Amora jumped up to her feet as she backed up and stared at the man in front of her. To her right, Pietro groaned as he covered his head muttering no, no, no all over again. For once, her attention wasn't to him but to the tall figure in front of her. She's heard of him, occasionally thought of him but never thought she would stumble upon him. Now that he was here, she could see why he was known as the God of Fear.

He smirked, "Hello, grandniece"

"Impossible" Amora breathed out, "Grandfather banished you-"

"To a land without magic" he then waved his arms around to his dark facility, "Until now, thanks to the recent upbringings that both you and your friends have started"

"You're supposed to be dead" Amora let out, "Legend says that you died from your fall"

"Sorry to disappoint" he smiled down to her before he turned to Pietro, "Thank you, my boy, for finally delivering her to me"

Pietro moaned, "No! I wasn't supposed to do this! You made me do this! Amora, please! I tried to stop, I really did!"

"And yet you still brought her to me" he responded, "Congratulations"

"Cul Borson" Amora let out, "That's your name… the serpent"

Remembering his name seemed to give him more power as he turned and smiled his wicked smile down to her. Amora found it hard to swallow as she glanced up and noticed the other floors of the factory were filled with mutants, enhanced, and other individuals alike. They all seemed to mirror the same look; fear. She felt sorry for them as she realized that Cul had to be controlling them through their fear.

She turned and looked to Pietro who was now on the floor, holding himself as he cried at how sorry he was in his native tongue. Her eyes turned to Cul Borson as he seemed more energized by each cry. The fears all around him were giving him strength.

"Y-You're controlling them" Amora let out.

Cul Borson chuckled, "Well, I am the God of Fear"

"This is cruel" Amora shook her head, "You weren't supposed to have any power"

"Oh, if you only knew how true that statement rang for the both of us" Cul towered over her.

Cul Borson moved closer to her, making Amora shrink back and move away from the tall Asgardian. He let out a low chuckle that seemed to echo throughout the dark facility.

The sound made some of his controlled gasp and cry as she tried her best not to look up at them anymore.

Still, his remark made her turn to him and give him a questioning look. She knew that he could manipulate her easily but she couldn't help but feel drawn to what he said. He looked back slightly and didn't seem surprised that her attention was on him. He kept his hands behind his back as he knew he had Amora right where he wanted the young goddess. He finally turned to her with an amused look on his face.

"Do you know how you came to be with your powers?" Cul Borson asked.

"I trained with my uncle and grandmother" Amora answered, "They told me that my personality molded my powers into something extraordinary"

"And you believed them!" Cul Borson let out with a hollering laugh that shook her bones, "You are more despicable than I thought… and here I thought the fruit of knowledge would make you wiser than that"

Amora narrowed her eyes, "What do you mean by that?"

Cul Borson waved out his hands, "You were never simply trained to have powers like the rest of us, they were tricked upon you"

"I don't understand" Amora said, even though her mind already told her what he wasn't saying.

"How can I say this in simpler terms" Cul Borson said before he yelled out, "It was Loki! Loki was the one who tricked your mother into giving you a forbidden fruit and she was dumb enough to fall for it!"

Upon hearing him call her mother by that word, she let out a cry and outstretched her hand at her sword appeared to her. Her fear was driven aside as she waved out her sword violently to the man but he dodged them quickly as if he knew her every move. With one sudden motion, he grabbed her neck, choking out the air from them as he lifted her up off of the ground. His eyes gave a dark look, making her whole body shudder as he threw her across the room.

Amora coughed and gasped as she tumbled across the floor, trying to get her bearings. She slowly got herself up onto her elbows and looked over to the man coming after her. Her whole body shook with fear as she couldn't find it within her to even get up into a sitting position.

The impact of his steel toe boot made her let out a yelp as she was kicked further down the floor. She covered her stomach and moaned as she could hear Pietro pleading for him to stop hurting her.

Amora let out a yell as he grabbed onto her hair and pulled her up, making the young princess just barely dangle from the floor.

"I'll do anything!" Pietro screamed out, "Please, just don't hurt her!"

