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“My fellow Americans.

Mutants pose the single greatest threat this world has ever faced.

To ensure the safety of the American people, we proposed the Mutant Registration Act. It was fought.

We sought to help these…

The entire office was in a hubbub. Some people were annoyed at...

The man in the military uniform stood before the hoards of angry citizens, his cool demeanor remaining surprisingly uncompromising despite the growing resentment from the masses. Men and women of all ages and colors spat angry and hateful words toward him and his soldiers, and many threw rude gestures as well. He calmly held up his hands and repeated his orders again.

"All that we are asking is that anyone of mutant descent please assemble to your rendezvous areas for transport to temporary relocation camps."

"You mean concentration camps!" an angry woman with short black hair and what looked to be a black eye shouted from the crowd.

"No, no, they are not concentration camps," he replied calmly, "we are just temporarily gathering everyone who has the mutant X gene together for threat analysis."

"You mean forced mutant registration!" A man in the crowd shouted.

"This has become a matter of national security. Every mutant in North America is going to be placed in a database. This data will not be used against you in any way unless you pose a credible threat-"

"Why are you doing this?!"

"Our sole priority right now is to weed out all constituents and sympathizes with the mutant terrorist Magneto. Everyone else will be-"

"This is exactly what the government did to the Japanese in World War II!"

"We are American citizens! You can't do this! The Constitution protects us!"

The man put down his arms and sighed. These people were obviously not going to cooperate without the use of force. Luckily he had the Sentinels for that.

Meanwhile, in a high rise in New York, Emily began to tremble as her group slowly made their way into the CEO's office for X-gene scanning.

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The grim face of Magneto stared into the camera, his jaw set firmly with purpose and rage. He laced his fingers together on the table and leaned forward as he continued his speech, his nails digging into his skin as he spoke with renewed purpose. "In response to this act of genocide," he said, "we will fight. Your cities will not be safe. Your streets will not be safe. You will not be safe. Humans will not be safe as long as innocent mutant blood continues to be spilled. We will topple the government that has set this atrocity in motion, and we will bring the human rule to an end once and for all. And to my mutant brothers and sisters currently in hiding I say this: I can offer you protection. Genosha can offer you asylum. You are not alone, and you do not have to be subject to this slaughter. And to those known as the Avengers I say this: now is the time to act. So either help us or stay out of our way."

“My fellow Americans.

Mutants pose the single greatest threat this world has ever faced.

To ensure the safety of the American people, we proposed the Mutant Registration Act. It was fought.

We sought to help these…

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The entire office was in a hubbub. Some people were annoyed at the inconvenience and interruption to the work day. Others were enraged at this invasion of privacy. Others were terrified.

And she was among the ranks of the terrified.

The Sentinels were here. Administration had brought them in to do a scan of all employees, just in case someone lied about themselves on their employee bios.

Which is exactly what a Emily Sanborn had done.

She had tried so hard to insert herself into the regular world, to blend in and be like everyone else. She had no desire for the life of a soldier anymore. She had thought that by hiding and lying she could escape the life she had been born into. It was a life she thought she could escape... And here it was on her doorstep, waiting to violently drag her back in.

"Form a line and step forward when your name is called."

Trembling and biting her lip to hide her fear, Emily stood in the queue as casually as possible. She looked at the towering machines in front of her, and her heart dropped into her stomach. To say they were terrifying would be an understatement. They were death manifested as machines, with black scaled bodies, glowing yellow eyes, and massive bladed arms. And there they were, waiting to rip her life away from her...possibly quite literally.

“My fellow Americans.

Mutants pose the single greatest threat this world has ever faced.

To ensure the safety of the American people, we proposed the Mutant Registration Act. It was fought.

We sought to help these...

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“Something’s terribly wrong.”

 At his sudden declaration, the super soldier looked at Thor with a concerned and disbelieving expression. “What is it? Why aren’t they responding?”

 “I do not know,” Thor replied grimly. “Heimdall is not answering. Something is terribly wrong. I must find out what this is.”

 “Then we’re gonna have to do this without your father,” Rogers answered. “Stopping this genocide takes priority.”

