X-Men: The Unnatural Omega's Volume 4, Endgames
Chapter 32: Hellish Dealings, and Journey to the Nation of Thay
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Derreck, Laura, and their children arrived at a quaint motel in Baldur's Gate, ready to continue their long vacation. Laura cradled their infant son Damion in his cosmic form while Orion and Aurora eagerly explored their new surroundings.
Derreck helped Orion and Aurora settle into their room, making sure they were comfortable. "Look at this place, Dad!" Orion exclaimed, pointing at the colorful tapestry on the wall. Aurora giggled as she bounced on the bed, her excitement growing.
Derreck smiled, watching his children with fondness. He then turned to Laura, who was gently rocking Damion. He wrapped his arm around her waist and planted a quick kiss on her lips. "How are you holding up?" he asked softly.
Laura smiled back, her eyes twinkling. "Better now," she replied, leaning into his embrace.
Derreck glanced around the room, his mind already buzzing with plans for their stay. "I've got a few ideas for today," he said, moving to the small desk in the corner to jot down their itinerary. "We can start with breakfast at that little café we passed by, then maybe head to the market square. I heard there's a fair going on, and the kids will love it."
Laura nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Sounds perfect. We can take our time and just enjoy the day."
Derreck glanced over at their children, who were now peeking out the window, starring wide eyed at the streets below. "Anything for you and the kids," he said. "This vacation is all about making memories together."
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The family started their day with a sense of excitement and wonder. They made their way to the cozy café, a charming spot with a view of the streets of Baldur's Gate. Orion and Aurora eagerly took their seats, their eyes wide with anticipation.
Orion and Aurora both ordered a side of grilled ratroach from Jake's world, marinated in rare spices of Faerûn, served with mashed potatoes. Laura opted for a simple omelet, which she shared with Damion. The baby, in his cosmic form, tilted his head curiously at his mother as she fed him a bite. His swirling galaxy eyes seemed to twinkle with each taste.
Derreck, given his invulnerable nature, couldn't eat, but he was content just being there for his family. He occasionally paused to clean his son and daughter's mouths with a napkin, a soft smile on his face.
As the morning turned into lunch, the family headed to the fair. The market square was alive with the sounds of laughter and music, colorful stalls lining the streets, offering games and treats. They played several family games, their laughter echoing through the fairgrounds.
While enjoying the festivities, they ran into Deadpool, Lady Deadpool and Logan with the metal arm from the dark multiverse, who were on a diplomatic mission and decided to take a break to check out the fair.
"Well, well, well, look who we have here!" Lady Deadpool said, her voice dripping with her usual sarcasm, but a hint of warmth as well. "Family day out, huh?"
Laura smiled, holding Damion close. "Just making memories."
Logan gave a curt nod, a rare smile tugging at his lips. "Nice to see you all enjoying yourselves."
As Laura noticed Damion reaching out to Deadpool, her curiosity was piqued. "Would you like to hold him?" she offered.
Deadpool's eyes widened in surprise but nodded. He gently took Damion, who grasped his finger with his tiny hand. Deadpool's eyes softened, and a genuine smile formed under his mask.
It was then that Deadpool noticed something happening with his skin. Curiosity got the better of him, and he took off his glove. Underneath was unblemished skin, no tumorous sores, no cancerous formations, just plain old skin.
He gawked, his eyes wide with shock. "No way..." he whispered, unable to tear his gaze away from his hand.
Laura's eyes widened as well. "What... how is that possible?"
Deadpool looked at Damion, then back at his hand. "I have no idea, but... thank you, little guy," he said softly, his usual bravado replaced with genuine gratitude.
Logan from the dark multiverse glanced at Deadpool's hand, a rare look of surprise crossing his face. "Looks like you've got a miracle worker on your hands," he said, nodding at Damion as he took a sip of his juice.
As the day continued, Logan's attention was drawn away from the festivities when he saw his Laura, who was also enjoying the fair in her own way. She had just bought a beautiful painting from a nearby vendor who specialized in landscape portraits. The vendor was a well known amongst this region and the fact that his Laura was enjoying herself brought a smile to his face.
Meanwhile, Deadpool was still reeling from the shock of his newfound normal appearance. He kept running his fingers through his newly grown hair, unable to believe his luck. Lady Deadpool, equally shocked, couldn't stop staring at his now unblemished skin.
Their moment of surprise was interrupted by a notification from their communicators. Logan's expression turned serious as he listened to the message. The guard on the other end dropped his voice to a whisper.
"Sir, we've got some individuals heading towards Baldur's Gate. They're... Red Wizards from Thay. And they say they wish to parlay. They also have two devils from the Nine Hells who acted as their guides and guards. They claim they wish to form a truce."
Logan's eyes narrowed. "Red Wizards and devils? That doesn't sound good. What's their angle?"
The guard hesitated before responding. "They mentioned wanting to discuss terms for a potential truce. It seems genuine, but we're on high alert."
Lady Deadpool, hearing the conversation, stepped closer. "Red Wizards and devils from the Nine Hells wanting to talk peace? That sounds like a setup if I've ever heard one."
Deadpool, finally snapping out of his self-reverie, nodded. "Yeah, but we can't ignore it either. If they're serious, it could mean a lot for us."
Logan turned to the group, his expression grim. "We need to be careful. I'll head back to the inn and meet with them. Deadpool, Lady Deadpool, stay here and keep an eye on things. Make sure the festival stays peaceful."
The dark multiverse Laura, still holding her painting carefully, looked at Logan with concern. "Be careful."
Logan gave her a reassuring nod. "Always."
As Logan made his way back to the inn, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something much larger. The arrival of the Red Wizards and their devilish companions could mean trouble, but it also presented an opportunity. One thing was certain: the balance of power in Baldur's Gate was about to shift, and they needed to be ready for the potential fallout of this.
Though, something told him that they weren't seeing something.
He didn't know what it was though.
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Logan from the dark multiverse made his way to the inn at the edge of the city, next to the walls. Guards stood by, ready but not aggressive. Logan noted that the Red Wizards were not putting up any fight. The guard captain approached him, explaining, "They're unarmed. No poisonous blades, and they've been cooperating fully. They even asked their devil companions to behave. It's... peculiar."
Logan absorbed these details and joined the two nobles who would be leading the discussion. After taking a seat, the first Red Wizard addressed their questions, offering context. "We are here on diplomacy, not manipulation. We are more moderate in our views compared to other Red Wizards," he said, gesturing to his hair, "hence the hair."
He continued, ensuring he had their attention. "To address your unspoken question about our moderation... Each of us knows what it's like to have a parent that was officially owned by our other parent. Despite this, our other parents loved them all the same. Just for context."
