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3rd POV
While Dev was busy on the upper floor dealing with Belasco, Sym, and N'astirh, Wolverine and Storm were locked in fierce battles with their variants. Colossus, on the other hand, was doing his best to subdue his sister without hurting her.
"I know you're being mind-controlled, bub, but that doesn't mean I have to go easy on you." Wolverine unsheathed his claws, ready to attack alt-Logan. Although shorter, alt-Logan was as nimble as a flying cockroach.
They rushed at each other, their claws clashing with a shing. Sparks flew as they traded blows. Nimble alt-Logan clambered over Wolverine's body, puncturing and slashing away.
"Come here, you little shit!" Wolverine growled, trying to catch alt-Logan, who kept dodging effortlessly.
When alt-Logan jumped away, Wolverine didn't miss a beat. He rushed forward and delivered a Spartan kick to alt-Logan's chest, sending him flying into a pillar. Alt-Logan crumpled to the ground, but before Wolverine could finish him off, alt-Logan rolled to the side, slashing Wolverine from thigh to underarm.
They fought relentlessly, neither caring to dodge as their healing factors kicked in. Blood and flesh littered the ground around them until a stray lightning bolt electrocuted them both, throwing them apart.
Meanwhile, the battle between Storm and alt-Ororo had become so intense that they had to move outside the palace. Lightning and storm currents raged as they clashed.
"D-dodge your left!" alt-Ororo, despite being mind-controlled, managed to warn Storm.
Storm encased herself in a cocoon of thunderstorm, blasting alt-Ororo away. "Try to regain control. I'll do my best to restrain you."
Storm summoned a windstorm to counteract alt-Ororo's, and the strategy worked, canceling out both storms. They began hurling lightning at each other, matched in power. Then alt-Ororo tapped into something current Storm had not—magic.
Alt-Ororo's lightning turned green, charged with magic. She cast another spell, creating a magical whip to restrain her opponent. The green lightning and whip surged towards Storm, clashing with her normal lightning. It looked like a scene from a Harry Potter duel.
Storm struggled as the magical whip ensnared her foot, dragging her towards the magical lightning. Desperate, she conjured a tornado, but the whip's grip was strong. Just as she was about to be struck, alt-Logan, thrown by Wolverine, hit alt-Ororo from behind.
"She's stronger than me. I don't know how to restrain her," Storm admitted, breathless.
"Throw me at her. I'll headbutt her into unconsciousness," suggested Wolverine, knowing full well his adamantium would conduct electricity. His daring personality wouldn't let him back down.
"We need to deal with your kid first."
"Grrr! He's not my kid!"
"I mean that kid version of you. We can't proceed with him on the field."
"Then throw his ass outside," Wolverine snapped, clearly frustrated with his younger counterpart.
Soon, both alt-Ororo and alt-Logan were back in the fight.
Meanwhile, Colossus was struggling to grab his sister, Illyana, who kept teleporting around him, attacking and retreating swiftly. Fortunately, his metal skin made her sword attacks mostly ineffective, only creating sparks on contact. Her strong physical attack magic, however, was still a challenge.
"ILLYANA! STOP! IT'S ME, YOUR BROTHER! TRY TO GET BACK CONTROL OF YOUR BODY! I KNOW YOU'RE STRONG ENOUGH FOR THAT! PLEASE COME BACK!" he pleaded, but all he got was a demonic growl and a kick from her goat-like legs.
MC POV
Hmm... They're holding on pretty well. I'll let them fight a bit longer, giving them a chance to subdue their opponents. My focus now is on Belasco, who is clutching his staff imbued with dark magic.
I rushed at him and delivered a Spartan kick to his chest. In slow motion, I could see my foot sinking into his chest like stepping into mud. There was barely any resistance. I stopped midway, aiming to throw him away rather than put my foot through him.
Before he could react, I grabbed his staff. The dark magic tried to invade my mind and body but to no effect. I'll keep the staff as a souvenir, alongside the horn and wing.
BOOM! He was launched through the wall and into the air. I moved behind him, delivering a spinning kick to his spine, sending him crashing into Sym and N'astirh, who were still struggling together.
"You! Who are you?" Belasco demanded.
"You don't need to know that," I replied, gripping his head with one hand and squeezing as he struggled.
"This is for stealing a child's innocence and childhood."
POP! His head burst like a grape, but that wasn't enough to kill him. Slowly, his head began to regenerate, his body healing.
I grabbed his head again and smashed it repeatedly into the ground.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
"No matter what you do! I won't die!" Belasco grinned, his broken teeth visible.
"Oh, really? Not if I do this." I invoked my existence-erasing power. No matter what tricks he had, they were useless against this.
"AAAGGHHHH! NO! STOP! I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! STOP!"
The pain and fear of having his existence erased made him beg for his life.
"If you want to live, remove all the magic control you have over your hostages, including that little girl. Then, I won't kill you."
"I'll do it right away."
He cast a spell, and the magic spread, breaking the mind control over alt-Ororo and alt-Logan. Illyana's body convulsed, and she screamed as she morphed back to normal. Alt-Ororo regained control just as Logan was launched.
"Wait! I c-"
"Sayonara, bitch!" Wolverine headbutted her, though "Sayonara" means goodbye, not goodnight.
"Sayonara means goodbye, not goodnight. And why are you calling her a bitch? It feels like you're calling me a bitch," Ororo complained.
