C15 Mummy Bumper
After a short bought of laughter and letting the portal close after stepping in, the angel replies, "That's my secret~"
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Nearing Mephisto, I see him act a bit jittery and nervous, this is obviously him acting. I may completely outclass him in power right now, but he is still plenty capable of pulling some tricks. Just like the subtle illusion and mind manipulation, he's trying to pull off now.
"Now, now, little Zad. You know I only did those things to you because I was being forced to do so!" Mephisto was trying to act placating and apologetic.
I decide to play along a bit. "You were forced?" I say with widened eyes, "Was—was it—him?" I slowed down my advance and acted a bit skittish.
"Yes! Yes! It was all that—that bastard's fault! He forced me to hurt you, or he would come down and destroy my whole realm, even if it meant disrupting the natural order." He tried to act aggrieved as if he was just a poor abused mutt.
"Don't! Don't call him that! He—he is still my father and creator—and—and he must still be—be..." I tried to act like a crazy person with Stockholm Syndrome.
Mephisto took the opening and tried to aggravate me more, "Oh you poor, poor thing. You never deserved such a punishment, not for only seeing your father's slip of the tongue."
I shut my eyes, covered my ears, and wrapped myself in my wings as I knelt on the ground. "No—no, that—that, why, why, why—father—why?"
Mephisto then started to whisper sweet nothings while "consoling" me. "There, there. I'm sure he was just caught up in the moment and didn't really mean it. After all, you were a good angel..."
I discovered his purpose was to increase the corruption rate of the backdoor he made. It makes sense. A mentally unstable person with the direct influence of a demon would corrupt pretty fast.
Thinking that I have messed with him enough—for now—I whispered through the opening of my wings, "I have a secret," this made him near me a bit, "I'm not really crazy~"
Mephisto backed off after hearing that, and this time he was a little spooked, it's not often he gets played. Dropping his fasade, he asks with venom, "What do you want Zadkiel, why toy with me?"
I looked at him with a slowly rising grin, this time not fake, "But didn't I say I wanted to play? That's why I stay to your dismay!" I stand up slowly and continue, "After all, you are my favorite toy~"
[A/N: Yes, that was a shitty rhyme and gay asf… deal with it.]
Mephisto went wide-eyed, turned around, and started running like his ass was on fire.
I never thought I would see Mephisto actually freak out, 'Was I that scary? No—oh fuck—that sounded kinda gay didn't it? … Oh well.'
I shake it off and yell, "Run, run, run as fast as you can! I'll catch you, even if you're the Gingerbread Man!!" I ended with a burst of genuine maniacal laughter. Why I laughed like that, I don't know, it felt good though.
But, it did make me question what I said earlier about not being crazy—'No, no. Surely I'm fine. Tiptop condition even!'
I jump up while summoning my bike, because badassery, and re-engage the Holy Hellfire clouds as I land in the saddle. This time, however, I input much more power, 'Because why the fuck not.'
The cloud cover spaned several dozen miles, while the sand is turned into literal rivers of magma when I pass.
--- [A/N: I remember seeing a cartoon a long time ago. One part had someone wish for camels to have water, or for it to rain in the desert, I can't remember.
Does anyone know what I'm talking about? Because that one scene with rolling waves of sand is stuck in my head.
If I had to guess, I would say F.O. Parents, but I don't know.] ---
Inside a cave, the rhythmic pounding of a hammer could be heard.
Standing at a forge was a man, with a glowing circle on his chest, hammering away on a piece of metal. Not too far from him was another man sitting at a table, soldering wires.
The man stopped hammering and turned to the other, "Yinsen, is it getting hot in here?"
Yinsen looked at the man addressing him as if he were an idiot. "Are—" he was cut off before he could continue.
"I mean hotter than normal!" the man quickly corrected, realizing what he was standing next to.
Yinsen sat still, trying to feel for any temperature difference. Shaking his head, he responds, "I can't say I do. I don't feel any hotter than normal, Tony."
Tony frowns while he goes back to hammering. After a while, he stops again and asks, "You really don't feel hotter? It feels like I'm in the furnace and not just standing next to it!"
This time, Yinsen stands up while grabbing a medical kit and a stethoscope. "I still feel normal. Let me check you, perhaps your just dehydra—" he stops in shock as he catches sight of the door to their work cell.
At all the seams, fire can be seen shooting out. "T-Tony! FIRE! We need to get out of here now!"
Tony drops the hammer and moves over to Yinsen to see what's going on. "Shit! I'll carry you, but let's hope no one's alive out there. The armor isn't done, and we'll be sitting ducks!"
