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Story Title: A Double Date at the Museum: Lovecraft's Meteorite (One-shot)
Plot: Bruce has finished his first year at Nevermore Academy, with the arrival of summer, Bruce has planned various projects. Going on a double date, and almost getting hit by a meteorite is not on his agenda.
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Narrator's POV
Space is a place that humanity knows little about, frighteningly little.
Some people such as Mister Fantastic with his science, Doctor Strange with his magic, the Clawthorne-Noceda Family and their friends with their experience with portals, have tried to understand the unknown and protect the Earth from external threats.
Unfortunately, their accumulated knowledge amounts to a mere drop in the immense ocean called cosmos.
Passing through scientific and magical defense measures, an unknown element is falling to Earth.
A small black meteorite composed of materials without a name for the human race, is carrying beings that can become enemies or allies of humanity.
The meteorite is entering the Earth's atmosphere, the trajectory appears to be America.
CRACK!
A deep crack appeared on the surface of the meteorite.
The material that makes up the meteorite is reacting badly to the elements present in the Earth's atmosphere, especially to the small amount of aether.
CRACK!
The crack grew even larger, causing the meteorite to break into three parts, each taking a different path literally and metaphorically.
The main piece is about to fall in San Francisco on the property of the bioengineering company called Life Foundation, during the visit of their CEO, Carlton Drake.
A secondary fragment went in the opposite direction, hurtling towards New York City, directly into the tentacles of Otto Octavius, aka Doctor Octopus.
The third fragment, which broke away from the main piece at the last moment, is taking a route that will take it to Los Angeles.
To be precise, the smallest fragment of the meteorite is about to break through the roof of a certain natural history museum, during a double date between unique people.
A Female Demon Hunter, a female archer with magical powers from the Calamity Stone of Wit, an Occult Detective, and a Saber-class Servant.
In the first case, the main batch of Symbioti had the misfortune of falling straight into the hands of a shady bioengineering company, led by an amoral madman with delusions of grandeur.
In the second case, the Symbiote that would be known as Venom, would be part of a road full of bad luck and good fortune.
First of all he would be found and used in Doctor Octopus' experiments, once free he would get a love-hate story with Spider-Man, then he would become some kind of morally questionable anti-hero, finally, a hero with the help by Flash Thompson.
In the third case, the smallest symbiote, just like in the old fairy tales, would have been the luckiest among the Symbiotes, even if it would have had some of the most extravagant and strangest life among all its kind.
She would in time be known as Lovecraft, the strangest Klyntar of all time.
Taking into account who his host is, it's no surprise that Lovecraft will end up the way he will.
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An hour before a meteorite with a symbiote inside ends up on Earth.
Summer has only just begun, but all the inhabitants of Los Angeles are enjoying the beautiful weather.
Even as the sun prepares to set, people continue their activities as if it were broad daylight, especially students who have finished with their exams.
On the streets of Los Angeles, a certain red Muscle Car, a Plymouth Barracuda built in 1970, convertible and with manual transmission, has appeared in a hurry, moving at an unprecedented speed for a car.
This Muscle Car is nicknamed Megas, in honor of a certain cartoon, it abruptly stopped in front of a Natural History Museum.
The museum is an impressive red brick building, with arched windows along the facade, edged in gold.
It has a marble entrance resembling that of a cathedral and a domed roof.
Near the parking area there is a statue of a Mammoth.
'Marcy, wake up, we're here!' Exclaims an androgynous voice belonging to the driver of the Muscle Car.
"Maetor, Marcy is not sleeping, she has been unconscious since passing through the police blockade in Kansas." She said a woman's voice with an Italian accent.
"Nero, then slap her, a bucket full of water or some scented salts, Marcy is awake." The androgynous voice said, stopping the engine and getting out of the car.
The first person he drops off is Bruce, who had stays in Boston but was persuaded to come to Los Angeles.
Bruce Belmont is a 17 year old boy, 171 centimeters tall, with a slim and thin body.
Her face has soft, delicate features, thin eyelashes and an androgynous build reminiscent of Artoria Pendragon or Morgan Le Fay
These two traits could easily pass for a girl.
The color of his skin is bright, milky white, smooth and free of imperfections.
Bruce's hair is currently jet black, short and slicked back and with a long fringe covering his left eye.
The right eye is light grey.