Logan understood the weight of this revelation. In Thay, slavery was allowed, and these Red Wizards had parents who were slaves. This personal history lent credibility to their intent, making their more moderate views understandable.
The nobles listened intently, processing the information. The Red Wizard's explanation shed light on their intentions and provided a glimpse into their complex backgrounds.
As the Red Wizard spoke, Logan watched him closely, noting the sincerity in his voice and the gravity of his words. The room was silent, everyone absorbing the unexpected depth of the Red Wizard's revelation.
"We understand your skepticism," the second Red Wizard added, her tone calm and composed. "But we truly wish to establish a dialogue, to find common ground. Our past does not define us, nor our future. We believe in the potential for change, for progress."
Lucian Drakov and Seraphina Velkor, the devil diplomats, waited nearby. Their presence was a reminder of the stakes, but they let their human companions lead the discussion.
The guards shifted uneasily, but Logan remained focused. He could sense the truth in their words, or at least their belief in what they were saying. The stakes were high, and this was not a situation they could afford to handle lightly.
Logan leaned forward, his voice steady. "We will listen to what you have to say. But know this – any attempt at deception or betrayal will be met with swift retribution. We protect our own here."
The Red Wizards nodded in unison, understanding the gravity of Logan's words. The meeting would proceed, but with caution and transparency.
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After about an hour of discussion, the meeting adjourned for the day. Each side agreed to take the rest of the day and night to ponder the proposal. Logan, seeking guidance, decided to pray to the Almighty for insight.
He found a secluded spot in one of the newly constructed modest churches in Baldur's Gate and sat silently in prayer to seek guidance no matter how unaccustomed he was with his experiences with prayer.
"God… Lord I need guidance?" Logan whispered; his voice barely being heard to himself. "What should we do? Are these Red Wizards sincere, or is there more at play here?"
As he prayed, Logan felt a sense of calm wash over him. Then, a voice, gentle yet powerful and clear, filled his mind. "Logan, there is more to this situation than meets your eyes things that those who have their own agenda believe is hidden from my sight."
A vision began to form before Logan's eyes. He saw Raphael, the devil from Avernus, speaking at a meeting of infernal and undead beings. The Almighty's voice provided context.
"Raphael, elected leader of the Nine Hells since Asmodeus's displacement, has a plan."
The vision showed Raphael addressing the gathering. "Our current methods are failing. But I propose something different, something I've been debating for quite a while now. Why not play by their rules? If we cannot beat them, join them. Send a delegation to their leaders who are more moderate than the rest of us. Build bridges."
The room murmured with confusion and skepticism. "Join them?" one wizard echoed. "You mean... ally with them?"
Raphael nodded. "Precisely. If they reject our offer, they would be showing favoritism and hypocrisy. But if they accept, that very action can sow doubt among their peoples, given how both our peoples have bad reputations amongst them. Either way, we win."
"Do you truly believe they would accept such an offer?" another wizard asked cautiously.
Raphael's smile was cold and calculating. "It's a risk, but one worth taking. Their alliance is built on the foundation of unity against common enemies. If we extend an olive branch, it could fracture their unity. They will have to decide whether to accept our offer and risk internal dissent or reject it and appear hypocritical to their followers."
"And what if they accept? What then?" a hooded wizard leaned forward, eyes narrowing.
Raphael's smile widened. "If they accept, we play the long game. We integrate ourselves, learn their weaknesses from within, and wait for the perfect moment to strike. We can use their own principles and values against them, turning their strength into a vulnerability."
The vision faded, and the Almighty's voice spoke again, calm and fatherly. "Logan, the Red Wizards who met with you knew nothing of this. They have told you nothing but the truth on their part. Inform them of this scheming behind their backs. They deserve to know the deceit they were nearly a part of."
Logan nodded, understanding the gravity of the revelation. He had to share this information with the Red Wizards, for the sake of transparency and trust.
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Later…
Logan arranged a private meeting with the Red Wizards and requested that they bring their devil companions. The group gathered in a secluded room within the inn, away from prying eyes and ears.
The room was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. Logan stood before the gathered Red Wizards and their devil companions, his expression serious.
"There are things you need to be made aware of," Logan began, his voice steady and clear as he spoke clearly. "What I'm about to tell you is crucial, and it concerns your mission here."
The Red Wizards exchanged curious glances, while the devil companions remained stoic.
Logan took a deep breath and began to explain everything he had seen and learned from the Almighty. He spoke of Raphael's plan, the intent to sow discord within the alliance by playing by their rules and manipulating their principles and values.
The Red Wizards listened intently, their expressions shifting from curiosity to shock and anger as Logan detailed the deceitful scheme. When he finished, he offered to let them read his mind, ensuring that they knew he was telling the truth.
"Read my mind," Logan said, his gaze unwavering. "See for yourselves that I'm being honest."
One by one, the Red Wizards cast their mind-reading spells, delving into Logan's thoughts and memories. They saw the vision he had witnessed, the conversation between Raphael and the other infernal beings, and the Almighty's guidance.
As they confirmed the truth of Logan's words, their expressions hardened. The leader of the Red Wizards turned to Logan, gratitude and determination in his eyes. "We had no idea," he said. "Thank you for bringing this to our attention."
Logan nodded, then turned to the devil companions, his eyes narrowing. "But you two knew that already, didn't you?"
The devils' stoic facades cracked for the first time, their eyes widening in realization. One of them muttered a curse under his breath. "Shit!"
In an instant, the devils vanished in flames, leaving behind a charred scent and a sense of unease.
The leader of the Red Wizards turned back to Logan. "What do we do now?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency.
Logan took a deep breath, considering their next move. "We need to take this information to the alliance leaders. They need to know the truth. Let's continue with your original mission, but let's proceed with caution since Raphael wont let this go easily.
If Raphael and his followers try to manipulate us, we'll have a heads up now."
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About twenty to thirty minutes later, Logan, the Red Wizards, and the nobles gathered in a secure chamber within the inn. The atmosphere was tense as Logan prepared to reveal the treachery.
"The devils who accompanied these Red Wizards were part of a scheme orchestrated by Raphael from Avernus," Logan began. "Their goal was to manipulate our alliance, either by sowing discord if we accepted their offer or by labeling us as hypocrites if we refused. These Red Wizards, however, were unaware of this deceit. They were used by their leaders."
The nobles exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of shock and concern. One of them, a tall man with graying hair, spoke up. "And how can we be sure they didn't know?"
Logan stepped forward, his voice resolute. "I allowed them to read my mind, to see the vision I received directly from the Almighty. They have been nothing but honest with me, and their intentions here are genuine. They were unaware of Raphael's true motives."