 “Yes but we are small in number, and this phenomenon is spreading as we speak. You said yourself an entire nation is at risk. We need Asgard’s help; I must find a way there and fast.”

 “How did you come here last time? When you came to help us with the Tesseract, how did you come here?”

 Thor furrowed his brow. “The Bifrost had been lost. My father had to conjure dark energy to open a portal and send me here. It was a tremendous task, something of which I am not capable.”

 Their conversation was interrupted when the ground began to tremble, as if from an earthquake. The two men readied their weapons, looking around for its source. When they found it, their eyes widened with disbelief. A short distance away, about fifty or so dark silhouettes marched on two legs through the streets, their massive bladed arms dangling casually at their sides. Their size was massive, each of them standing about ten feet tall at least. Their mechanical bodies twitched and glistened in the streetlight, covered in what looked like mechanical scales. They peered around the street with lifeless mechanical eyes.

 “Sentinels,” Rogers breathed. “We’re out of time. We need to act, now.”

 “Do what you can on Earth,” Thor replied, “I will find a way to reach Asgard.”

 “I’ll contact Stark. Maybe his machines are a match for these things.”

 “Then go,” Thor replied, “we will meet again soon.”

 Without another word, Rogers took off in a run, leaving Thor alone in the street to watch the parade of Sentinels march past.

 “God of thunder, you look terribly troubled,” a velvety female voice cooed from behind him.

 Thor wheeled around, lifting his hammer at he did so. A woman suddenly materialized out of the shadows, her features becoming increasingly more visible as she strode into the light. She was hauntingly beautiful, and tall for a woman, scantily clad in black and built like a goddess. Her long, black hair draped in silken sheets down her back and across her face. She wore a wicked but luscious smile upon her purple lips, and her blue eyes glinted with a combination of lust and hunger.

 “Who are you? What have you heard?”

 “Relax, Almighty Thor,” she said, “for your plight is the same as mine..

 “Just who are you? Speak!”

 Her smile turned sweeter as she continued to approach him, her hips wagging hypnotically in a sort of erotic dance. “I am known by many names,” she replied soothingly. “You may call me Selene. I am a god, much like yourself.” She chuckled slightly as she finally came to stand next to Thor, and she ran a black-nailed finger down his bare arm seductively. “I know what the humans are doing,” she replied, moving her finger along his jawline. “The mutants’ plight directly affects me, you see, for I am their god. I must protect them. And I know a way to help you.”

 Thor repressed a shudder. “I need to get to Asgard.”

 “And I can help you get there. You see, dark energy is my specialty. I can open a portal for you, if you promise a…favor…in return.”

This One's Different

“My fellow Americans.

Mutants pose the single greatest threat this world has ever faced.

To ensure the safety of the American people, we proposed the Mutant Registration Act. It was fought.

We sought to help these poor people, to give them a Cure. That too was fought.

In light of recent events, we have been spurred into action once more. A war is coming, between humans and these mutant creatures. They had the upper hand over us, until now.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the anti-mutant weapons of the future:

Sentinels.”

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Thor stood beside the uniformed Steve Rogers, a grim and infuriated look on his face. Before them sat a tired-looking Nick Fury, who held his head in his hand.

“These Sentinels are inhumane!” Thor exclaimed. “Care to explain why the people of Midgard are suddenly turning on one another like this? Committing genocide?”

“Genocide?” Fury spat, sitting fully up. “Now hold on, you’ve got this all backwards. This is Magneto’s doing: a mutant terrorist who seeks to commit genocide against us. We are only acting out of self-defense, to save the lives of billions of innocent human lives!”

“By slaughtering every mutant life on Earth?” Thor exclaimed, waving his hammer in disgust.

“We are not slaughtering every mutant life on Earth-“

“Then why propose to attack Genosha?” Rogers interjected, his jaw stiffening.

“That was not my proposal-“

“Genosha is a sovereign nation,” Rogers replied. “And the only crime it has committed is being the world’s only mutant nation. 16 million innocent mutants live there; men, women, children.”

