Blood flooded the dark and dingy hallway as countless bodies littered the small narrow passage. The once beautiful passage decorated with gold that led to the throne room was stained by blood and guts.
A man was dead in front of the grand door his guts torn open. His intestines used to strangle his own neck. A work of a monster indeed.
A monster raised by the throne.
A monster bred for their cause.
A monster trained to be a jagged dagger.
A monster that could pay waste to the world at an order.
Vanargand.
The monster that rebelled.
"Why... Why did you do this?"
"You lied to me."
"I loved you... I loved you like my own son!"
"No. You loved me because you needed me."
"That's not true-"
"I know the truth! You killed my mother!"
"..."
"I know it... I know it all!"
"Nathan-"
"Don't say my name... You don't deserve it. You are nothing to me. You lied to me. You lied to all of us! Aaron, Vera, Nero, Shasha! They are dead! All of them! Because of you! You lied to us! How could you?!"
"Y-You don't understand-"
"No... I understand... I understand. Humans are unruly. Unmonitored they are unpredictable, dangerous. You can't control them with democracy. That's why you rule them with fear. With intimidation, paranoia and death. I know that... You taught me. But you lied to me... This wasn't to protect the ones who can't protect themselves! We do this to protect our own skin!"
"Nathan... Please-"
"I understand you... I do. If I was in your place, I would do it too. But, I would never disguise it in a blanket of self-righteousness!"
"..."
"You old bastards have gone senile. Your friends have killed, pillaged and raped innocents. That is on your head as well. You knew it... But you didn't do anything! Why? Were you so powerless? The oh so great, Black Crowned King? Where is your honour?! Where is your code you liked to preach about?!"
"..."
"It's not but a sham! Made up words you throw around to make yourself feel better! To hide from your guilt! If I was in your place I would have slit my own throat with the bluntest blade I would find! You are the lowest of the low..."
"..."
"All my life. I thought I had a purpose. That every life I took was meant to be a brick that would build the bridge to a better world. My naive dream couldn't come true, I knew... I knew... But I still did it. I did it because I believed you. The only person I thought who wouldn't lie to me!"
"..."
"My life has no purpose... The throne used me. How many innocent people I have killed? Tell me, how many times have you lied to me into killing innocent people that had nothing to do with the absolute corrupts that are still out there, breathing fresh air without facing any consequences? I saw the files... Thousands... I used to pride myself on my kill count."
"..."
"The blood I've spilt is enough to redden the Nile."
"..."
"I was so proud of myself and now. It's hilarious. Goody-two shoes would get me nowhere as long as people like you exist. The blood on my hands... You are responsible for it. If I am the jagged dagger then you are the one who wielded me. You have tainted my honour and for that... You need to die. Just like others."
"You don't understand! The world needs the Throne-"
"Don't bark old man. I know, I know... The world needs the Throne. They just don't need the geezer sitting their asses on it. Your daughter is nothing like you."
"S-Sarah?"
"She knows. I told her."
"What?! Nathan... You bastard!"
"Hahaha! It feels so fucking good! It's funny! It's funny! It's hilarious?! If that wasn't enough then know this, she hates your guts. She'd be here any second to arrest and execute you but nah... The trial would take too long and I know just how slippery you are. I'm your best student after all."
"What-"
"Shut up. We don't have a lot of time. I need to gut and kill you before she comes."
"Y-You? You are going against orders?! You'll die!"
"I don't care. Red Orders are absolute but I don't care."
"..."
"I'm way past fearing death and now I have nothing to live for."
"..."
"You took that luxury away from me."
"..."
"As long as you breathe. I have a purpose. To kill you. Once you are gone. Nothing. I've fulfilled it. I can't start over. The throne wouldn't let me. My past wouldn't let me. This world wouldn't let me."
"..."
"Maybe in the next one. I'll have a life where I don't have to lie to myself. Do whatever I want and however, I want. A life where I'll have someone else to live for. Wishful thinking aye? But they say, prayers come true during the darkest hours. So... Amen to me~"
"Anyways~ Two bullets. One for you and one for me."