The Red Wizards nodded, their faces showing a mixture of relief and determination. "We came here seeking a truce, not betrayal," the leader of the Red Wizards said. "We have been betrayed by our own leaders, and now we'll most likely be labeled as traitors by those who we served."
Logan turned back to the nobles. "These Red Wizards risked everything to come here in good faith. Based on how the nation of Thay operates, they will be labeled traitors now. They need our protection. I vouch for them, and I believe they deserve sanctuary."
The nobles processed Logan's words, their expressions thoughtful. Finally, the tall man with graying hair nodded. "Logan has always been a man of honor. If he vouches for them, then we must trust his judgment."
Another noble, a woman with a stern but kind face, added, "We cannot turn away those who seek genuine peace, especially when they have been used and betrayed. We will provide them sanctuary."
A murmur of agreement spread through the room, and the consensus was clear. The Red Wizards were to be given protection and shelter.
The leader of the Red Wizards bowed his head in gratitude. "Thank you. We are deeply grateful for your understanding and hospitality. We will do our utmost to prove ourselves worthy of your trust."
Logan nodded, feeling a sense of relief. With the decision made, the Red Wizards were escorted to their new quarters, hopefully, they would live a life free of manipulation that used them like before.
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Elsewhere in the nation of Thay…
In the halls of Thay, a group of Red Wizards loyal to Szass Tam convened in a secret chamber. Things were tense as they awaited word from the two devil guards who had accompanied the three more moderate Red Wizards on their mission. The heavy doors creaked open, and the two devils entered the room. Their usually confident demeanor was replaced by an air of unease. Raphael, the devil from Avernus who had been elected the new leader of the Nine Hells, narrowed his eyes at them, sensing their nervousness.
"What happened?" Raphael asked in a measured tone, his voice barely masking the simmering malice beneath.
The two devils exchanged a glance, clearly hesitant. One of them, a tall figure with dark, smoldering eyes, stepped forward. "They caught onto our scheme, my lord. The alliance members knew what we were planning."
Raphael's expression darkened further. "And?" he prompted, his tone growing more dangerous.
The other devil, shorter and with a shifty demeanor, continued, "They exposed us to the Red Wizards who confronted us about it. It was an utter failure."
A heavy silence fell over the room as the devils braced themselves for the fallout. The malice radiating off Raphael was barely contained, and his eyes burned with fury.
Raphael took a slow, deliberate breath, his hands clenching into fists. "You mean to tell me," he said, his voice low and seething with anger, "that not only did our plan fail, but those pathetic mortals managed to see through it and expose our intentions to our own allies?"
The devils nodded, their fear only growing. "Yes, my lord. They even allowed the Red Wizards to read their minds to confirm the truth."
Raphael's eyes blazed with fury as he took a menacing step toward them. "Incompetence," he hissed. "Absolute incompetence. Do you have any idea what this means for our plans? The alliances we sought to undermine are now stronger than ever, and our own allies will question our motives."
The devils cowered under Raphael's wrath, knowing full well the consequences of their failure. Raphael turned away from them, his mind racing with thoughts of retribution and the need to recalibrate their strategy.
"We cannot afford any more mistakes," Raphael said, his voice cold and menacing. "Our enemies grow stronger, and we must adapt. This failure will not go unpunished, but for now, we must focus on our next move."
The devils nodded, grateful to still be standing but acutely aware that their positions were precarious.
"Leave me," Raphael commanded. "I need to think."
The devils quickly exited the room, leaving Raphael alone to seethe in his fury. The Red Wizards in the chamber exchanged uneasy glances, knowing that their leader's wrath would not be easily undone.
Raphael skulked for a moment in the darkened chamber, his anger simmering and growing with each passing moment. The shadows seemed to shift around him, mirroring the turmoil within. His thoughts became increasingly paranoid, each one more desperate and erratic than the last. He couldn't shake the feeling that the Almighty was watching him, that they were all just pawns in one of His sickening games.
The Red Wizards present could feel the change in the air, the growing malevolence emanating from Raphael. They exchanged uneasy glances, sensing that their leader was becoming unhinged. The tension was only growing, and an uncomfortable silence settled over the room.
Raphael's eyes darted around the chamber frantically, searching for something, anything, that could give him an edge over the being that seemed to mock them at every turn. His mind raced with thoughts of vengeance, his fury blinding him to reason.
Suddenly, he snapped. "THOSE RED WIZARD TRAITORS?!" he roared, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "HOW MANY FAMILIES DO THEY HAVE IN THAY?!"
One of the Red Wizards, a middle-aged man with a cautious demeanor, thought on that for a moment. "They have some middle-class and noble families that bear some influence due to their ability to relate to the people. This has earned them some favor in recent days."
Raphael's eyes gleamed with a sinister light as he grinned. "GOOD! THEN WE CAN TAKE THEM HOSTAGE! SHOW THESE TRAITORS WHAT HAPPENS TO THOSE WHO DEFY US! MAKE IT PAINFULLY CLEAR WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THOSE THEY LOVE FOR THIS TREACHERY AGAINST US!"
The Red Wizards present shifted uncomfortably, but they knew better than to challenge Raphael in his current state. His plan was cruel and ruthless, but it was a plan. The room remained silent as Raphael's grin widened, his mind already working out the details.
"We will send a message they won't forget," Raphael continued, his voice now a dangerous whisper. "We will make them pay for their betrayal. And in doing so, we will show the world that defiance against us will not be tolerated."
The Red Wizards nodded reluctantly, their fear of Raphael overriding any moral objections they might have had. They began to discuss the logistics of capturing the traitors' families, each step meticulously planned to ensure maximum impact.
As Raphael plotted his revenge, his paranoia slowly transformed into a twisted sense of satisfaction. He believed he had found a way to strike back, to regain some semblance of control in a world that seemed increasingly chaotic. The chamber was filled with an air of malevolent anticipation, each member present knowing that their actions would soon bring pain and suffering to those deemed traitors.
And so, the dark machinations of Thay continued, fueled by vengeance and a desire for power that knew no bounds.
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Meanwhile, outside the limited perception of Thay's dark machinations, the Almighty stared down at them like one would examine a model with moving parts. He could only shake his head in disappointment.
He turned to Silvanus, who had joined Him for a walk earlier. Silvanus had shown profound growth in renouncing his godhood and living among the mortals, not as a distant deity but as a man, connected to those he once watched from afar.
The Almighty reassured him, "In the end, the devils of this world and their allies are only making a mockery of themselves. Even within the nation of Thay, many are growing tired of those who remain loyal to Szass Tam."
Silvanus nodded, his deep green eyes reflecting the serene wisdom he had gained. He knew the Almighty was incapable of lying, and nothing escaped His sight. The Almighty was giving Silvanus a chance to handle this matter quietly, to prevent further bloodshed.