"Because you keep locking away my beers," Logan muttered under his breath.
"What did you say? I saw your lips moving, Logan! Say it to my face!"
They began bickering.
"Guys, up here! Bring your twins too," I shouted from above. They arrived with alt-Ororo in tow, and alt-Logan came in, ready to shred with his claws. I stopped him in mid-air and explained everything.
"Put the bad haircut version of you down," I told Ororo, who gently set down her Mohawk counterpart.
"Which version are you talking about?" Logan quipped, earning a stink eye from Ororo.
As alt-Ororo lay there, I healed her, and she woke up without a headache. She looked around and saw alt-Logan.
"Logy?"
"Oreo?"
Little Logan jumped into her embrace, sitting on her lap like a 10-year-old kid in his mother's arms.
As they kissed passionately, I turned my gaze to our Ororo and Logan. Logan caught my meaning and made an exaggerated 'eww' face at Ororo, who promptly smacked my head. I saw it coming from miles away but still let her do it.
"Don't look at us like that!"
There have been instances of Ororo and Logan's romance in the comics where Ororo doesn't allow Logan to skip foreplay. Meh, every universe has different relationship dynamics.
Our Logan seems more invested in alcohol than romance with Ororo or Jean, for that matter. I don't think he has a rivalry with Scott over Jean.
Meanwhile, Colossus shielded his sister's eyes from the scene.
Hmm... It's going to be a problem if he keeps treating his sister like a child. Right now, she's the same age as him. If he continues this way, they might end up hating each other to the point of killing each other, just like in the comics.
Gotta work on that, but for now, let's deal with Belasco and get Illyana her Soul Sword.
"Illyana, come here," I called softly as she worriedly looked at Belasco's head in my hand.
"Don't worry, he can't hurt you anymore."
Colossus supported her as they both approached. I spoke gently to her.
"He can't hurt you anymore. Now listen to what I'm about to tell you. It might sound strange, but these are the next steps you need to take for the best outcome."
She nodded.
"Okay, listen. Your soul has been partly corrupted due to black magic and being in this demon dimension for too long. The only thing we can do now is for you to control your soul and stop the corruption from spreading further."
"For that, you will need to come here regularly to train your soul. I know it sounds bad, but you will be safe."
Fear returned to her eyes at the mention of returning here again.
"Don't worry, everything will be okay. Now, you don't want anyone else coming for your life here and trying to hurt you. For that, you have to become the ruler of this dimension."
"You have to materialize the sword from your soul. Then kill him, as your Soul Sword does damage to the soul as well. I'll broadcast it on a holographic screen covering the sky so all the residents will know that you are the next Queen/Sorcerer Supreme of Limbo."
Worry filled her eyes, whether it was because of Belasco or her first time killing. But I guessed she would have already killed before under Belasco's training.
"THAT WASN'T THE DEAL! YOU CAN'T KILL ME!"
"The deal was me not killing you. It wasn't about her not killing you. Besides, no matter what you do, you have no bargaining chips here."
I grabbed him by his jaw, closing his mouth, and held him up.
Everyone was uncomfortable with this decision, but this was the only way with benefits I knew about.
"If you're ready, then close your eyes and focus on yourself. Try to sense your soul. Try to mold it as if you are molding clay."
"Imagine a sword shape, try to fill that shape with your soul by your hands."
It only took her a little while for her Soul Sword to form. It was broad and long, just like her.
Giving her a nod, I used my powers to create a huge screen above the palace so all the surrounding denizens could see it.
All the surrounding demons and sorcerers or whatever had their attention on the screen. With Belasco in my hand squirming and trying to escape, and Illyana standing with her sword.
I gave her a nod to proceed. She picked up her sword, her emotions flowing from her heart to the blade. All the years of torment, torture, and brutal training. Every night of crying herself to sleep. The distant memories of her friends and family.
Every single emotion rushed to her sword, making it shine more and more.
"AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!"
With a roar from the bottom of her heart, she slashed at Belasco, cleaving him in half from shoulder to torso.
I also took care of his soul, trying to sneakily escape.
I put mana in my voice so it could reach wide and far.
"LISTEN UP, DENIZENS OF LIMBO! BELASCO HAS BEEN DETHRONED AND KILLED BY YOUR NEW QUEEN."
"NASTIRH AND SYM ARE ALSO DEFEATED AND NO LONGER THE RULERS OF LIMBO."
I put up another screen to show Nastirh's head inside Sym. Both were still twitching.
"ALL OF YOU WILL FOLLOW THE ORDERS OF YOUR NEW QUEEN, ILLYANA, AND ANYONE WHO DARES TO DEFY HER WILL FACE MY WRATH."
I released a small portion of my power, making the whole Limbo tremble and heavy pressure pressing down to the very core of every living and non-living being present in this forsaken dimension.
Of course, I remembered about the friendlies, so I tried to protect them as much as possible, but they were still affected a little bit.
I also killled Sym and Nastirh on the spot as well and then turned off the broadcast.
"Follow me"
I told them as they started walking behind towards the outer balcony.
As we looked outside, there were more than hundred and thousands eyes looking at us.
I gestured for Illyana to take my hand. Pietro gave her a nod and she took my hand as she came forward and standing beside me.
All the Demons, recognizing their new Queen, bowed down in respect.
"LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!!!"
"LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!!!"
"LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!!!"
are these demons british?