Cul Borson turned to him, "Your part of the deal is done! I needed you to get her away from her friends and you did just that, now it's time for her to deliver"

He grabbed onto her neck as he brought his head close to hers, "I want your blood, do you hear me? I need it! You will not leave until I bleed you dry from your worthless carcass"

Amora struggled to speak as she let out, "Heimdall…"

Cul Borson laughed, "He can't hear you! He probably can't even see you! That man has abandoned his post for a while now so no one is opening up the Bifrost for you now"

Tears welled in her eyes as she couldn't help herself but whimper out, "Father"

"Oh, the little princess can't fight her own battles, can she?" Cul Borson laughed, "Good thing she made the dumb decision to venture off alone"

Amora glanced over to him with big eyes as she saw the dark circles appear in the corner of her vision as she managed to let out, "You will never get my blood"

She took out a knife from her sleeve and cut the God of Fear on his arm, making him scream out and drop her. Amora staggered on the ground as she ran even though her body wanted her to stop and catch her breath. She looked to Pietro who was still standing in the same place he was ever since he came into the building. With a heavy heart she ran away from him and grabbed her sword as she escaped into the next room. Cul Borson let out a yell of rage as his captives screamed at how angry the Asgardian was.

Amora felt her heart hammering out of her chest as she tried to steady it and find her way out of this building. Her hands shook as she tried to navigate herself through the darkness and hopefully to the exit. A loud bang was heard from the first room was she left in as she could hear Cul Borson yelling for her to come back to him. She gasped and let out a small yell as she reached the bar that said exit over the door but she couldn't push it and leave.

She let out a whimpering breath as she realized that fear finally consumed her, making her under his control. Her mind screamed no, pull down the latch! But instead, her body turned around and and faced him as Cul walked through the final room with his axe in hand. Amora felt her heart hammering so loudly out of her chest that she wondered if the smile he put on was because he heard it more than knowing that she was under his control.

He lifted up his index finger and gently waved it to himself as Amora took slow steps over to the man as tears fell down her face. Her eyes zeroed in on the battle axe that was meant for him just as much as the sword was meant for her.

When she stopped, she turned and looked up to Cul Borson as he beamed, finally having her right where he wanted her.

Cul leaned forward, "It's not fun being under someone's control, isn't it?"

"Please…" Amora whimpered, "I beg of you"

"And there it is!" Cul Borson yelled out, "The ultimate fear; the fear of someone's last breath as they know their death is upon them!"

"I can't move" Amora sobbed.

"Ah, fear will do that to you" Cul said nonchalantly, "Any last words?"

Amora cried out, "Please, no! I beg of you!"

"Amora!" Pietro could be heard yelling out in the distance.

"Ah, young love" Cul said, "Let's face it, it was never going to last; you're an immortal and he isn't"

"But at least you will both be reunited" Cul shrugged, "In death"

"No!"

Cul Borson waved out his axe over his head and slammed it down onto her chest, catching her scream in midway. The feeling of pain shocked her as she felt the axe inside of her, breaking her chest plate as Cul smiled down at her. She wanted to scream but instead coughed as blood came up and went down the side of her lips. Cul Borson finally let his axe go as Amora collapsed onto the floor, trying to gasp in air but each breath was more and more of a struggle. Her granduncle leaned down so that way she could still see him, her fear giving him more strength as she could see it in his eyes.

A flash of light illuminated his face as he looked up over Amora's body. He seemed shocked that someone was there before a flash of energy sent Cul Borson away from Amora. She gasped and groaned as she was being picked up and facing whoever it was that was too late to save her. Amora was ready to say and plead her last dying words to one of the Avengers but gazing up at this person's face made her so awestruck that she forgot she was even dying.

Her grandfather was holding her, saying something to her but she couldn't hear him over the rushing sound of her blood leaving her body. She strained and smiled to him as Odin nodded and smiled back, trying to give her some sort of reassurance. Amora watched as Odin's lips moved again but couldn't comprehend what he was saying.

Granddaughter was the first line that she could process as she felt her eyes roll back but Odin shook her awake. The sudden movement sent her pain as she strained to keep her eyes open and concentrate on what he was saying.

Granddaughter, turn his words faded again as she realized that her breath was becoming more and more shallow, the light behind him looking more heavenly as possible. She even wondered who would greet her at the gates of heaven; Uncle Loki or Grandmother Frigga, she hoped both, she missed them terribly.

Amora, turn back time! Was what her grandfather commanded before everything went black.