Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2019 04:30:47 +0000
From: wayne unknown <waynewriteswords@outlook.com>
Subject: Warped Chapter 9 Part 2

DISCLAIMERS

I do not own the rights to any of the characters of the Marvel or DC
universe. Any original characters referenced in this tale are my
intellectual property (I think? copyright law is confusing :S)

I know and care little about the sexuality of any of the creators, actors,
or characters involved in the Marvel/DC universe. Similarly, this story
contains graphic descriptions of gay male sex. If that may offend you, I
suggest looking elsewhere for entertainment. Otherwise enjoy some smut. The
smut will be widespread and hopefully organic to character growth.

Partial credit goes to the story Mutation by Phoenixfire543 (on nifty) for
inspiring me to write my own variation on the whole superhero genre. His
protagonist inspired mine power wise, though mine varies a lot in
temperament and disposition.

				Glossary

JAJ – John as Jean.
'link' - psychically connecting at the middle layer in order to share/blend
powers or to create a sensory link in order to share sensations.
tk - telekinesis
tk hands - hands consisting of tk energy used to manipulate matter invisibly.
*text between asterixes indicate telepathic communication*
^text between these indicate communication through manipulation of water
vibration to produce sound^
NAP - Non Aggression Pact.
'other sight' - enhanced perception of reality, including but not limited
to perceiving weaknesses, electro magnetic spectrums, temporal
disturbances, gravitational distortions, temperature fluctuations, electron
movements and mystical enchantments/energy.
'second sight' - visions of past, present and future.
interspace - the space where Victor stashes stuff temporarily using
teleportation energy.


Authors Note

Whole bunch of spoilers for Earth 616 comics, though most of these arcs are
years old so... read at your own risk.

Have taken liberties with some of the plot threads. I've skimmed over some
events, providing only cursory details as this chapter is already long
enough and a lot of marvel events mean little in the long run.

Chapter 9

Part 2 Putting down roots... entangling...

Week 2

Doom and I go on a good will tour of the US in order to reform his image
and heighten mine among the super powered community. The Phalanx stays in
Latveria with the remaining Doom Bots in order to maintain order. I've left
the Phalanx the task of trying to improve Doom's current Doom Bot
manufacturing capabilities in order to create more Doom Bots faster.

First stop was the Fantastic Four at the Baxter Building to provide a new
body for Ben Grimm. After teleporting out of the way of several fire
blasts, absorbing several invisible force fields and dodging Ben Grimm's
fists and Reeds elastic punches...  We extended the olive branch of a new
body for Ben...  via magic, bio manipulation and genetic enhancement.

I used my skills to create a new body with superhuman strength, durability
and stamina without the issues of a rock body. Doom transfered Ben's
consciousness into the new body. I teleported the rock body into interspace
to experiment on later. Then we took our leave...

Doom and I were watched suspiciously at every step of the process. Not that
they could appreciate my overarching goals. Doom and I had just
demonstrated the ability to pull a consciousness from one body and shift it
to another. Theoretically we could transfer the consciousness of all heroes
into average bodies and install whatever consciousness or intelligence we'd
want in the heroic superhuman bodies. A potential weapon for another
day. Reed would probably understand the risk later as psionic possession
wasn't unprecedented in this universe but there wasn't much he could do
about it.

Another training session with Iceman, this time in person. I provide him a
lesson on how to use an ice disk as transportation instead of the ice slide
via telepathic memory sharing. Explaining that leaving tonnes of ice that
doesn't melt for hours wherever you go does no favors to the public image
of mutants as irresponsibly dangerous jackasses.

I installed a telepathic shield mid way through his middle layer so that no
one could possess his body without serious time and effort expenditure. It
would still allow easy access for telepathic communication, sharing of
power and memories. He thanked me for the lesson and the mind shield...

Next on the agenda was a meeting with Namor offering him an unconditional
Non Aggression Pact on behalf of Latveria as an olive branch from the
surface world... Watching Doom and Namor try and out arrogant each other
while barely holding onto civil diplomacy was deeply amusing if
troubling. Afterwards I suggested to Doom that I meet up with Namor in the
future to prevent a war between Atlantis and Latveria. Doom agreed as he
really couldn't be bothered with this appeasement of diplomacy, he'd rather
rule by might than by treaties and diplomatic processes.

Ended up having a very long and tiresome conversation with Doom afterwards
over the value of biding your time and waiting for the right moment to
strike. I even invoked Toph but it didn't go over well using a fictional
character from a children's cartoon to illustrate the value of timing. The
end result was Doom promoted me to diplomatic ambassador of Latveria so
that he could rule over Latveria as he pleased without having to be
obligated to play nice with others.