“You must stop the use of these Sentinels,” Thor demanded, taking a step forward and gesturing toward Fury with his hammer. “This madness ends now.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Asgard cannot ignore this act of genocide.”

“Last time I checked, we didn’t answer to you, or your ‘King’,” Fury replied dangerously, sitting up straighter in his chair and eyeing Thor down. “Now get out of my office, both of you.”

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“What are you going to do now?”

Thor looked at his companion and sighed. “Asgard cannot stand for this,” he replied, “it is inhumane and must be stopped.”

“How are you going to stop it?” Rogers asked grimly.

“I must go back to Asgard,” Thor replied. “I must speak with my Father and make a plan of action. As protector of the Nine Realms the King must take action.”

“Good luck.”

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Thor stood in the darkness, the rain dripping off the ends of his golden locks as he turned his face up toward the pouring heavens. “Heimdall!” He cried. “Open the Bifrost! I must speak with Father urgently! Heimdall!” 

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This One's Different

“My fellow Americans.

  Mutants pose the single greatest threat this world has ever faced.

  To ensure the safety of the American people, we proposed the Mutant Registration Act. It was fought.

  We sought to help these poor people, to give them a Cure. That too was fought.

  In light of recent events, we have been spurred into action once more. A war is coming, between humans and these mutant creatures. They had the upper hand over us, until now.

  Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the anti-mutant weapons of the future:

  Sentinels.”

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Thor stood beside the uniformed Steve Rogers, a grim and infuriated look on his face. Before them sat a tired-looking Nick Fury, who held his head in his hand.

  “These Sentinels are inhumane!” Thor exclaimed. “Care to explain why the people of Midgard are suddenly turning on one another like this? Committing genocide?”

  “Genocide?” Fury spat, sitting fully up. “Now hold on, you’ve got this all backwards. This is Magneto’s doing: a mutant terrorist who seeks to commit genocide against us. We are only acting out of self-defense, to save the lives of billions of innocent human lives!”

  “By slaughtering every mutant life on Earth?” Thor exclaimed, waving his hammer in disgust.

  “We are not slaughtering every mutant life on Earth-“

  “Then why propose to attack Genosha?” Rogers interjected, his jaw stiffening.

  “That was not my proposal-“

  “Genosha is a sovereign nation,” Rogers replied. “And the only crime it has committed is being the world’s only mutant nation. 16 million innocent mutants live there; men, women, children.”

  “You must stop the use of these Sentinels,” Thor demanded, taking a step forward and gesturing toward Fury with his hammer. “This madness ends now.”

  “Are you threatening me?”

  “Asgard cannot ignore this act of genocide.”

  “Last time I checked, we didn’t answer to you, or your ‘King’,” Fury replied dangerously, sitting up straighter in his chair and eyeing Thor down. “Now get out of my office, both of you.”

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“What are you going to do now?”

  Thor looked at his companion and sighed. “Asgard cannot stand for this,” he replied, “it is inhumane and must be stopped.”

  “How are you going to stop it?” Rogers asked grimly.

  “I must go back to Asgard,” Thor replied. “I must speak with my Father and make a plan of action. As protector of the Nine Realms the King must take action.”

  “Good luck.”

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Thor stood in the darkness, the rain dripping off the ends of his golden locks as he turned his face up toward the pouring heavens. “Heimdall!” He cried. “Open the Bifrost! I must speak with Father urgently! Heimdall!” 

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#iamlokikneelbeforeme #this starter sucks #I'm sorry #I'm bringing in my Em slowly

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The mutants watched with eager intent, and the golden light from the orbs danced playfully in Magneto’s lusting eyes.

"Ah," he replied, "and I trust those beings are to be us mutants? To take our rightful place as the dominant species on Earth?"

"We would have out-evolved them...

"Who I truly am?" Inferno mused, not taking her eyes off him as she returned to her seat. Once she sat, she glanced at Magneto, whose expression suddenly turned very dark.

"What interest do you have in my telepath?" He asked the god.

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Inferno finally allowed Mystique to help her to her feet, and she never took her glaring eyes off the King as she stood.