"Remember," the Almighty continued, "when you confront these Red Wizards, it will be before all their people. They will become examples of their own making. Before the rooster crows at the end of this week, they will have to admit that I favored the righteous they planned to torment, not the wicked."
Silvanus took a deep breath, absorbing the gravity of the task before him. "I understand," he said, his voice steady. "I will handle it with the care it requires."
The Almighty placed a reassuring cosmic hand on Silvanus's shoulder. "Even if I may not be visible to your perception, know that I am with all of you, always."
Silvanus bowed his head in gratitude. "Thank you for this chance. I will not fail."
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Silvanus gathered Logan, Laura from the dark multiverse, Deadpool, Lady Deadpool, and the three Red Wizards. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air as he relayed the Almighty's message.
"We have been given a unique opportunity," Silvanus began, his voice calm yet clear. "The Almighty has informed me of the treachery orchestrated by the higher-ups in Thay. Their actions have been revealed to us, and we must act swiftly and wisely. We are to put together a team to head to Thay and speak directly to their people and leaders."
Logan's brow furrowed in thought. "So, we're supposed to confront them? What makes this time different?"
"The Almighty is giving us a chance to handle this without further bloodshed," Silvanus explained. "Many within Thay are growing tired of their leaders' machinations. This is an opportunity to show them a different path. The Almighty's patience with Thay and their leaders is remarkable, and we must use this chance wisely."
Laura nodded, understanding the gravity of their mission. "He's giving us a chance to bring change without conflict. That's more than anyone else would have given."
Deadpool, ever the wildcard, crossed his arms and nodded. "So, we're like divine ambassadors of peace. Got it. Do we get diplomatic immunity?"
Lady Deadpool nudged him, rolling her eyes. "Focus, Wade."
The three Red Wizards, who had been quiet until now, exchanged glances. The eldest of the three, with a mark of authority on his forehead, spoke up. "We are grateful for this chance. Our people are suffering under the current leadership. If there is a way to bring about change peacefully, we will support it."
Silvanus smiled reassuringly. "Then let's prepare. We need to make sure our message is clear and that we present a united front. This is a pivotal moment, and we must handle it with the utmost care."
Logan took a deep breath, his resolve solidifying. "Alright, let's do this. We're heading into the lion's den, but we've got truth on our side."
As they began to prepare for their journey to Thay, each member of the team felt a mix of apprehension and determination. The Almighty's patience was a rare gift, and they intended to make the most of it. They would go to Thay not as conquerors, but as messengers trying to reason with them so they could save as many as possible.
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The team gathered early in the morning, ready to embark on their journey from Baldur's Gate to Thay. Deadpool, Lady Deadpool, Logan, and Laura from the dark multiverse were well-prepared to guard the nobles who had volunteered for the mission. The caravan consisted of three nobles: a human named Sir Cedric, a female wood-elf named Elarinya, and a dragonborn sorcerer named Drakthor.
As they set out, the day began to pass quickly, the miles slipping away beneath their feet. The journey was long and arduous, taking them eastward for five days. Along the way, they encountered various landscapes, from dense forests to open plains. Despite the length of their journey, the days went by without any major incidents.
On the third day, as they made their way through a rocky terrain, they came across a massive Bulette. The creature, known for its aggressive nature and tendency to consume anything organic, was surprisingly calm. The sight of the placid beast left everyone in the caravan astonished.
"That's... not normal," Logan muttered, his eyes narrowing at the Bulette.
Deadpool, ever the optimist, shrugged. "Big guy up top must be keeping any creatures we run into tame. He's protecting us on this journey. I mean, look at that thing, it should be trying to eat us!"
Lady Deadpool chuckled. "Yeah, Wade. That or it's just having a really good day."
Elarinya, the wood-elf, nodded thoughtfully. "It makes sense. The Almighty's influence is strong. If He wants to keep us safe, even the wild beasts will heed His will."
Drakthor, the dragonborn sorcerer, added, "We should remain on alert nonetheless. This journey is important, and we cannot afford to have any complications on the way there."
The caravan continued, the days blending together as they traveled. The nights were spent around campfires, sharing stories and discussing their mission. The presence of the Almighty's protection gave them all a sense of peace, despite the uncertainty of their destination.
On the fifth day, as they approached the borders of Thay,
They knew they were heading into a precarious situation, but they also carried the hope of change and redemption.
Finally, the imposing silhouette of Thay's capital loomed in the distance. The caravan came to a halt, and the team prepared to enter the city. The Red Wizards who accompanied them looked solemn but determined. They had a chance to bring about change, and they would do everything in their power to see it through.
Logan, Deadpool, Lady Deadpool, Laura, and the three nobles took a moment to collect themselves before they crossed the threshold into Thay.
This was it, for better or worse now, there was no going back.
The gates of Thay opened before them, and with a final nod of encouragement to each other, they stepped through.
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On the other side of the gate, they were instantly met by a contingent of Thayan guards. The leader of the guards, a stern-looking man with a weathered face, stepped forward. He surveyed the group, his eyes lingering on the three Red Wizards before he spoke.
"You may stay, as you have diplomatic immunity," he began, his tone formal. "However, the three Red Wizards among you…" His eyes softened slightly as he regarded them, a hint of personal recognition in his gaze. "I have received orders to take them into custody."
There was a brief, tense silence before the guard continued, his voice lowering slightly. "However, I must inform you that I was visited by this Almighty I've heard so much about. He appeared to me last night and told me to let you say your piece to the people and the leaders of Thay."
The guards behind him exchanged glances, clearly surprised by this revelation. The leader nodded; his expression speaking to the seriousness of the situation. "Something I don't mind given how they've acted recently. With your permission, we would like to escort you there, to ensure that no one else tries stopping you."
Logan stepped forward; his posture guarded but respectful. "We appreciate your understanding and your willingness to help. We'll take you up on your offer."
The guard nodded, and with a signal, his men fell into formation around the group. The Red Wizards looked relieved but still wary, knowing that the eyes of Thay were upon them.
As they walked through the city, the tension was slowly growing but they were relieved in a way, that this guard captain saw reason. The streets were busy with activity, but there was an undercurrent of unease. Whispers followed them as they moved, and people stopped to stare, their expressions a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
Sir Cedric, Elarinya, and Drakthor walked with purpose, their noble bearing lending an air of dignity to the procession. Deadpool and Lady Deadpool, ever on alert, kept a close watch on their surroundings, ready to act at a moment's notice. Logan and Laura, both seasoned warriors, moved with a quiet confidence, their senses heightened as they navigated the unfamiliar territory.
They finally arrived at the central hall, where the leaders of Thay awaited them. The guards led them inside, the heavy doors closing behind them with a resounding thud. The room was grand and imposing, filled with Thayan nobles and officials. At the far end of the room, the council of Red Wizards sat in a semicircle, their expressions inscrutable.