I could appreciate that Namor was tough to tolerate at the best of times,
he was head strong, arrogant and obsessive about being right. It wasn't a
surprise that Namor and Doom didn't get along, they were so alike. Not that
either of them would ever admit that.

Week 3

Doom had expedited the paperwork necessary to make me a Latverian
diplomatic envoy and I now benefited from complete diplomatic immunity
while on foreign soil. Met with Black Panther and Storm in their official
capacity as King and Queen of Wakanda offering a NAP as well as various
technological gifts. The first gift was a Stark Shield generator that would
shield Wakanda from external attack for an hour, giving the defenders time
to prepare defenses or call for reinforcements. Second gift was a handheld
communication device that would link them directly to Latverian embassy
which I was now in charge of the daily operations of (with assistance from
a couple of the members of the Phalanx). Third gift was a prototype of a
new Doom Bot, tentatively named Help Bot (with a personal force field,
lasers and a self repair system with a generic metallic face and body;
recharged mainly by electricity and partially powered by solar power and
kinetic motion) that would serve as a border guard.

Another training session with Iceman, sharing with him the memories of
Sean's psychic training in order to help bolster his own psionic
defense. Followed by a meeting with Emma Frost and Cyclops discussing the
possibility of Latveria providing a government sanctuary or military
support if necessary to the beleaguered mutant race. I offered them the use
of a few Doom Bots to counter the external Sentinel. They declined both
offers.

Week 4

Meeting with Black Bolt the king of New Atillan, capital city of the
Inhuman nation. Offered him a NAP with Latveria and potential sanctuary if
necessary.  He accepted the first and declined the second. Or at least
that's what his royal wife and interpreter said. Apparently his merest
whisper would devastate his environmen, so he didn't talk for himself. I
wondered if it was some sort of power move, making everyone around him pay
attention to his merest movement.

Met with Stephen Strange, offering him intel on general threats to the
world and the US specifically as well as help tackling mystical threats in
exchange for mystical training and mystical intel. He offered me tea and
gave me a lesson on meditation techniques. I accepted even though I already
have those basic memories from my universe's Wiccan.

It was a good start.

Month 2

Samples of the prototype Help Bots have been shown to representatives of
several neighboring countries and given to some of our potential allies as
a good will gesture.

Life has settled into a routine of sorts.

Sundays I visit Atlantis and check in on the kingdom, collecting any
reports of surface worlders misbehavior (mainly water pollution) and
liaising with relevant governments to prevent Namor declaring war on the
surface world again. If the government reactions aren't swift enough or
satisfactory enough; I handle it personally. Usually that means an
offending party is found stuck in a bath tub (or sometimes in a shower, ice
cylinder or wooden barrel) immersed in whatever they had been dumping into
the ocean which depending on what they were dumping can prove to be a death
sentence.

Incidents of pollution and encroachment into Antlantean territories are
subsiding rapidly as a result of my severe retributory punishments. I also
helped to remove offensive material from the ocean floor/surface/substance,
collecting oil, nuclear waste, medical waste and corpses to be used and or
sold elsewhere. As a reward for my services to Atlantis, Namor or (more
often) one of his servants will show me some piece of Atlantean hardware or
show me around a library or gallery or around some architecture. My 'other
sight' provides further details, allowing me to get a deeper understanding
of Antlantean technology, architecture and biology then they'd expect from
such cursory examination of their culture.

Mondays I visit Iceman and train him in on improving his control over ice
on a small, personal scale, typically on how to create weapons/defenses out
of ice (ice katanas, ice domes, bubbles) and how to make small
modifications to his ice body. It's good preparation, once he's gained
sufficient confidence in his abilities on the small personal scale, we can
work on city wide ice control. We often chat and hang out afterwards just
messing about while watching tv or playing video games or whatever. After
our training sessions I formally share intel that might be of use to Emma
Frost and Cyclops in their futile attempt to pursue human acceptance of
mutants.

Tuesdays I visit the Wakandan royals and get history lessons from Black
Panther on the nation's isolationist history or join Storm in her visits to
neighboring regions. I assist her in her efforts to help drought stricken
regions with extra rain by adding my own particular talents to the mix,
namely that of filtration of water sources. I also help with building small
hydroelectric dams sufficient to power small villages, using temporary
water golems to help with labor requirements.

Wednesdays I visit Stephen Strange for arcane lessons, exchanging of arcane
and general intel. Stephen takes me on journeys into the astral plane
teaching me the perils and potential of the place. We also go on patrols of
other realms in order to defeat or destroy arcane threats before they could
infringe upon the mortal plane. He takes lead on the missions and I watch
and learn and assist by being an extra pair of eyes and hands.