Bruce is currently wearing a gold ruby earring on his left ear, an oversized red sweater that shows off his left shoulder, high-waisted skinny jeans, and black boots with red laces.
At least my day wasn't completely wasted, I got to test my new engine.
"My Muscle Car traveled 2,982.4 miles, from Boston to Los Angeles in 11 hours, a normal car would have taken 44 hours without counting rest time, traffic and other obstacles." Bruce mutters, crossing his arms, waiting for the ladies to exit the vehicle.
After a couple of minutes, in which Nero tried to wake Marcy, the two girls left.
Nero Claudius, full name Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus is a young woman, 150 cm tall, her three sizes are: B83/L56/H82
Nero is a curvy, pale-skinned beauty with bright lime green eyes and yellowish-blonde hair held in an intricate bun.
Nero bears a great resemblance to King Arthur, even though there is no blood relationship between them.
Nero wears a red one-piece dress, with a black ribbon under the breast and a short skirt with three frills.
He bears a great resemblance to another Saber, King Arthur, although there is no blood relation between them.
Finally, white socks with two frills and red high-heeled shoes.
Marcy is a 15-year-old Taiwanese-American girl, 158 centimeters tall, her three sizes: B68, W53, H60.
Marcy has olive skin, black hair with a simple bob cut, dark brown oval eyes.
Marcy is wearing sneakers, green pants with many zippers, a gray t-shirt, black fingerless gloves, and a green cap.
At this moment, Marcy looks like a normal, slightly tomboyish girl.
Strangely, there is a red handprint on Marcy's right cheek.
"Marcy, I have to tell you, it's easier to wake a dead person than to wake yourself from sleep and get up." Bruce said in a serious tone.
"Oh come on, it can't be that bad." Marcy said with a frown of annoyance at both the attention and the manner of waking up.
"I am a necromancer, my words are not a metaphor or a joke, but a fact." Bruce said, moving his gaze near a trash can, where a dead mouse sits.
Without even trying, Bruce drew a small purple magic circle in mid-air with his fingers.
'The magic of the Boiling Isles, inherited from my dear paternal grandmother, faster and more libertine than terrestrial magic based on the Magic Circuits.' Bruce thinks as he performs his necromacy.
Then, as if someone put batteries in a toy, the dead mouse stood up on two legs and began to move as if he were the famous Jerry.
"One second to resurrect a dead creature, two minutes to get Marcy up." Bruce said in a monotone voice, not joking at all.
Jerry the zombie mouse, controlled and moving thanks to Bruce's Magic, stops in front of Marcy and nods at his Master Necromancer's words.
'I would have to buy a plane ticket, it would probably cost me an arm and a leg and I would wait a week to get to Los Angeles.
But I wouldn't have Bruce and an undead mouse teasing me.' Marcy thinks, knowing that her life has become immensely strange since she found the Calamity Box and befriended the Clawthorne-Noceda Family.
"Praetor, no moving skeleton!" Nero exclaims out loud, showing displeasure with Bruce's black magic.
"I am not that doll or fox or which can be taken to make a rendezvous in a cemetery or a grave.
"Praetor, no moving skeleton!" Nero exclaims, crushing the zombie animal under his heels, not supporting this grotesque vision of "dead art".
"I am not like that doll or fox or paladin who can be taken to dirty graveyards to have a date with you." Nero said out loud, making it clear that he doesn't want to compromise like his rivals in love.
"I am an emperor I deserve only the best, especially when I am dressed so beautifully and attractively." Nero said, placing his hands on his chest and moving them down to his thighs to highlight his figure.
" I know, Nero, you are the most beautiful and talented woman in the world, you deserve a palace of solid gold, full of attractive women and men to serve you, a lion as a pet and a vast harem in the bedroom." Bruce said in a bored voice, knowing Nero's wish list very well.
"All this and more." The little red-clad diva said, placing her hands on Bruce's cheeks, forcing him to look her straight in the face.
"Praetor, I want your eyes only for myself." Nero said, before pulling her Master towards her and kissing him.
Marcy decided to turn in the other direction, letting the Master-Servant pair do their thing.
Bruce grabs Nero's hands and pulls them away from his face, then stepping back, breaking the kiss
Nero pouted, she is unhappy that her kiss was interrupted.
"I don't like it when you're difficult." Nero said, crossing his arms.
She wants to be kissed back and not be pushed away.