"No no no!"
"Yes, yes and yes! Sayonara bitch! I hope we never meet in my next life!"
*Bang!**Bang!*
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"Looks like you got your wish." A thunderous voice boomed as Peter's mindscape shook.
"Where... Where am... Who are you? What are you doing in my head?" Peter asked as the galaxy in his mind bled to black, all signs of life and brightness fading as it was consumed by the void.
"You... You are one of my children now. You consumed that blood. You became one of my spawns. How interesting. You are unlike anything I've seen. Your mind... It's stable."
"Yeah? Well, yeah... I'm not insane." Peter replied
"Unacceptable." Two large, fiery green eyes opened and cracks formed in the void.
"Ahhhhh!" Peter screamed in pain as he clutched his head. His head was throbbing. He felt as if someone was to drilling several holes in his head and sticking forks inside his brain. "Get out! Get out! Get out of my head!"
"Don't resist it, child. I can't have you rebelling against me. You... You are a perfect vessel for me. Now, stop resisting and let your mind be shattered into pieces!" The eyes glowed with power as Peter kept screaming in agony. "Let me in, show me. Show me, everything. Just what are you? And how are you amongst the land of living once again-"
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"Nathan~ Do you wanna go dance with me?-"
"Happy birthday dear Peter-"
"What's the matter, Nate? Say something?! Does black suit me-"
"Wassup puny Parker?-"
"My poor baby... N-Nathan. Mamma will always love you-"
"With great power comes great responsibility-"
"Hello, Nathan. I'm Viv. An angel, the head of the Office Department specialising in dealing with special cases like you."
"Would you like to be ReViVeD aGaIn?"
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"What..." The blazing green eyes widened in disbelief as its power was cut off all of a sudden. The cracks in Peter's mindscape suddenly disappeared as Peter looked up at the eyes with a hateful glare.
Red slitted eyes glowed with malice as a black halo materialised above Peter's head.
"I said... Get the fuck out of my head!"
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"Ahhh!"
"Peter?!"
Peter's eyes snapped open as he panted like a madman. Scrambling to get up to his feet in a state of panicked hysteria, he was forced to stop as he felt his body being turned and pinned to the cold floor.
"Peter?!" Jennifer exclaimed.
"J-Jen? Yuri?" Peter managed to gasp out as his body went limp in relief.
"Oh my god! You are okay! Are you okay?! Thank God-" Yuri hugged Peter tightly as he tried to sit up, almost tearing up as she rambled on and on. Jennifer sighed in relief as she leaned back and sat on her but.
"I... I'm okay. I'm okay now, Yuri. Don't worry." Peter said as he hugged Yuri back. Leaning back he pulled her into a kiss and hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for worrying you all."
"As long as you understand champ." Jennifer said with a small smile as she looked at the couple. "What the hell happened? We all got an alert from Eryl, she said you passed out after you finished training. I rushed here as fast as I could, and Yuri followed. The rest were away from the HQ but I believe they are on their way now. I came and saw you lying on the floor in an awful state. Your body was broken! Your hands and your legs were dangling as if they had no bones in them. When I had Eryl scan you, almost every bone in your body was broken and ninety-eight percent of your muscle cavity was in a sorry state. Your healing factor patched you up quickly but you weren't waking up and then you began to mumble and scream."
"I... I had a nightmare, Jen." Peter said in a soft voice. "A real bad one."
"I thought... I lost you. We lost you. I'm... Glad we didn't." Jennifer said looking away.
"I'm sorry, Jen." Peter said as he hugged her. "Thank you. Thank you for worrying about me."
"Always, Peter." Jennifer replied hugging him back, burying her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.
"Thanks for worrying once again." Peter said pulling back and getting up. "I should go now. I have to take a bath. I'm sticky with all the sweat haha. I should also get some rest as well."
"Take care, baby. I'll see you in a while in your bedroom." Yuri said as she kissed Peter's cheek. Jennifer just nodded as Peter turned to leave.
