Memories
Petty Vengeance
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Tora sat neatly in the centre of the Eye, deep under what seemed to be water. Her hair span around her in a halo of humanity in the middle of power. She felt Dragon doing…well, Dragon stuff around her. Filing mainly. She really hated filing. This was the awful part of Dragon. The universe's bureaucrat. Was it possible to just chuck everything into a pile marked "Important"? In the end, everything was important, so it was a rather efficient filing system.
No it's not. It is impossible to find anything.
Firstly, you just have to think of something and it turns up. Secondly, the filing system you use is so horrendously complex that it takes forever to find anything manually anyway.
She closed her eyes and she was sitting at the edge of the Eye, her hair dry.
Oh, what now?
You have some more tasks to complete.
Go away.
They are tasks to help your friends.
What sort of help?
Dragon showed her and Tora felt a little spark of something old inside her light up.
I don't see a problem with that.
And a smile touched her lips, twisting up.
Let's go terrify the Devil.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Nope."
Mesphito had been having a good day. At least until he heard a little cough behind him and turned to see who had dared to invade his inner sanctorum. And then he gulped.
"Ah… My Lady… Shall I get you a refreshment?"
The Dragon, the Archivist of Reality was standing looking at him, glaring at him with such hate that Mesphito immediately ran through the last few centuries to see what he could have possibly done to upset her so much. Not good. The Archivist was usually followed by Death's Left Hand and that was never good to have a visit from her. While Mesphito was a lot more powerful than the Angel, she was still his direct superior. She was in charge of all the Earth Afterlives, of which his dimension was but one. The Malach Hamavet could easily be crushed in the palm of his hand, but that would just irritate Mistress Death. And the Archivist...
You didn't want to irritate the Archivist. Cul Borson had not heeded that, and he had been destroyed. Countless others had regarded her as a weaker, more trivial version of the Phoenix. And then they learnt their mistake.
Mesphito. You have taken something you have no right to.
"My Lady, I assure you if I took anything of yours it was an accident… I would not dare to presume…"
You did not take something of mine. But you took something of a friend of mine. A Mr Peter Parker and Ms Mary-Jane Watson-Parker.
"Ah, that was entirely within the terms of our agreement…"
Except you did not honour your deal. I had already healed May Parker when you made your pact. Parker did not know, therefore he entered the deal. You stole their marriage and for nothing.
"I covered his identity…"
Which was not part of your initial deal. So here is your payment. You must restore the marriage of Peter and Mary-Jane, but you must keep it so that his identity is hidden.
"How dare…!"
Consider it payment for not honouring your terms.
"You do know that Peter Parker's mind is dead and that Otto Octavius…"
I know. You will remedy that as well.
"Or what? You come to my domain and presume to threaten me…"
I will bring you before Mistress Death and the Living Tribunal for breaking the Laws. And let me tell you, I am a lot more lenient that they will be. I have been on the receiving end of the Tribunal's punishments before. It is not…comfortable. I am being kind. I am being the carrot. The Tribunal will be the stick. A big stick, with metal spikes. And a core of white dwarf matter. Do you understand?
Damn the woman, she was smiling innocently, as if she wasn't threatening him, in his own domain, with the sweet innocence of a little child. Mesphito had always been wary of the Dragon –wary, but not afraid, not the way he was of the Phoenix. But now he was seeing how wrong he was. The Phoenix was something to be wary of, but in the end it was primal desires and passion, fire burning but could be controlled with a gently guiding hand. But the Dragon…
Oh, the Dragon was cold and calculating and relentless. Dam the river and it neatly changes its course while wearing away the dam until it would burst. Water gave the impression of being controlled but in the end, it was not fire that caused the most damage, it was water.
"Damn you, you cold, calculating-"
Ah. Do you really want to insult me and risk me withdrawing my offer? I might even insist you allow their daughter to survive.
"That was not in our deal!"
Neither was taking the Parkers' marriage without keeping your part of the deal.
Mesphito swore under his breath, cursing the Dragon and all it stood for to ash and dust and eternal torment. She seemed rather interested in cleaning under her nails, obviously laughing under her breath at his discomfort.
"My Lady, is there any…"
Any other thing you might offer to dissuade me? Well, you could promise to interfere with human affairs no longer. For all eternity. I think you'd rather give up on your ridiculous quest to keep MJ and Peter apart than be stuck without your main source of amusement for the entirety of the universe.
Thrice damn the manipulative, do-gooding and utterly evil reptile!
You do know I'm capable of telepathy in this form. Especially when you're thinking as loud as you are now.
He allowed himself a few choicer curses before resigning himself to his fate.
"I accept your deal. Now will you please go away and leave me alone."
She gave that funny little smile, the infuriating little smirk that made fun of him and vanished. Mesphito swore again and summoned one of his lackeys.
"Get me a drink! And something to fry!"
Because he was going to take his anger out on his own demons rather than risk irritating the Dragon further.
Jean giggled. Death had a slightly smug look on her face. The masked woman merely looked satisfied.