The leader of the guards stepped forward, addressing the council. "Esteemed council, I present to you the delegation from Baldur's Gate. They have come to speak on matters of great importance."
Logan stepped forward, his voice steady and clear. "We come with a message of truth and peace. There are things you need to know, and decisions that need to be made for the betterment of all."
As the discussion began, The Thayan nobles loyal to Szass Tam looked slightly annoyed and nervous in equal measure, clearly unsettled by the presence of the three "traitor" Red Wizards and the deviation from their planned arrest.
The guard captain, standing beside Logan, took a deep breath before speaking. "Esteemed council, I must inform you of the treachery that has been uncovered. These three Red Wizards," he gestured towards them, "were sent to Baldur's Gate with two devil companions, under the guise of seeking peace. However, their mission was a manipulative scheme."
Logan stepped forward; his voice resonant with authority. "The plan was to either make those in Baldur's Gate and their alliance question their leaders, sowing division if they accepted the offer, or to label them as hypocrites if they refused. It was a scheme designed to use these three Red Wizards, who were genuine in their intentions, to undermine the alliance."
The room erupted into murmurs and whispers, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The council members exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions a mix of disbelief and outrage.
Lady Deadpool stepped forward, her tone calm but baring the seriousness of the situation. "We thought you should all know this treachery that they attempted. But it gets worse."
Drakthor, the dragonborn sorcerer, took over. "Their families have been taken prisoner and imprisoned. These three Red Wizards come from noble blood, and their families are influential. This act of cruelty was meant to send them a message when they would find out."
Shockwaves rippled through the room. Those who were unaware of this development gasped in horror. The nobles who were still loyal to Szass Tam shifted uncomfortably in their seats, realizing the full extent of the their dealings that were coming to light and their implications.
Sir Cedric, the human noble, addressed the council directly. "We stand before you not as enemies, but as bearers of truth. These three Red Wizards were used as pawns in a larger game of deceit and manipulation. Their families are being held hostage, and this must end now."
Elarinya, the wood-elf, added, "We ask for your help in ensuring their safety and bringing justice to those who orchestrated this scheme. This is a time for unity, not division."
The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of the revelations pressing down on everyone present. The council members looked to one another, the severity of the situation clear in their eyes.
One of the more moderate council members finally spoke, his voice steady. "We will investigate these claims and take appropriate action. If what you say is true, those responsible will be held accountable."
Logan nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. "Thank you. We only seek to ensure justice and prevent further bloodshed."
The discussions continued, but the initial tension had shifted.
The council members, now deeply invested in uncovering the truth, turned their attention to the Red Wizards who were still loyal to Szass Tam. One of the more senior council members, an older wizard with a stern expression, addressed them directly.
"These are serious allegations," he said, his voice echoing in the chamber. "We need to hear your side of the story. What do you have to say about these claims?"
The loyal Red Wizards exchanged nervous glances, clearly caught off guard. One of them, a middle-aged wizard with a sharp gaze, attempted to redirect the conversation.
"This is nothing more than an attempt to sow discord among us," he began, his tone defensive. "These so-called traitors are trying to undermine our unity by making false accusations involving lies about Raphael. We must not listen and not be swayed by their lies."
Another loyal Red Wizard, a younger woman with a hardened demeanor, nodded in agreement. "Exactly. This is a ploy to weaken us. We should not be distracted by these baseless claims."
The council members frowned, their suspicions growing. The attempts to redirect the conversation were only making them more uneasy. The senior council member pressed on.
"And what about the families of these three Red Wizards?" he asked. "Were they taken hostage to ensure their compliance?"
The middle-aged wizard's eyes flickered with uncertainty. "That is... irrelevant. We must focus on the bigger picture."
One of the moderate Red Wizards, who had been silently observing, suddenly spoke up. "Raphael. You mentioned Raphael the devil in your accusations. How did you know about him?"
The room fell silent, and the loyal Red Wizards visibly tensed. Their eyes darted around the room, trying to gauge the council's reaction.
The older council member narrowed his eyes. "Yes, how did you know about Raphael? We never mentioned anything about him."
Logan stepped forward, his voice calm and serious as he addressed the question to give them context. "Raphael was the one orchestrating this scheme from the Nine Hells. He planned to use these Red Wizards as pawns in his game. They were unaware of his true intentions."
The senior council member's gaze hardened as he looked back at the Red Wizards loyal to Szass Tam. "Is this true? Did Raphael play a role in this?"
The middle-aged wizard stammered, his confidence crumbling. "We... we were following orders. Raphael's involvement was... not something we were fully aware of."
The red wizard who had questioned the loyalists about Raphael stepped forward, his gaze scrutinizing as he got one of those feelings but still needed to confirm it. "I don't believe you," he said seriously. "If you lied right before you admitted you knew him and have lied before, how can we know you're telling the truth now?"
The room went silent as the loyal Red Wizards, caught in their deception, looked around frantically. Their eyes narrowed, and they raised their hands, casting powerful spells—lightning, fire, and all manner of destructive magic—toward the three moderate Red Wizards.
The assembly gasped in shock, some preparing to react to counterspell or take any action at all, some were bracing for the worst. But as the spells flew, they dissipated harmlessly, vanishing before they could reach their targets. The three moderate Red Wizards stood calmly, untouched.
"The Almighty we've heard about is protecting them!" someone from the assembly exclaimed. Realizing the truth, the rest of the Red Wizards didn't hesitate. They moved swiftly, restraining the loyalists with magical binds and magic-dampening cuffs. The red wizard who had caught onto their lie was among the first to act, ensuring that those who had attempted the attack were securely restrained. The senior council member, now surer than ever, turned to the assembly.
"These loyalists to Szass Tam have shown their true colors. They have attempted deceit and violence against their own kind, this time for the final time. Let this be a lesson to all of us about the importance of the snakes we've let into our midst."
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The next day, the loyalists to Szass Tam had all been rounded up. Each one was interrogated thoroughly to ascertain any deceit from other wizards who weren't affiliated with this plot, specifically those from the school that practiced undead magic. At the same time, they managed to track down the families of the three Red Wizards who had accompanied Logan and the others. These families, ranging from local nobles to middle-class members, had been imprisoned by the loyalist Red Wizards. Though shaken, they were unharmed.
As they reunited the families, the head Red Wizard of the three, Tharnis, noticed someone was missing. "Where's my uncle?" he asked frantically. "He's an elder in a guild that makes magical artifacts."
One of the freed family members stepped forward, pale with fear. "Raphael took him," they said, their voice trembling. "He's using him as leverage."