"Where did you get this other name for me?" She hissed. "Who are you? What are you really?" Her eyes darted over to the floor, where the gleaming tip of a sword peeked out of the white shroud. She looked back at him. "You lured me here," she hissed again. "You made sure Magneto brought me on purpose. You want something from me, something I don't understand..." Her eyes narrowed "...yet."

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The mutants watched with eager intent, and the golden light from the orbs danced playfully in Magneto’s lusting eyes.

"Ah," he replied, "and I trust those beings are to be us mutants? To take our rightful place as the dominant species on Earth?"

"We would have out-evolved them eventually,"...

Inferno’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The lieutenant approached her, carrying a large, elongated item wrapped in a white cloth. She glared at him as she watched him carefully, her fingers twitching as they itched to grab the blades harnessed underneath her dress.

  Idunn?

  Just as Inferno was about to ask what he was talking about, she felt a sudden surge of energy burst toward her. It almost seemed to be coming from the object underneath the cloth. Mystique leapt to her feet in surprise as Inferno fell out of her chair with a cry, holding her head in pain.

  Her head was flooded with them…voices…and it was sudden and painful. She was unable to ignore them, unable to drown them out. Mystique moved to grab her, but Inferno shoved her blue hands aside.

  They were everywhere…they were deafening. She squeezed her temples as she clenched her eyes shut in pain. All those voices…so much emotion…so much pain. It was all Inferno could do to keep from screaming and crying in dismay. By now Magneto was on his feet, watching his Acolyte with a careful and stoic expression.

  Idunn.

  Vaetta.

  Inferno suddenly opened her eyes, and they instantly travelled to the King, still seated with a smug and arrogant expression on his face. Her eyes widened a moment before they narrowed at him. She could not only see his smugness, she could feel it. His mind was an open book to her now. He was doing this on purpose. He was trying some sort of experiement, to see how she would react to the presence of…a weapon?

  The bastard.

  Several cries went up as the torches lining the hall flared dangerously for a moment. She never took her eyes off the King, but heard the lieutenant cry out in alarm as he was sent hurtling backwards against the wall. His armor clamored and clanged as he crashed against it and landed on the floor. Inferno did not realize it, but her exposed skin was emitting small amounts of steam.

  “Enough!” Magneto bellowed.

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The mutants looked at one another. Magneto raised his eyebrows, and the blue shapeshifter gave a shrug of her shoulders. “The Sentinels could unite us,” she said, “this coul give us the upper hand against them and end the slaughter.”

  “Very true my dear,” Magneto replied. His eyes fell on Inferno, and he raised an eyebrow, asking a silent question. Despite his helmet, Inferno knew exactly what he was asking, and placed two fingers to her temple and closed her eyes. After a few moments she opened them, giving Magneto a solemn look and shaking her head.

  The Master of Magnetism turned back to the god. “Armies from across the cosmos, you say?” He asked, truly intrigued. “Armies with far superior technology, I take it. Are you familiar with the Sentinel program on earth? These machines are massacring our kind, and they are proving to be an enemy we cannot yet defeat. To finally gain the upper hand and save our race from anihillation… that may be worth our loyalties to you.”

  Inferno’s eyes scanned the room through the entire exchange, her brow furrowed in intense concentration. Her gaze landed on Loki’s favorite soldier, and her stare intensified as she tried everything she could to look into his mind. She got from it a name… Asger… a great sense of skepticism… a great deal of mistrust…

  I want these creatures gone from here, now.

  Inferno nearly gasped out loud when she heard his voice inside her mind. It was brief, but she smiled inwardly at the progress she had made. Her eyes travelled to the King, who was too enthralled in his conversation with Magneto to notice her. She barely blinked as she attempted in vain to read him. His mind was strong, and hers was not yet strong enough. This would take more time. She looked over at Mystique, and whispered into her mind.

  I need more time, Mystique. There’s something else at work here, as we suspected, but I need more time to adapt to their brainwaves to find out what it is. 

Inferno’s eyes narrowed as she watched the Asgardian’s every move. He was sneaky, making sure his words were not heard, and she was still unable to read his mind. But she could feel his emotions, and she could tell he had some ulterior motive. And a banquet in their honor…this reeked of…

The mutants watched with eager intent, and the golden light from the orbs danced playfully in Magneto’s lusting eyes.