"I don't like it when you act like a naughty, pushy girl." Bruce said, not liking being touched when he's not in the mood.
"I'm not a bratty little girl!" She declares Nero loudly, rather sensitive to his short stature.
"You should be more careful with the women around you." Marcy made a little comment under her breath.
Bruce turns to Marcy, having heard what she said.
"Marcy, don't think you're better than me. You too have your moments of being unreceptive to affection." Bruce said, walking over to Marcy.
"I know how much you preferred playing on your handheld console instead of cuddling Anne, Sasha or Adeline.
Getting a Super-Rare character is more important and unrepeatable than satisfying your girlfriends' cravings." Bruce said in a critical tone.
Marcy's face turns red with embarrassment and a little shame at what happened.
"How did you hear about this?" Marcy asks, sure she hasn't mentioned her mistake since she has none of her friends in Boston.
"Sasha and I don't get along very well.
But, Annie and I meet at the end of each month to perform in-depth maintenance on her prosthetics, a long process that allows us to chat about everything.
Plus, don't forget that I'm Adeline's twin brother, who contacts me regularly and forces me to listen to all the ups and downs of her love life." Bruce said in a passive aggressive tone, whether it's towards Marcy or her sister , it's a mistery.
"Sorry for my poorly chosen words and I promise to be more careful with Adeline." Marcy said in a sincere and slightly agitated voice.
Marcy's discomfort is quite sympathetic, Bruce is the older twin brother of Marcy's third girlfriend.
This is good or bad depending on the situation.
For better, Bruce can be a good supporter in Marcy's romance, such as taking her from Boston to Los Angeles on short notice.
For worse, Bruce can be particularly critical of Marcy over her mistakes or do unusual punishments, such as cursing Marcy's console or Wi-Fi network.
"Preater, if you're done messing with Marcy's mind, can we enter the museum and continue with the evening?" Nero said, wanting to do something fun after the long journey and the failed kiss.
Bruce nods and Marcy sighs in relief, not wanting to lose her electronic toys.
Feeling more relieved, Marcy starts looking around for a certain blonde.
"Adeline, shouldn't he be here already?" Marcy asks, not seeing the second blonde in her life.
" Marcy, why do you think I allowed myself to use magic in the middle of the street?" Bruce questions, as if he's the only one who can see the obvious.
"Praetor, not everyone is born with great talents and gifts." Nero said, reminding his Master that he is on a different level than ordinary people. What is obvious to Bruce is an enigma or invisible to others.
"Another observation, there is no one here except the three of us, do you know why?" Bruce said, waving his arm to point out the empty streets around the museum and the lack of cars.
An invisible light bulb went on above Marcy's head.
" Adeline, you have created a Bounded Field to ensure complete privacy." Marcy said, managing to deduce her girlfriend's intentions.
"Knowing her, she's probably prepared something inside the museum and is waiting for us to come in so she can jump on us." Bruce said, aware of how his sister's mind works when she is in a "peaceful and normal" state.
"Then let's go in!" Nero exclaims, grabbing Bruce and Marcy's hands.
The emperor of Rome quickly dragged his two traveling companions along.
At that moment, in the stratosphere a space rock with a very space content is approaching its destination.
Ten minutes until impact.
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Bruce, Nero and Marcy entered the Museum of Natural History.
In the entrance hall there is a Tyrannosaurus skeleton on the left, a skeleton of the amphibian Kronosaurus hanging from the ceiling and a statue of a Velociraptor on the right.
In the center of the room there is a picnic rug, a picnic basket and four cushions around the blanket.
"In the human foster mother department, Adeline won, especially in the labor department.
Camila is a good mother, but her job as a veterinarian is boring.
Dr. Jan's job as curator of the Museum is much more interesting and potentially useful for a magus, imagine what a necromancer could do with these dinosaur skeletons." Bruce said, looking with great interest at the fossils present in the entrance hall.
"Praetor, don't you dare create an army of undead dinosaurs, today is an evening of fun, not an evening of sorcerer work." Nero said with a warning tone.
The Rose Empress wishes to have part of a beautiful evening with her Praetor and the other couple, if possible.
"Where is Adeline, I don't see her anywhere?" Marcy said, turning her head left and right in search of the blonde girl with the golden eye.
"Knowing her, she's about to make a love attack from above, she has always preferred to make her attacks from top to bottom." Bruce said, lifting his head towards the ceiling of the museum.