While they were processing this information and ensuring their family members were safe, Logan, Deadpool, and Laura from the dark multiverse exchanged one of those looks. They knew what they had to do: confront the infernal realms if they wanted to get Tharnis's uncle back.
Logan, operating on a hunch, spoke up. "Raphael might be watching us. He's not stupid, and he'll want to make his move."
Logan took a deep breath and called out, "If you're there, Raphael, you might as well make your offer. This may be your last chance."
Immediately, their surroundings changed. They found themselves in Raphael's opulent office, an infernal chamber filled with luxurious yet unsettling decor. Raphael sat behind a grand desk, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and calculation.
"Welcome," Raphael said smoothly, gesturing for them to sit. "I'm more than willing to discuss the terms of the mortal's release. And, on a more personal note, I'm curious to know what you will offer in return."
Logan stepped forward, his expression hard. "We're not here to play games, Raphael. Name your terms."
Raphael leaned back in his chair, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "Simple. I want a binding agreement that your alliance will not interfere with my operations involving mortals that will willingly seek out one of my bargains for the next century. In exchange, I will release Tharnis's uncle unharmed."
Deadpool scoffed. "A century? That's a bit much, don't you think?"
Raphael's smile didn't waver. "That's the deal. Take it or leave it."
Logan exchanged a look with Laura and Deadpool. They knew Raphael was pushing his luck,
It was then that Logan from the dark multiverse looked at Raphael, a sly idea forming in his mind at that one moment. "How about this... if your contract, with all its power, can withstand or hold its own against the decree that He... makes or shows you." Logan pointed upwards, indicating God, "...then we'll take it. But remember this, to outright refuse would show several things. First, to your Nine Hells that you're scared of Him. Second, to refuse would be too easy for you in the short term but may incur 'His' wrath should you harm the uncle as He works in mysterious ways like he has before."
Raphael looked a bit shaken and nervous at that one, and it was apparent that Logan was getting to him.
"And third," Logan continued, "even if you do kill the uncle, what hope do you have of avoiding the consequences any other way than the nearly hopeless hope of outwitting the Almighty? So, I'd suggest you summon whatever contract you wish because you'll have to give it your all if you want it to have any hope to come out on top which it won't in the end."
At this point, Logan had riled Raphael up, who was visibly sweating now, infuriated but ready to take on the challenge with vigor. Raphael summoned a special convoluted contract, infernal symbols glowing with dark power. He even summoned the uncle, who was shaken but unharmed.
Raphael snapped at the air, his voice dripping with challenge, "ALRIGHT! GOD OF GODS AND KING OF KINGS! SHOW ME WHAT'S MORE POWERFUL THAN THIS CONTRACT, I'M EAGER TO SEE YOUR RESPONSE!"
Logan could only smirk as, right on Raphael's desk, a visible zap of electricity etched the Ten Commandments into the desk. Each commandment appeared one by one, as though written by an invisible hand that burnt into the desk.
"I am the Lord your God..." The first commandment burned into the desk, the contract sizzling and blackening at its edges.
"You shall have no other gods before Me." As the second commandment was etched, the contract began to smolder, small flames licking at its corners.
"You shall not make for yourself an idol..." The third commandment appeared, and the flames grew stronger, consuming more of the contract.
"You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain." With the fourth commandment, the flames began to spread across the surface of the contract, the infernal symbols flickering and distorting.
"Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy." The fifth commandment blazed into the desk, and the contract started to curl at the edges, blackened and brittle.
"Honor your father and your mother." As the sixth commandment appeared, the flames intensified, devouring the contract even faster.
"You shall not murder." The seventh commandment burned brightly, the contract now barely holding together, its edges crumbling to ash.
"You shall not commit adultery." With the eighth commandment, the flames engulfed the majority of the contract, leaving only fragments of the once-powerful document.
"You shall not steal." The ninth commandment was etched into the desk, and the contract was now mostly ash, with only a few burning scraps left.
"You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor." As the tenth commandment appeared, the remaining fragments of the contract were consumed by the flames. The final writing seared through the air, and the intense heat burned Raphael's hand as he refused to let go. He yelped in pain, his grip finally loosening as the last remnants of the contract turned to ash.
Raphael's face twisted in a mixture of shock and fury as the Almighty's power made His presence and superiority undeniable. The burn on his hand was a stark reminder of his failure and the overwhelming power of the Almighty. Logan and his companions stood there, their confidence unshaken by the display of divine power.
The two devil guards who had been watching the entire spectacle shared a look. The Almighty's power was undeniable, and the burn on Raphael's hand was a clear sign of His displeasure. They had a choice to make, and they knew enduring Raphael's wrath was preferable to facing the Almighty's.
Raphael, still clutching his burnt hand, barked out, "Execute the prisoner!"
The devil guards hesitated for a moment, then, without responding, they gently walked over to the prisoner. Logan and Deadpool watched in surprise as the devils escorted the uncle towards them. The fury in Raphael's eyes was more than apparent as he watched his subordinates betray him.
"What are you doing?!" Raphael roared, his voice echoing through the infernal chamber. "You dare defy me?!"
One of the devil guards looked back at Raphael, his expression deadly serious "We would rather endure your wrath than the Almighty's. We know where true power lies."
Logan, Deadpool, and Laura exchanged looks of relief and gratitude as the devils handed the prisoner over to them. Raphael's anger was a tangible force, his demonic aura flaring with malice. Yet, there was nothing he could do. The contract had been nullified, and his leverage was gone.
"You will pay for this," Raphael hissed, his eyes burning with hatred. "All of you will pay."
Logan stepped forward; his stance unwavering. "You already lost, Raphael. It's over. Now, get out of our way."
Raphael glared at them; his fury barely contained. But he knew he had no choice. Defeated, he stepped aside, allowing them to leave with the prisoner. The divine power of the Almighty had made its mark, and even the infernal realm could not stand against it.
As the veil between worlds dissipated, Logan, Laura, and Deadpool found themselves back in the chamber where the other former prisoners were located. Relief washed over them as they saw the familiar faces of the Red Wizards who had helped free the three families.
Tharnis's uncle, still shaken but safe, pulled his nephew and Logan off to the side. "It's strange," he said quietly. "Right before you were pulled into Raphael's domain, I prayed for mercy to the Almighty. And then you all showed up. Guess He was listening to my prayer... and then some."
Logan, usually stoic, found himself deeply moved by the old man's words. "Guess He does listen," Logan murmured. "In ways we can't always understand."
The uncle smiled faintly and nodded. "Thank you. For everything." With that, he was escorted to safety by the Red Wizards, leaving Logan and Tharnis in a contemplative silence.