"Ah," he replied, "and I trust those beings are to be us mutants? To take our rightful place as the dominant species on Earth?"

"We would have out-evolved them eventually," Mystique commented.

"Yes but this would accelerate the process greatly," Magneto replied. "But there is only one problem: the mutants are divided. There are those who are aligned with me that wish to rule the Earth, but there are those who wish for peaceful coexistence with the humans. An antiquated and idealistic perspective to be sure, but a great many mutants hold onto their impossible ideologies strongly enough to fight and die for them. Those mutants are aligned with a man named Charles Xavier. If you knew of me then I trust you know him as well."

"They are the ones who you saw attack us," said Mystique.

"Uniting the mutants would take work," said Magneto, "and an unavoidable involvement of my old friend Charles. We have to win over the X-Men and reunite our species if this is going to be possible."

Magneto couldn’t help but notice that at the mention of Xavier and the X-Men, Inferno’s expression visibly went sour, and her gaze drifted away from them all. Understandable, of course, given her background, and Magneto thus let her be.

"I have no doubt you will manage the situations. Under my authority, of course. You will not be alone, however. You will have armies of other races from the universe at your disposal, once I have confirmed their loyalty."

I took a sip of my drink, and my eyes flicked toward Asger, who stood off to the side, waiting to see my signal.

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Inferno’s eyes narrowed as she watched the Asgardian’s every move. He was sneaky, making sure his words were not heard, and she was still unable to read his mind. But she could feel his emotions, and she could tell he had some ulterior motive. And a banquet in their honor…this reeked of…

The mutants watched with eager intent, and the golden light from the orbs danced playfully in Magneto's lusting eyes.

"Ah," he replied, "and I trust those beings are to be us mutants? To take our rightful place as the dominant species on Earth?"

"We would have out-evolved them eventually," Mystique commented.

"Yes but this would accelerate the process greatly," Magneto replied. "But there is only one problem: the mutants are divided. There are those who are aligned with me that wish to rule the Earth, but there are those who wish for peaceful coexistence with the humans. An antiquated and idealistic perspective to be sure, but a great many mutants hold onto their impossible ideologies strongly enough to fight and die for them. Those mutants are aligned with a man named Charles Xavier. If you knew of me then I trust you know him as well."

"They are the ones who you saw attack us," said Mystique.

"Uniting the mutants would take work," said Magneto, "and an unavoidable involvement of my old friend Charles. We have to win over the X-Men and reunite our species if this is going to be possible."

Magneto couldn't help but notice that at the mention of Xavier and the X-Men, Inferno's expression visibly went sour, and her gaze drifted away from them all. Understandable, of course, given her background, and Magneto thus let her be.

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1: aggressive kiss

2: all over kiss

3: back kiss

4: cheek kiss

5: eyelid kiss

6: fingers kiss

7: firm kiss

8: first kiss

9: forehead kiss

10: french kiss

11: gentle kiss

12: ghost kiss

13: hand kiss

14: jawline kiss

15: last kiss

16: neck kiss

17: rain kiss

18: stomach kiss

19: underwater kiss

20: upside down kiss

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Inferno’s eyes narrowed as she watched the Asgardian’s every move. He was sneaky, making sure his words were not heard, and she was still unable to read his mind. But she could feel his emotions, and she could tell he had some ulterior motive. And a banquet in their honor…this reeked of...

The mutant trio stood to greet the King, along with the rest of the people in the hall. Magneto was looking jubilant, Mystique her traditional stoic, and Inferno looked uncomfortable in the dress she had been forced to wear. The two women remained silent as Magneto greeted their host.

"Allow me," he said to Loki, waving his hand as a servant walked by with a decanter of wine. To the servant's surprise, the metal container floated off the tray and tipped itself over the King's empty glass.

"Show off," Mystique said quietly, shooting a smirk in Magneto's direction.

"Merely expressing my gratitude to our host, my dear," Magneto replied, returning the expression.