Thursdays I visit Black Bolt and his royal retinue, getting training from
Karnak on how to effectively use the enhanced perception of weaknesses to
fight better. In exchange I provided Black Bolt intel acquired from SHIELD
and the X men databases. I also provided him a shit ton of stationery as I
had quickly gotten bored of the whole silent monarch thing. His ability to
release enough sonic energy from a whisper to level a mountain was not a
sufficient excuse to have his orders interpreted by his wife. It was a
ridiculous and nonsensical arrangement and I had no patience for it. I had
a plan for an upgrade to his antenna that would allow him to manipulate
vibrations with his thoughts similar to my 'water voice'. It's still a work
in progress.

If Black Bolt and his retinue were otherwise engaged in royal intrigue I'd
visit the under city and the Alpha Primitives to monitor their work. The
Alpha Primitives are a slave race, tasked with maintaining the
infrastructure of the city while the Inhumans focus on their own individual
and societal advancement. I've met Mad Max, Black Bolt's black sheep of a
brother, he's the Loki of the Inhuman race, sometimes helpful but more
often scheming against the establishment.

Fridays I make a visit to the Asgard library and read the history books and
arcane books. Loki wanders in and out as he wilt and we discuss the latest
gossip in his capacity as my Master of Spies. He has various arcane means
on keeping an eye on current events and he helps to round out my intel
gathering.  Sometimes we exchange arcane knowledge, other times we cheat at
games of chess with each other. Loki and I have an amiable relationship
presumably because we both know the other is not to be fully trusted.

Saturdays I provide Doom with status reports on all the diplomatic
relationships and how they're developing, followed by supervised arcane
practice.

I've been limiting my psionic overview to Latveria with the occasional
psionic check in on Atlantis, Xavier's school, Wakanda, New Attilan and
SHIELD Helicarriers. I'm still adjusting to this universe as my other sight
keeps providing me with extra information regardless of my wants. Being
subjected to random gravitational, temporal, energy variances as the result
of superhuman interference makes me nauseous and gives me migraines. As a
result I spend a lot of time working on my technological projects
(improving the manufacture of the new Help Bots) and arcane research
(working my way through Doom's arcane libraries).

While I'm out and about the Phalanx keeps busy maintaining psionic overview
of Latveria and helps Doom manufacture the Help Bots.

Month 3

My trans dimensional gateway has access to dozens of new universes with
more being found every week. As such I've sent through modified and
enhanced dragonfly probes in order to provide basic intel on the universes.

I've perfected a teleportation device that allows instant travel between
Earth bound destinations (as long as coordinates are known). I've installed
these into every Help Bot with the coordinates for Latveria, so that at any
moment, some or all of the Help bots can be recalled for maintenance or
defense of Latveria.

I've gained honorary status as a teacher at the Xavier school. Probably
helps that I'm the only teacher at the school capable of providing
individual attention and training to a hundred students at once through ice
proxies. I also get tasked to be the babysitter when the primary X men team
and the secondary Junior X men are off trying to save the world from
danger. My charges range from betas to omegas in power potential/skill, I
try to keep them out of trouble and or danger.

Have made inroads on developing friendly relationships with this reality's
Stepford Cuckoos and Quentin Quire, a class 5 telepath and telekinetic who
for some reason is constantly overlooked for training exercises and
missions. Possibly because he lacks motivation, he doesn't seem to buy the
party line. He's a hyper genius, capable of thinking and processing
thousands of brilliant ideas a second. It's not surprising that he doesn't
feel challenged by the haphazard nature of the school's curriculum.

I like Quentin, he's a smart mouthed brat. Reminds me of me at that age,
except his powers overshadows mine at his age. His mind or what little I've
seen of it from our telepathy class (attended by the Stepford Cuckoos,
Quentin and Prodigy) outranks me even now. It's good to be reminded that
there are smarter people out there, keeps me grounded and humble. I do my
best to direct his intelligence into useful pursuits but he's easily bored
as most intellectual exercises don't challenge him. I've taken to linking
with him letting him process my 'other sight' for a while, give him a
chance to decipher the deeper mysteries of the world. Gives me a break from
the near constant barrage of information and gives him something to
challenge his intellect.

I've taken to taking him along on Iceman's ex planetary training trips,
testing his nascent class 5 telekinesis against Bobby's burgeoning class 5
cryokynesis. Sometimes I team up with one of them against the other if the
battle becomes too lopsided for a proper challenge. Other times I have the
both of them team up against me in order to test my defenses against two
class 5's at the same time. Neptune serves as a good place to train without
risk of endangering civilians while the effort of maintaining a suitable
atmosphere for breathing provides extra challenges (mostly for Quentin and
me).

