer to taking over his body. And once he did, he would enslave hummanity. All for the purpose of beating Trygon.

He sighed, glanced one last time to his mentor and turned his usual care-free personality back on. He went and talked with the surviving Sentinels, accepting their "thank you's" shaking the occasional hand.

-AFTER 5 MINUTES OF SHAKING HANDS AND KISSING BABIES- MAYBE NOT THE LAST PART-

He got out of the Sentinel base and moved to his car. He took out the keys from his pocket, opened it, got in and put on the seatbelt. He brought his right hand to the back of his neck and huffed out. He put the key in the ignition, turned it, igniting the car's engine and drove off to his apartment for what he knew was going to be a bad night's sleep.

So? What do you say? Demon possession, a chick who's not afraid to kill, muscle cars and all around bad-ass-ness. I, personally can't think of anything better. Or actually... maybe (scribble, scribble)... hmmm (more scribble)... yeah (scribble)... maybe if... no (erases a few lines)... I think I got it: super-villain zombies. Forget WWZ this would be WWS-Z. Can't you just picture a zombie Black Adam? Hells yes! Maybe I'll think about this. Maybe. If you'd like to see this idea come true, please PM me or leave it in the possible review of this chapter. And, as always...

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