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"The fuck was that." Peter mumble to himself as he climbed out of the black spandex suit. Looking into the mirror he growled remembering the intrusive entity. "Who the fuck was that... What was that dream about? I faked my death and lived the rest of my life as a teacher in a small town. I did... Did... Did I?"
"Peter you are not well, your stress level has elevated a lot you need to-"
"No shit, I'm stressed." Peter grumbled. Stressed was an understatement. Right now he was paranoid and conflicted. He didn't die when he pulled the trigger. He faked his death, he escaped from the morgue and lived a quiet life before he died in mysterious circumstances.
"Did... Is that what really happened?" Peter questioned himself. "What if... No, no. It can't be. Also, who was that lady... Viv."
Peter felt as if his mind was in haze. He was unable to remember anything. The distorted voice in his brain kept ringing again and again but he couldn't recall a single thing.
"Argh fuck!" Peter cursed. "That's not important right now. Someone was in my head right now. I can't let that happen again."
"Peter please-"
"Eryl, cancel all my schedules for the week except for the University. We need to increase the level of training."
"But Peter-"
"I need to get stronger." Peter muttered. "And I need to do that as fast as I can... Whatever it was, I need to get to the root of it but before I do that... I need to be strong enough to wreck it. I can't put my loved ones at risk. As long as I am weak, they are at risk."
"..."
"I can't rest. I need power... I'll learn whatever I can. I'll become everything I need to be to protect them."
"I understand, Peter. I'll help you in every way I can."
"I know. Thank you for worrying, Eryl." Peter smiled. Retrieving a white T-Shirt and some black jeans Peter turned on the shower.
(A/N: Does anybody else take their clothes to the shower or is it just me?)
"Speed up Project Arsenal. Help Susan in any way you can, we need Juno running it as soon as possible."
"Got it."
"Sweep the entire market. Books, tomes, artifacts. Magical, mystical, alien, you get a hint, sniff it out and buy it. Legally, illegally don't care. If they don't comply send the Spartans and retrieve them, subtlety of course."
"Roger. Also, Dale Rice was one of the scientists we exterminated when we took down Ross, his son Zander Rice has taken a stance in public and is using the outrage to push his agenda. Apparently, he is pushing some bills that would put restrictions on Superpowered individuals and wants to form a contract with the government strangely regarding agriculture. He says he wants the permission to produce crops at a large scale and promises a two hundred and fifty percent growth rate in agriculture so that and I quote, 'We can take a step toward ending world hunger.' I can't believe people are falling for this horseshit." Eryl said as Peter laughed.
"Language, Eryl." Peter laughed. "People are fucking stupid. Sheep, the lot of them. He doesn't want to end world hunger, he wants to get rid of mutants and superhumans."
"What do you suggest we do? He is having a press conference in NY City Square today evening with the city mayor."
"Release the dirt we have on Rice, both the father and the son when the press conference starts. When the crowd catch the hint of their atrocities and goes wild, I will swoop in and save the day." Peter grinned as he put on some aviator shades to cover up his glowing red eyes.
"The sheep is fat and good. Perfect for a fucking feast."
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- Riddle me this Batman, who is the guy with big fiery eyes?
- Peter 'Saint' Parker? Da faq...?
- Slaughter In The Name Of The Spider-Monarch!
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So, I take you didn't expect another update this time as well?
Hehe, I'm fabulous I know~ Just don't get used to this. I have a lot of time right now since I'm in hospital lol. Once I get discharged, I'll have to work again so I won't have much time. That's why I'm using this time to write for you all.
I love you all. Thanks for the support. We crossed 2 Million views and I can't be happier. Thanks once again. You guys keep this story alive.
Anyways, did you like this chapter? This was a filler chapter like the last one but I'm trying to make them as interesting as I can. I hope it's working.
If it isn't working, let me know and give me suggestions/advice as to what I can do to make it interesting.
In the next chapter, we will be back to Slaughtering bitches again. Peter rested enough, aye? Lol
Anyways, I'll see you in the next one.