Inferno remained silent at the whole exchange as they sat down. She wasn't much in the mood for conversation, and instead let her eyes wander around the room. The chatter was nearly deafening, made worse for her by the occasional mind she would hear. A server walked by with a basket of bread, and when their eyes met, she could clearly hear his discomfort in his mind. She smirked at the progress she had made in adapting in this short time.

She chuckled under her breath as she placed two fingers to her temple, applying great concentration to the basket in the servant's arms. He gasped in alarm when one of the small rolls floated out of the basket and landed gingerly on Inferno's plate.

"Two can play at this game," she said slyly, quietly enough so only the smirking Mystique could hear.

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Magneto sighed as he peered up into the darkness of the ceiling above. “Inferno,” he called with a shake of his head, “must you always be so withdrawn, child?”

  “I see better from up here,” the mutant replied, making no indication of moving from her perch. “I need more time to do what you ask.”

  “It is not those eyes I’m concerned with,” said Magneto. “Now come down, child. That is an order, not a request.”

  After a moment of angry grumbling, Inferno did as he asked, leaping a dangerous distance and landing flawlessly on her feet. She stood and went to Magneto’s side when he beckoned.

  “I know I’ve given you a task,” Magneto said in a quieter voice, “but you also can’t overwork your powers.”

  “I’m fine,” Inferno replied curtly.

  “You’re not a very good liar, Inferno.”

  She scowled and crossed her arms, turning her face away from her overlord. “There’s something not right here,” she said eventually. “There’s more going on here than just talks of an alliance. I want no part of this. I want to go back to Earth.”

  “We will soon enough,” said Magneto, “but in the meantime you need to give your mind a rest. If you overwork yourself you could re-release those cells lying dormant in your brain, and you’re no good to any of us dead.” Inferno went silent at these words but refused to look at him. “I don’t want to see any more violent psychic reactions. Understood?”

  “Yes,” she replied in a whisper.

  “Good, now go back to your chambers. We’ve been called to dinner. There is more proper attire waiting for you there.”

  “I am not wearing a fucking dress,” Inferno snarled. “I’m not going to be that cute little mutant put on display like some ‘King’ ‘s prize.”

  Magneto glared at her dangerously, and one of the blades sheathed on her legs suddenly flew up into the air and pressed against her throat, hard enough to draw a small amount of blood. Inferno froze in fear, eyeing him and the blade and scarcely breathing.

  “I have been far too patient with you,” Magneto growled. “I would have thought by now you’d have learned your place. But if you jeaporadize this alliance, if you disappoint me further, then there will be no corner of this entire cosmos where you can hide from me. I will have you killed slowly and fed to the Angel of Death himself! Understood?”

  Inferno squeaked a response. Satisfied, Magneto turned and walked away without another word, and the blade fell to the floor. Inferno glared at him as he left, his mind shielded from her by his helmet. As soon as he was gone she re-sheathed her weapon, turned on her heel, and walked in the opposite direction.

  As she walked, she sensed the presence of someone watching. Someone familiar. Not a guard. His presence felt like that Leiutenant that Loki favored so much. Whatever. She really didn’t give a shit at this point.

My Lieutenant, Asger, was in a mood as we waited and watched the horizon for their arrival. He frowned and held his arms crossed across his chest.

"I do not trust them."

"That is your job. But we have much to offer. It will be irresistible to them. They will essentially get to rule…

Inferno’s eyes narrowed as she watched the Asgardian’s every move. He was sneaky, making sure his words were not heard, and she was still unable to read his mind. But she could feel his emotions, and she could tell he had some ulterior motive. And a banquet in their honor…this reeked of something suspicious.

As she was escorted to her chambers, she felt an unexplained sense of impending dread. She could not figure out why or what it’s source was, but she did not like the choice of accommodations that had been made for her. She also did not like being separated from the others.

All in all, she extremely disliked this whole situation.

As the chamber doors closed behind her the feeling only got worse. There were such strong emotions, such strong negative memories, emanating from this room, like something terrible had happened here. She felt sick, and got the sense that she was about to re-live it.

She looked toward the bed and in her mind’s eye saw a man that lay dying. She looked out the window and saw a city in flames. She looked at an old wooden chest on the floor and…

…it was too much.

