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Soul-s-Sword
With a desperate swing, Magik brought down the armament that she had forged through nightmares and endless pain, the cracked and damaged plane of the Soulsword whistling its demonic screeches along the path of the blade.
It contacted the being but Illyana felt a sharp, deafening pain shooting through her whole being, body and soul, as the energy blade shattered into millions of shards exploding with its potent Limbo energy that sounded a thunderous boom through the battlefield.
She sees the world in slow motion as she was being blasted away from the monster;
Her brother, tall and solid in his Steelform, rushed in with a primal roar.
Storm cried thunderously as a bolt of lightning flashed down from the heavens onto the indestructible evil.
A beam of crimson bathed the scene in its reddish glow.
Iceman summoned a snowstorm.
And then her scenery changed for a blink of an eye to a landscape almost identical to the waste of Limbo she'd grown accustomed to in her childhood, her nose filled with intense sulfuric fumes. it changed again, and the sight before her gripped its icy claws around her heart.
Kitty, battered and bleeding, crying because of her.
She hates it.
Hating the fact that out of all people, she's the one who made her cry.
In her attempt to word a simple chide, she felt her lips dried and cracked.
Her hand that was reaching towards the lovely brunette shrunken and wasting away at a raid rate.
In her numb sensation, she felt a searing hot tear dropped onto her cheek, and felt her dying body gathered into the petite woman, held tight like she is the most precious thing.
Regrets filling her dying heart, of the word she'd never dared to say.
Her, the Queen of Limbo, Soveriegn of Otherplace, Sorceress Supreme of the Pandemonium, was too afraid to say a simple confession to a girl who can phase through solid matter like a ghost.
I love you...
She felt Kitty's forehead pressed against hers as the brunette's arms tightening even further, almost crushing the last breath out of her lungs.
Then, like two dying star colliding into one another, conglemorating their existences with each other, a surge of pure power rushed through her body and her right hand gripping a handle with instinctive response.
The Soulsword, forged anew, binding two souls intertwined, coiling them into a searing-hot beam of energy shotting out of Illyana's fist, splitting the dark clouds and allowing the Sun to shine it's light onto them as if giving a new life to the world of darkness.
Magik, resurrected, wielding the sword made of entangled souls, announced her return and triumphant with a powerful roar before a stepping-disc would materialized her and the Souls-Sword to the monster's behind.
And Illyana Rasputin swung down with a newfound might, ending the nightmare.
A Day Off
“How’s the dinner?” Logan asked her as they walked alongside one another on the edge of the lake, cones of ice cream in their hands. Storm got her white tank top on, showing her toned stomach, and low-waistline denim jeans, braving the summer sun casually while letting her silver hair flow freely with the caressing wind. She’s a sight to behold, everybody agrees on this, and many looked up to her as a goddess justifiably.
‘You know she fancies you, right?’
‘Yeah, sure, Furball.’ He mused with a chuckle.
“It’s my mother’s idea, actually,” Ororo relayed “She's an old friend with Queen Regent Ramonda, and both agree there’s no one else the Golden Tribe should be welcome as his consort.”
“So, it’s political?”
“Well, for the most part,” Ororo replied as they kept to the shades, enjoying the sounds of children and humans around them “T’Challa was not a bad man or anything, I've known him since we were children, but we are like siblings more than anything, and his eyes are set on someone else already,”
‘So does mine,’ Ororo muttered internally as she glanced sideways towards the long-living mutant, so manly and intimidating in visage that very few get to know the soft sides of his. He was a caring person despite his hard image of a brute; most of the girls in the Institute looked at him like their uncle and she saw many instances in which Logan also acted like their overprotective father without knowing.
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⋈ QUEEN OF LIMBO ⋈ ⋈ SOVEREIGN OF OTHERPLACE ⋈ ⋈ DARKCHILD ⋈ ⋈ MAGIK ⋈
ET SU LIMBO OMNIPOTENCE
Gambit
What if...
He was born to a nameless mom
The mom in question gouged out one of his eyes and sold it to someone for money, then left him
The Thieves Guild took him in, but then he got sold to a human trafficking ring
He hunted down his mother and killed her
He's been broken ever since
What if...
“They can change, they just need someone who knows that they can do it.” Peter retaliated, straightened his back, and hovered above his little sister “I will keep doing it forever if I have to, but I will not force them by fear.”
Spider-Man on the question of criminals