Standing above the head of the amphibian Kronosaurus skeleton is Adeline Jones.
Adeline is a beautiful 17 year old girl, with light skin similar to Bruce's, but slightly darker due to regular exposure to the sun.
Adeline's long, straight hair, which reaches down to her waist, is a surprisingly light platinum blonde color.
Adeline's right eye is a golden yellow like gold that has been polished.
The long-lost left eye is replaced by a striking sapphire gem.
Adeline is 171 centimeters tall with a supermodel body in a swimsuit, slim legs, large breasts, narrow waist and a perfectly curvy butt.
Its three sizes are: B88, W58, H90
All in all Adeline slightly resembles Artoria Pendragon (Lancer Alter), but with more feminine and graceful features.
For tonight Adeline is wearing a dark blue jacket with gold lining and a short stand-up collar, a white zip-up t-shirt with matching collar, ripped short shorts, knee-high blue boots with white heels, trimmed in yellow.
Finally, on her head Adeline wears her iconic French blue beret.
'Adeline's dress reminds me of Bullet's look.' Bruce thinks, remembering a certain mercenary seeking revenge for her fallen comrades.
"Brother! Mar-Mar!" Adeline shouts out loud, giving up on being stealthy.
The blonde girl as if she were a cheetah leaps forward and swoops down like a fake preparing to take its prey in its claws.
'Why does he have to do this every time we see each other again?' Bruce thinks in a bored and slightly depressed tone.
Bruce doesn't even try to dodge this love attack.
Because Adeline will try again and again, until she succeeds. Bruce Doesn't Want to Play: Dodging Adeline's hugs all night.
'My cat is back!' Marcy thinks, very happy to be the victim of this aggressive act of love.
In an instant, Bruce and Marcy found themselves lying on the floor with Adeline on top of them, her arms open so she could hug them both.
"I missed you both, my two favorite people in the world!" Adeline exclaims loudly, her good eye shining with her emotions.
"I missed you too, Adeline." Marcy replies, feeling her heart beat wildly again.
"Happy or sad that it's just me, without Anne and Sasha?" Adeline asks, shifting so that she was sitting with her butt on top of Marcy's pelvis.
Bruce takes advantage of the moment to stand up and approach Nero who is watching Adeline's scene.
"Personally, I would prefer all three of you to be there, but I can't help it, Anne and Sasha, they're out of town." Marcy said, trying to keep things balanced in her polyamorous relationship.
Although some members of the Clawthorne-Noceda Family joke that Marcy has a harem.
"Under the circumstances, I will take advantage of the moment, this means I will only have time for you." Marcy said, looking at the good part of having 1/3 of her girlfriends in town, she won't have to go to great lengths to split her time equally.
"I like your words." Adeline said in a flirtatious tone, placing her hands on Marcy's chest.
Before things took a more erotic turn…
"I didn't come here to watch you two kiss and make love. I brought Marcy, in exchange I want dinner and a magical tome written by the Demon Machiavelli." Bruce said in a commanding voice, ruining the "Mareline" moment.
Adeline gave her brother a dirty look, not liking the interruption.
"Praetor, you could have stayed silent a little longer, things were about to get fun." Nero said with a disappointed voice.
Bruce turns to Nero.
"You're a hedonistic woman, I understand that and I have no problem with that. Sometimes I like to try your self-satisfaction practices. But that's a big no." Bruce states, pointing to Adeline and Marcy.
Bruce turns to Adeline who is still sitting on top of Marcy's pelvis.
" Adeline you are a perverted woman, a deviant and a crazy person to be shut down.
A textbook hopeless case, but you might want to keep your urges in check until Nero and I are out of here." Bruce said, not even trying to imagine that he could change Adeline one way or the other.
"Hey! Bruce, you may be Adeline's twin brother, but you can't speak badly of her, especially in front of me." Marcy said, acting protective of Adeline.
'Now he decides to show an aggressive side, when I tell the truth, and not when Adeline jumps on you.' Bruce thinks, not wanting to waste time arguing with Marcy about how he should address Adeline.
Adeline doesn't show that she's angry at her brother, instead she smiles warmly and moves closer to Marcy's face.
"I really like seeing you try to be my knight, but it's not necessary in this case." Adeline said, before placing a small kiss on Marcy's cheek.
"My brother and I have our own unique relationship." Adeline said as she stands up and walks towards her brother.