She broke out in a cold sweat as a wave of negative psychic energy overpowered her, and she felt like she would vomit or pass out, or both. Clutching her stomach, she stumbled toward the doors, crashing through them almost violently. She stumbled to the other end of the hall and sank to her knees.

"What the fuck are they trying to do to me?" She gasped under her breath.

"Well?" I asked without moving from my chair in front of the fire. "What happened?" I sipped from my goblet.

"She had quite a reaction. Negative, I should say. She certainly sensed something in the room." Asger came and stood beside my chair.

"Good. The connection is there. Very good. What about her mother?"

"They are still searching. They have word of a reclusive witch living in forests on Midgard. Might be her."

"If it is her, make sure they do not frighten her, or anger her. This will go much easier if we do not have to force her to return to Asgard. And the last thing I need is a witch’s curse on me."

"My Lord, I must express my reluctance again."

I rolled my eyes and stood from my chair, moving toward the decanter on the table. “Gods, must you?”

He followed me with eager intent. “This could be the making of an explosive situation. I do not trust these people.”

"Nor do I fully trust them. But trust will be built soon enough. They want what I offer."

"She does not."

"She is conflicted. It is in her nature. That inherent moral sentiment is what got her father killed and her mother…well, we thought she was dead." I poured myself another glass.

"What do you really hope to gain?"

"The army Asgard should have always had. Go call everyone to dinner. Now."

He left shaking his head.

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My Lieutenant, Asger, was in a mood as we waited and watched the horizon for their arrival. He frowned and held his arms crossed across his chest.

"I do not trust them."

"That is your job. But we have much to offer. It will be irresistible to them. They will essentially get to rule…

Inferno's eyes narrowed as she watched the Asgardian's every move. He was sneaky, making sure his words were not heard, and she was still unable to read his mind. But she could feel his emotions, and she could tell he had some ulterior motive. And a banquet in their honor...this reeked of something suspicious.

As she was escorted to her chambers, she felt an unexplained sense of impending dread. She could not figure out why or what it's source was, but she did not like the choice of accommodations that had been made for her. She also did not like being separated from the others.

All in all, she extremely disliked this whole situation.

As the chamber doors closed behind her the feeling only got worse. There were such strong emotions, such strong negative memories, emanating from this room, like something terrible had happened here. She felt sick, and got the sense that she was about to re-live it.

She looked toward the bed and in her mind's eye saw a man that lay dying. She looked out the window and saw a city in flames. She looked at an old wooden chest on the floor and...

...it was too much.

She broke out in a cold sweat as a wave of negative psychic energy overpowered her, and she felt like she would vomit or pass out, or both. Clutching her stomach, she stumbled toward the doors, crashing through them almost violently. She stumbled to the other end of the hall and sank to her knees.

"What the fuck are they trying to do to me?" She gasped under her breath.

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My Lieutenant, Asger, was in a mood as we waited and watched the horizon for their arrival. He frowned and held his arms crossed across his chest.

"I do not trust them."

"That is your job. But we have much to offer. It will be irresistible to them. They will essentially get to rule...

While the Asgardian gazed lecherously on Mystique's nude form, Inferno couldn't help but notice his own physique. Despite being a murderer, and who knows what else, he was still very attractive. She shook her head to divert her gaze before he noticed.

Nothing could have prepared her for the sensation of traveling through that portal, and she felt nauseous once on the other side. Magneto gazed in wonder and delight at the gold metal done that surrounded them, and even Mystique's stoic expression cracked as she beheld the sights around them.

Asgard. It was supposedly the home of the gods, and it sure looked like it lived up to its reputation. Magneto and Loki conversed as the group was led through the chamber and toward a multi-colored bridge. Inferno was hardly listening to them, for her mind was distracted with other things... Like the voices that were whispering in her mind.

They were fragmented, and very quiet, but they were there nonetheless. They were the minds of everyone within her telepathic reach. Everything was muffled, and coherent words were few and far between. But she still felt emotion, and the Empathic part of her was capable of deciphering most of it. Definitely not the full extent of her powers, but it was at least a start.

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