They both ran over to a darker section of the workshop, where an incomplete, bulky metal suit was hanging. It was missing the left arm, head, and the back of the torso looked empty.
"Good thing I didn't install the flame throwers or boosters yet. There would be no leaving then." Tony hooked up a laptop to the armor and opened the torso before climbing in. "Alright, once that's done, I'll open the door and make sure it's clear. Then you hop on and we'll get out of here—hopefully undercooked."
Yinsen only nodded, but in his head, he was wondering why he still couldn't feel any heat from the fire. "It's completed."
Tony nods and tries walking, "It's a little jerky, but it is enough to get us out." Walking to the door, Tony kicks it—it doesn't open. He kicks it again—this time it opens.
When it opens, what he sees shocks him to the core. Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, strewn body parts of all sizes, and endless rubble and destruction.
What made it even worse was that every body, every person, every—soul—was looking straight into his eyes. "Why?"
"Tony."
Tony knew, instinctively, that all these people were the innocents, many being children, that his weapons had killed. "All of us?"
"Tony!"
He knew he didn't pull the trigger and that he wasn't the one who killed them. But he still held himself responsible because he MADE the trigger. He made it possible to pull. "We were innocent!"
"TONY!"
Tony knew he couldn't bring them back, but he had a good idea on how to prevent more innocents from dying in the future. And it all starts with what he's wearing now. "INNOCENT!"
"TONY!!!"
Snapping out of the trance, he looks over at Yinsen, but not without noticing the lack of heat and the itch in his chest. "Yeah?"
"Are you alright? The fire hit you, but you never moved or made a sound." Yinsen asked worriedly.
Smiling back and with renewed vigor in his eyes, he says, "Yeah, I'm fine. Never felt better actually."
Yinsen would have thought him weird, but the heatless fire was much stranger than his friend at the moment.
"Hop on and we can get outta here."
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Chasing Mephisto is fun, but it's time to draw it to a close. The other two have caught up and are probably getting antsy.
On a side note, I learned that Xavier is active, though I don't know what timeline it is for mutants. He was poking around but wisely didn't try to probe our minds, or else who knows what would have happened to him.
'Oh—that must be Tony and that doctor,' I see a tin man standing outside a cave and someone trailing behind him. 'Only one way to know for sure if it's Tony.'
I shoot him a peace sign—and he shoots one back—with his unarmored arm.
After passing them, I ready my chain and whip it at Mephisto, but I'm not aiming for his neck. I'm aiming for his feet.
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"Yinsen, I'm not much for religion, but I'm pretty sure I just peaced out a motorcycle riding angel who was chasing a demon." Tony has a blank face.
Yinsen's face was the same. "Well—after what I've seen today—I wouldn't find that hard to believe." He finishes while looking at the hole in his shirt.
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The chain wrapped around Mephisto's foot and then magically extended to entangle the other. All the while, I'm putting half my energy into the chain to make sure he can't escape.
Mephisto falls forwards and ends up embedded in a sand dune that's quickly melting. Once I come to a stop, I get off the motorcycle and then yank him out.
The chain further extends once he's out and wraps him up like a mummy. For added insurance, I also summon the dirtiest underwear in a thousand miles and—telekinetically—stuff his mouth with it after strengthening it.
"That taste good? Yeah! I thought so." Mephisto only squirms with wide eyes in response. His strength has reached the bottom by now, and he can't even regain much due to the lack of "evil" energy in the area after the "purge" my fire did.
Picking him up, I attach him 'very nicely' to the front of my bike. That way, if I 'accidentally' run into anything, he will cushion the blow.
I then go to sit down, but before I do, I hear a whooshing sound in the air behind me.
//Note//
Ya know something. I have yet to see a SINGLE fanfic with Tony Stark as the MC.
AND in nearly every single marvel ff, Tony is either portrayed as a super mega jackass(he kinda is) who gets walked all over by an MC with an IQ of 200 less than him, OR he's turned into the MC's sugar daddy with a side of Stockholm Syndrom.
In this novel, Tony will be badass, and he WILL get the justice he deserves!
PEACE!!!
P.S.
I just want to reiterate something I said in the abstract.
I don't know how to write, and I wasn't joking when I said the last time a wrote a book was in second grade. I think it was a ten-page book with a single sentence on each page.
I legit wouldn't be surprised if the number of words I have typed in the last two weeks was equivalent to the number of words I have typed my entire life beforehand, outside of schooling.
P.S.S.
Grammarly says there are 40 advanced issues in this chapter.