Marcy, also stands up, unable to lie on the floor forever.
"As always you have a sharp tongue, but today you are dressed differently than usual." Adeline said, inspecting Bruce's more feminine and cute clothing.
"Now you can pass as my twin sister, maybe I should start calling you, Bryce." Adeline said with a mischievous tone.
Bruce remained unfazed by Adeline's childish taunts.
"My current outfit is thanks to Nero, she chose my clothes for today, she wanted to see another side of my beauty." Bruce explains why he isn't dressed in his usual Detective attire.
"You have good taste, Nero." Adeline congratulates Saber Rose, finding her brother's current outfit cute and funny.
"Thank you so much, Adeline. My artistic talent doesn't just stop at painting, sculpture or singing, but I'm also brilliant when it comes to tailoring and fashion." Nero said proudly, puffing out his chest.
"If we have to talk, can we do it with food?" Bruce offers, tilting his head in the direction of the blanket and picnic basket.
"I like this idea, Praetor. Nice company, beautiful women and... maybe some fun later." Nero said in a seductive tone, leaning into Bruce's arm.
"I'm on the same page as you, sister." Adeline said, completely agreeing with Nero, grabbing Marcy's arm, holding her close.
"There will be no orgy or four-person sex in this museum." Bruce said in a dry and serious voice, very against whatever Nero and Adeline are thinking.
Marcy who is completely red in the face, nods at Bruce's words.
The two blonde and hedonistic girls make no comments, they simply accompany their respective partners to the picnic blanket.
In an instant, Adeline pulled plates, forks, knives and delicious food from a successful Italian restaurant out of the basket.
"Brother, how was the car ride?" Adeline asks, starting this evening's conversation.
"As usual, fast, without any stops and high performance." Bruce said, finding nothing particularly special about his car ride.
"You're kidding, I was passed out for most of the trip. But I'm sure the highway patrol in 11 states are looking for your muscle car." Marcy said, being able to remember the sound of police sirens in her waking moments.
"Luckily I don't have a license plate, the windows are tinted and other insurance." Bruce said almost smiling, sure that the traffic police can't find him.
"The Praetor is the most dangerous and fastest driver on the road in the world." Nero said, with a tone of pride.
"I completely agree with the fast and dangerous part. Sometimes I wonder who taught you to drive or how you got your driver's license." Marcy said, sure that someone must have been bribed to allow someone like Bruce to drive in a place that isn't a war zone.
"I learned to drive by watching Fast & Furious." Bruce replies, as if it were the simplest and most obvious thing in the world.
"This...explains a lot...a lot of things." Marcy said slowly, finally getting a little revelation about Bruce's driving skills.
"And I had to go to driving school and do everything legally. Brother, having Eda Clawthorne as a non-human adoptive mother has its advantages." Adeline said, slightly envious of some of her brother's freedoms.
"I just watched all the Fast & Furious movies, the five Taxxi movies, then I borrowed Camila's car for the night.
One or two rides at night for a week, followed by modification to the engine and engine performance, make some bets with other people who like to drive fast at night.
Win enough to buy an old classic car from the junkyard, modify it from scratch and continue racing." Bruce said, giving a little summary of how his road infamy began.
"All this when you were 14, right?" Marcy questions, wanting to know when Bruce became a hit-and-run driver.
" Yes. Back then I was stuck in Gravesfield, I didn't have much to do, I needed a pastime for when I get bored in the evenings. Now that I live in Boston and have more funds, I don't lack work or opportunities for fun." Bruce said, loving the city he has settled in in recent years.
The move to Boston was a step forward for the entire Clawthorne-Noceda family.
"I dare not ask you about your driving permit." Marcy comments, not wanting to know the details for once.
"Brother, if the traffic police can catch you, you will have a lot of legal problems." Adeline said, sure her brother could fill several dictionary with speeding tickets and felony charges.
"Keyword if they'll get me, which is unlikely when my car engine has more in common with a spaceship or Iron-Man's armor." Bruce said, not caring in the slightest about the traffic police.
"Change subject of discussion. Adeline I heard that you are about to play in a film as a secondary character, is it true?" Nero asks, quite interested in the Hollywood stage and Adeline's civilian career.
The blonde girl with the golden eyes prepares to answer, but is interrupted before she can say a word.