Logan had prayed to the Almighty a few times himself, and each time, he had felt a quiet assurance. Now, seeing the evidence of divine intervention firsthand, he felt a profound sense of respect and awe. "He really does work in mysterious ways," Logan thought to himself, his mind filled with gratitude and wonder.
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A day later, before heading back to the city of Baldur's Gate, Laura found herself standing near a group of Red Wizards in their cells, who had been allied with Szass Tam. One of them, looking disheveled and defeated, muttered something that caught her attention.
"Guess he really favored the righteous we planned to torment, not us in the end," the wizard said bitterly, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Laura's eyes widened, remembering the Almighty's words before they left Baldur's Gate. As if on cue, a lone rooster crowed in the distance near a nearby window. The sound echoed through the chamber, sending a shiver down her spine. It was exactly as the Almighty had foretold.
For a moment, Laura stood there, momentarily stunned. The rooster's crow seemed to solidify the truth of everything they had experienced and the timing was spot on.
Snapping out of her reverie, Laura shook her head slightly and began preparing to head out. She knew she had a story to tell when she got back.
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Some time later…
Back in Baldur's Gate, Logan and Laura from the dark multiverse, along with Deadpool and Lady Deadpool, gathered around a tavern table. They had just relayed the details of their recent adventure to Derreck, who was listening intently. His Laura cradled their infant son Damion in his cosmic form, while Orion and Aurora stared wide-eyed at the story, their light blue and pink eyes as wide as dinner plates.
Derreck leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I figured the Almighty had your back. Based on what we know, it fits His character that He would know things like that."
He picked up a spoon from the table and held it up for comparison. "It's kind of like how I view time, though on a much more infinite scale. Depending on the multiverse or reality, time doesn't always loop or even branch off. It sometimes follows a linear path in some realities."
He turned the spoon over in his hand, illustrating his point. "But like this spoon, I can pick it up, forge it, bend it, or even move it around or view a specific point. I guess it's the same with the Almighty. Because at the end of the day, He can view time like a thread or, in this case, a spoon. It's not like anything we can do can affect him, since he's so much more than the spoon and in the end, it can't do anything to him since he set up the foundations that the original one works with and he's the one in control in the end."
Orion and Aurora's eyes widened even further, trying to grasp the concept. Laura watched with a mix of amusement and curiosity as Derreck dipped the spoon into some cake and fed Damion, who formed a tiny mouth to accept the bite.
"Just to add some context for those of you who are wondering how He possibly views reality," Derreck added with a shrug.
Deadpool, with his usual irreverence, leaned forward. "So, you're saying the Almighty is basically the ultimate spoon-bender of reality? Got it."
Logan chuckled, shaking his head. "Leave it to you to simplify the profound, Wade."
Lady Deadpool smirked. "Well, whether it's a spoon or a thread, it's clear that He's looking out for us."
Laura from the dark multiverse nodded. "And we should be grateful for that." Considering what's out there."
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Elsewhere on Krakoa…
Mr. Rat's P.O.V., aka Derreck's father, the god creator of the dark multiverse was awaiting his son's and grandkids' return from Faerûn. In the dining area, Mr. Rat munched on a cinnamon cookie, the kind Derreck always gave him when they were living on the streets. He sat across from Dante, Lady, and Gandalf the White, who were engaged in a quiet conversation.
As he savored the familiar taste, Mr. Rat noticed a shift in the atmosphere. Gandalf, Dante, and Lady looked past him with a knowing look in Gandalf's eyes. Turning his little rodent head, he saw her: Derreck's mother, Mistress Death. She seemed nervous and unsure of herself, as if meeting him like this after so long was a foreign sensation.
Sensing the need for privacy, Gandalf, Dante, and Lady quietly excused themselves, leaving the two alone. Mistress Death had seen better days. Ever since learning of Darien's malevolent crimes due to his psychopathic tendencies, she had become a wreck, barely holding on.
She hesitated for a moment before sitting down across from Mr. Rat. The air was thick with unspoken words, both wondering what they could say after all this time. Mistress Death's eyes were filled with a mixture of anger and sorrow, and she finally spoke.
"It's ironic, isn't it?" she said, her voice trembling. "I was always there for Darian, and he turned into a monster. You were always there for Derreck, in the form of his pet rat, and you guided him to be something better."
Mr. Rat's whiskers twitched as he listened. He knew there was truth in her words. For a long moment, they sat in silence, contemplating the paths their lives had taken.
She hesitated again, then reached over and gently petted his little head. Mr. Rat allowed it, a rare moment of connection between them. The touch was tender, filled with unspoken emotions.
They both wondered what could have been different if they had stayed together. In a lot of ways, she blamed him for leaving her, even if she didn't show it outwardly. But he had always been there for Derreck. She just couldn't see it.
As they sat there, the silence spoke volumes. It was a silence filled with regret, sorrow, and a faint glimmer of hope. The past couldn't be changed, but perhaps, in this moment, they could find a way to move forward, if only for the sake of their son.
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Elsewhere, on the planet of the Eternals in this universe, Alex Mercer was still getting used to the whole menu he had stumbled upon when James Heller put him in that void. Being consumed by Heller had led him to the actual Marvel Universe. As absurd as it all seemed, he couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Here he was, in the Marvel Universe from the comics that has become a melting pot of the omniverse like a Comic-Con's fans dream, and he had managed to oust Thanos and take over the Eternals, even consuming Zuras as a warning to the others. Yet, there was still so much to do, and he relished the power he now wielded.
After a few years of the Eternals keeping their heads down, as they always did, Mercer turned to one of them with a chilling question. "You honestly thought... that I didn't know about the little coup you and your buddies were planning?"
The Eternal backed up in fear, her eyes wide with terror. Ikaris and the rest also put some distance between themselves and Mercer, their expressions wary and filled with dread. Among them were notable Eternals like Sersi, Kingo, and Thena.
Finally, the female Eternal couldn't stand it any longer. She snapped, throwing caution to the wind. "You're no leader! You're a monster! A mad tyrant far worse than Thanos ever was!"
She rambled on, and on, and on, her voice filled with desperation and anger. By the time she was out of breath, Mercer's head tilted on his throne, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
"Let me tell you a story," Mercer began, his voice cold and devoid of any empathy. "About what I've done and the people I've murdered. And not just murdered... the people I've turned to paste by sending them flying into the walls of collapsing buildings, torn in half down the middle, sliced and diced in every conceivable way."
He paused, enjoying the horrified expressions on the faces of the Eternals. "And let's not forget that one time I called in an airstrike or two, deceiving my world's military to target civilians... whole crowds' worth, just for the heck of it!"
He let out a cruel laugh that chilled everyone around him. Then, his body began to shift and change, morphing into the form of an army colonel he had consumed. He brought the radio on his vest to his mouth and mock-ordered an airstrike, relishing the memory.