"Do you also hear a strange noise?" Bruce asks, starting to look around for a disturbance.
"I don't feel anything, Praetor." Nero said, not hearing anything unusual.
Bruce looks up, sees through the dome of the museum, a speck of light coming straight at them.
"Maybe it sounds crazy, but I think a meteorite is about to hit the museum." Bruce said in a calm tone, as if he were talking about this evening's weather.
The three girls look up, noticing the meteorite coming towards them.
Adeline and Nero don't seem the least bit concerned by the news, but Marcy abruptly stands up.
"For the love of all Amphibians, because every time you two get together, sooner or later something bad has to happen!" Marcy exclaims, putting her head in her hands, clearly panicked.
"Do you know what the chances of being hit by a meteorite are? Astronomical." Marcy said, grabbing Adeline's hand, ready to pull her away from the museum.
"Why are you so calm, we have to run away from here!?" Marcy exclaims,
"I ate the heart of a dragon and bathed in its blood, I'm that meteorite isn't made of Vibranium or Adamantium, I have nothing to worry about." Bruce said in a monotone voice, continuing to eat his piano undisturbed.
"If I ever get hurt, Wolverine's DNA inside me and my inhuman heritage will heal me in minutes." Bruce said in a bored tone, curling his left hand into a fist, four glittering adamantium claws coming out of his knuckles.
Bruce cut his meal with his claws and I use them to eat the main course.
"I am a Heroic Spirit, a Saber-class Servant, I first died almost two thousand years ago. If my current ship is destroyed, my Praetor will summon me again a few days later." Nero said, not at all worried about dying for the second time.
After all, she and Bruce's other Servants can be invoked again and again, as immortal guardian ghosts.
"I have my own methods to survive a one meter small meteorite. I'm ready to take on even an atomic bomb." Adeline said with a voice full of confidence in her secret tricks.
"Am I the only sane person here!?" Marcy exclaims, unable to believe the passive attitude of her friends and her girlfriend.
Nero, Bruce and Adeline exchange glances with each other.
" Yes." It was the group's collective response.
"I am such a brilliant and talented emperor that people think I am crazy. They even have the myth that I played the lyre from the highest point of the Palatine while Rome was being ravaged by fire." Nero said, adding some details about his madness.
"Calling myself a hyperactive sociopath is the closest diagnostic a psychologist can give me." Bruce replies, moving his gaze from the plate towards the meteorite that gets closer and closer.
"My brother considers me a Yangire." Adeline comments, giving Bruce a dirty look.
"If it reassures you, the meteorite isn't as dangerous as you think, Marcy.
Upon impact, which will happen in a minute, the meteor will break the dome of the roof, cause the skeleton of the amphibian Kronosaurus to become a corpse and hit the picnic blanket, creating a small crater. Nothing more, nothing less." Bruce explains, already knowing what's about to happen.
"45 seconds to boom. I'll save the food for later." Bruce said, grabbing the picnic basket and standing up, slowly walking away from the point of impact.
Nero took Bruce's example and went to stand by his side.
"Shouldn't we stop the meteorite, we have powers!?" Marcy asks, in an alarming voice.
"Better than us, the museum has excellent insurance, the damage from the meteorite will give us free publicity and the money needed to build a new building for the museum." Adeline said, lifting her foot and taking the picnic blanket with her, not wanting it to get ruined.
These twins have some strange priorities.
"25 seconds." Bruce states, waiting to see if his predictions are right.
"I don't have time to argue with you." Marcy said, putting her hands on Adeline.
Marcy presses Adeline into her arms bridal style and runs off towards the museum exit, throwing Bruce and Nero alone.
"At least it will be an unforgettable night with an unforgettable fireworks display." Nero said with a smile, grabbing Bruce's hand, enjoying the moment.
Not even Nero has all his wheels in place.
XXX
Twenty-five seconds later.
BOOM!
A meteorite destroyed the glass dome on the roof of the museum, destroyed the skeleton of the amphibian Kronosaurus, extremely hitting where the two couples of lovers were.
Once the dust dispersed and the museum stopped shaking, the newly restored silence was shattered by…
APPLAUSE!
Nero, this is a matter of applause for the disaster that has just happened. Maybe the story of singing to the lyre while Rome is on fire has some truth?
"You know what, Nero. Years ago, I would have acted like Marcy, but after all the things that have happened to me, it's become difficult for me to be surprised or lose my temper." Bruce said in a calm tone as he brushes the dust off his robes using a small spell.
"This is the price of greatness and talent." Nero said, walking towards the meteorite, wanting to see it up close.
Bruce walked along with Nero, stopping at the edge of the crater to see the scorching meteorite.
"It's smaller than I thought, I could use the material to make a necklace or a pair of daggers." Nero said, placing a hand under his chin, thinking about the possible use of a stone from the stars.
"It's no surprise that most meteorites are burned up and reduced in size when they enter Earth's atmosphere.
But the size of the meteor doesn't match the force of the impact, it must be made of a special material." Bruce said, making some assumptions.
Bruce shifts his gaze from the meteorite to the night sky seen through the huge hole in the ceiling.
'If I had remained still or had not sensed what had happened, the meteorite would have hit me square in the chest.
Such an event is even less unlikely than being struck by lightning.
What has the universe prepared for me this time?' Bruce thinks, not believing in the randomness of an event.
Bruce does not believe in destiny written in stone, because such a concept would go against his ideals of freedom and free will.
But Bruce is a sorcerer aware that the mechanisms of the world are much more complex than we think.
The planet with its primary consciousness known as Gaia.
The numerous faces of the collective unconscious of humanity Alaya, Philemon, Nyarlathotep.
All of them with their own Counter Forces that influence decisions through subtle or direct methods.
Through this awareness, Bruce developed his own idea of how reality works.
Greater forces, each with their own agenda, prepare their move and try to make it work on the shared stage I call, Earth.
Once the preparations are made, humans enter the stage and make their choice, which can be predictable or unpredictable.
'If this meteorite came to me, it means it has value. But should I accept it or ignore it?' Bruce thinks, debating whether to act or not act.
"We divide it into two equal parts, I use it as material for my art, you can use it as study material." Nero suggests a logical and fair solution, completely unaware of his Praetor's thoughts.
'If I go, Nero or Adeline of all people will go.
I don't know what this meteorite is made of, but it's better for it to end up in my hands than in Adeline's.
I am a Devil Forgemaster and Necromancer, playing with the bodies of the dead and the souls of the damned, experimenting on my own body to achieve results and fulfill my ambitions.
But, Adeline, she is worse than me on my bad days. Thanks to Akasha she only wants fame, wealth, entertainment and Marcy's love, or the Avengers and the rest of the superheroes would have an indefinite hard time.' Bruce thinks, not hiding the fact that he believes his twin sister is the most dangerous woman in the moonlit world.
"Let's hope for once that fiction is wrong about meteorites being made from special materials or containing mystical secrets." Bruce said, before descending into the crater, hoping that it is a simple space rock and nothing more.
"Doesn't the existence of Wakanda prove otherwise?
Their civilization exists because of a huge meteorite made of Vibranium that fell on their land in ancient times." Nero said, remaining on the edge of the crater, leaving the recovery to his Praetor.
Bruce not having to care has things like radiation, disease and extreme temperatures, grabs the meteorite with both hands and lifts it up.
Bruce's bare hands transmit two sensations: the hot rock surface covered in cracks and a sticky muddy substance slightly cold to the touch.
"Does Praetor see any space diamonds inside the space rock?" Nero asks aloud.
Bruce, distracted by Nero, turns towards her.
The moment Bruce's good eye shifted from the small meteorite to his female companion, something happened.
A part of the slimy substance, the one that remained alive, managed to get inside Bruce, all literally under his nose.
The small amount of the newborn symbiote entered Bruce through the pores in his hands.
Being a newborn symbiont who has never had a symbiont and is in very bad conditions.
Plus the fact that Bruce is far from being a common host, easy to understand and analyze.
The symbiote will need a few weeks before it can truly manifest itself.
"I don't see anything shiny just a stone and some slime...that just dried?" Bruce said, raising an eyebrow.
Once he looked back at the meteorite, he saw that the slimy substance covering the space rock had dried, becoming like dried paint or resin.
' Strange. I have to do some tests.' Bruce thinks, if you want, go to a laboratory and do some tests.
"Brother, are you still alive and unharmed or did the meteor turn out to be a Xenomorph that was trying to eat you?" Adeline asks, as she returns to the entrance hall of the museum, with Marcy at her side.
"I'm alive, but our double date at the museum is over before it can begin." Bruce said, not knowing what lies inside him.
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