"All units, this is Colonel Mercer. Deploy airstrikes on coordinates Alpha, Bravo, Charlie. Make sure to hit all civilian targets. Over."
The Eternals watched in horror as Mercer seemed to take genuine pleasure in the chaos and destruction he was causing. His laugh echoed through the chamber, a stark reminder of the monster they were now under.
As Alex Mercer continued his monologue, he slowly stepped down from his throne, his eyes fixed on one of the Eternals, Sersi. His arms began to morph into sharp, deadly claws, and he ran them along her shoulders in a creepy, almost affectionate manner. Sersi shuddered under his touch, trying to maintain her composure.
"You know," Mercer said, his voice dripping with malice, "I've killed in more ways than you can imagine. Infected, civilians, military... they all fall the same. I've used Apache helicopters to rain down fire, missile launchers to blow apart buildings, tanks to crush anything in my path. The sheer number of weapons I've wielded to bring about death and destruction is staggering."
He moved closer to Sersi, his claws tracing a line down her arm. "Hell, the only remotely 'good' thing I did was flying into the ocean with that nuke right before it detonated. But even then..."
Mercer turned abruptly and wrapped an arm around Ikaris, pulling him close in a mockingly intimate gesture. "I STILL WOULDN'T DIE! GUESS YOU NEVER CAN TELL WITH A VIRUS OF MASS DESTRUCTION, CAN YOU?!"
He burst into maniacal laughter, the sound echoing through the chamber and sending chills down the spines of everyone present. The Eternals looked on in horror, fully realizing the depths of Mercer's madness and the terrifying power he wielded.
His laughter subsided into a sinister chuckle as he released Ikaris and stepped back, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "You're all just pawns in my game now. Try to defy me, and you'll meet the same fate as those I've destroyed before. Remember that."
The Eternals stood paralyzed with fear, the weight of Mercer's words sinking in. They had faced many threats before, but none like this. Alex Mercer was a force of chaos and destruction, and they were trapped under his twisted rule.
As Alex Mercer continued his menacing speech, something unexpected happened. One of the Black Order, Corvus Glaive, was missing. None of the Eternals had noticed his absence, but it quickly became apparent. Mercer, in the middle of his rambling, paused as he sensed the missing presence.
He shook his head in amusement, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Looks like we've got a little runaway," he mused. The gears in his head began to turn, plotting his next move. He wasn't stupid; he knew that this multiverse wasn't big enough for both him and the legendary Derreck.
Turning his attention to Ikaris, Mercer spoke with a mix of amusement and cold calculation. "Send an invitation, Ikaris. To Derreck and those who call their... Krakoa, home. A test of might if you will. I'm eager to see who's the top dog in this case. So much to do in one lifetime, you know, things like that."
The room was silent as Mercer's words hung in the air, the Eternals exchanging nervous glances. Ikaris, though visibly shaken, nodded and prepared to carry out the order.
Mercer then turned deathly serious, his eyes narrowing as he addressed everyone. "But before anything else... cross me again, and you're all on the menu. As they say..." His voice took on a cheerful tone that was filled with anything but joy. "Bon-appétit."
The Eternals remained paralyzed with fear and uncertainty as Mercer's laughter echoed through the chamber. They understood all too well the gravity of their situation. This multiverse had become a battleground, and they were all on the menu now.Top of Form
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Derreck, Laura, and their three children had just returned from their journey in Fearun, settling back into the tranquil atmosphere of Krakoa. The children, Orion and Aurora, excitedly recounted their adventures to anyone who would listen, while Damion with his little cosmic form was testing out his powers by crawling around in midair like climbing up small steps when there was nothing there.Bottom of Form
Derreck and Laura were enjoying a moment of peace when Lego Batman approached them with an urgent look.
"We've received a message," Lego Batman began, his plastic face somehow managing to convey the gravity of the situation. "Or rather, a challenge. From Alex Mercer."
The atmosphere shifted instantly. Laura tensed, her mind flashing back to their previous encounters with Mercer. Derreck, maintaining his composure, narrowed his eyes slightly. Logan, who was nearby, felt a chill run down his spine as he remembered Mercer brutally tearing Zuras in half before consuming him. The memory was still vivid and unsettling.
"What's the message?" Derreck asked, his voice steady but with a hint of edge.
Lego Batman glanced around at the gathering crowd, which included Dante, Lady, Legolas, Aragorn, Gimli, Voldemort, and many others. "Ikaris relayed the message. Things are getting bad on the Eternals' homeworld. Before Ikaris showed up, Corvus Glaive from the Black Order went to Thanos on Titan and begged for help. The things he's described that this mad virus is doing have enraged Thanos. Even though he's no friend of the Eternals, he feels disgusted at what Mercer is doing."
Dante, leaning against a pillar, raised an eyebrow. "Disgusted? Thanos?"
Lego Batman nodded grimly. "Yes. Mercer has been collecting the dead from the Eternals and consuming their biomass, desecrating their graves. But it's who he wants to confront that's most disturbing. He wants to confront Derreck."
"Mercer is dangerous." Logan finally said after a moment of thought, "He doesn't care about the bloodshed, whether it's innocent or not. We need to be prepared for anything."
Legolas, with his keen elven eyes, glanced at the surrounding group. "What's the plan, then?"
Lego Batman continued, "Based on the way Mercer operates, he may try to consume you, Derreck. But due to your invulnerability, and ability to adapt to anything, you might be immune to that. You're our best hope."
Derreck nodded, contemplating the situation. "I need to check something. It should only take a moment."
Everyone watched as Derreck's eyes glowed black, a familiar sign that he was viewing timelines and realities. He stood motionless, his expression shifting from concentration to a grimace. Logan noticed immediately.
"What's wrong?" Logan asked, concern etched in his voice.
Derreck's eyes returned to normal, and he exhaled slowly. "Wow... He's worse than we thought. He's killed over 1,750,000 civilians alone, not including infected on his world, military personnel, and even... damn, he's the one who released that virus on his world. He's a bio-terrorist, or rather, was before the virus ate his body and gave him god like powers, or rather… made the virus think it's Alex Mercer."
A stunned silence fell over the group as they absorbed the gravity of Derreck's words. Laura tightened her grip on Derreck's arm, her face pale with shock.
"He's responsible for all of that?" Dante asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
Derreck nodded. "Yeah. He unleashed the virus, causing unimaginable destruction and death. His actions led to the downfall of his world."
Deadpool, ever the one to break tension with humor, looked uncharacteristically serious. "Well, that's... a lot. Even for me."
Lady Deadpool added, "We need to be extra careful. This guy is beyond ruthless."
Legolas, with his keen perception, spoke up. "If he's that dangerous, we must prepare for the worst just in case."