I've set up an ice coliseum to have arena style competitions on Earth on
Saturdays (after I report to Doom) so that the students can test out their
various skills on random opponents. It provides the less favored students a
chance to work out their various stresses (while the prime X men team plays
baseball).  The Stepford Cuckoos provides telepathic caging so that those
with psionic control over elements/substances can't reach outside the arena
and negatively effect the surroundings. Quentin provides telekinetic
shielding around the inside and outside of the Arena while we mind link, he
provides the power I provide the experience. I taught the Stepford Cuckoos
how to create a secondary hive network loosely connecting the other
students together for the purposes of enhanced communication and training
so that they can group together students in team events.

I have been somewhat naughty during one of my night time supervisory
visits. One night I found Anole downstairs depressed and eating icecream
and he was in his boxers and I asked him "what's wrong?" touching his
shoulder in a supportive gesture and I got a vision of a possible future.

:: Potential Future:: I take Anole upstairs and teach him how to kiss, how
to suck and how to take a hard fuck over and over again while running my
hands over his soft but scaly body, his skin like soft expensive leather. I
drive my hard cock into his tight hole over and over again, filling him
with cock and cum.

He'd grow more and more attached, wanting me to keep him company every
night, which I'd accept as the Phalanx expanding duties and sense of
independence means I rarely have sex with any of them any more.

I'd ask Northstar to help me deal with a love sick Anole who has confused
my sexual interest for romantic love. Northstar had previously been an
object of Anole's interest while he was teaching him and had let him down
gently. Northstar comes over too early and he interrupts me fucking Anole
and Anole ends up in a 69 position with Northstar as I pound Northstar's
ass. Then Northstar pounds Anole's ass while I watch... Then again as I
slam into Northstar.  Northstar and I tag team Anole and have him in a spit
roast... then in a DP... and it becomes a new thing as a threesome, then as
a foursome as Kyle joins in the next night...

Anole would morph into a horny greedy bottom and it would unbalance the
relationship between Kyle and Northstar and...  :: ::

I shook off the precognitive trajectory of my briefly considered action as
Anole responded with "I'm depressed because no one will ever love me
because I'm green and spiky."


I squeezed his shoulder "You're very cute. You'll find someone that's
right."

He said "That's easy for you to say, you can look however you want."

"That's true to an extent but I have my own limitations and there's nothing
wrong with how you look, it's only a skin deep difference" I said trailing
my index finger over his cheek as he continued to look down, disbelieving
my words. I grabbed his chin and pulled him up to his feet, forcing him to
look into my eyes. I disappeared my armor and clutched at my bulging boxer
briefs "You're very hot. You just need someone who appreciates what's
beneath the surface."

I telepathically telegraph part of my precognitive prediction, the part
about him under me begging for my cock, wanting me to give it to him over
and over again on a nightly basis.

I kissed him softly at first but it becomes deeper and more passionate and
my hands wandered over his body, finding every sensitive spot and working
it...  I squeeze his butt, I grind my crotch against his cloth covered
cock, I rub and tweak his hardened nipples and I lick and suck on his neck
as he moans wordlessly against me, clutching at my back for balance,
holding me tightly to him. I gave one last squeeze of his firm little ass
and teleported out of reach, grabbing the ice cream container and taking a
spoonful of ice cream leisurely as Anole stared at me, hard, throbbing,
panting for breath and thoroughly confused by the distance between us and
by me being back in my armor.

I smacked his ass with a 'tk hand' and said "Get back to bed and
sleep. There's no need for you to wallow. You're going to find someone to
love you for you.  You just have to have a little faith."

"But, don't you, can't we?" Anole said, his eyes glazed and his mind
struggling to come up with the words for what he wanted to say but failing
miserably.

"I'm not the right man for you. I'm too old for you and I'm supposed to be
your babysitter. It's not really appropriate. I just wanted you to have
proof that you could be desired for everything you are."

He stumbled off to bed, stiff gaited and rock hard and upon arriving in
bed, stripped naked and stroked himself to orgasm within a minute. I smiled
as I watched him fall asleep with a smile on his face.

The next time I saw him he was more confident and cheerful... Whenever we
see each other we share secret smiles and I don't see him sneaking ice
cream late at night any more. Knowing that someone wants him has given him
a boost of self confidence.

Doom found me in the library late one night using octopus style (6 water
tentacles) to read 8 books at the same time within his arcane library.

He asked "What are you doing?"

I said "While I'm memorizing all these spells on the off chance they'll be
useful, I'm only really interested in several particular spell types to
boost my own powers."

"Which ones?"

"Spells of protection, healing, communication, divination, resurrection,
infernal summoning, energy absorption, increasing stats (like durability,
strength, speed and vitality) and elemental control."

"We'll refocus your lesson on those spells specifically so as not to waste
either of our time on pointless activities." Doom said wearily.

I readily agree.

The number of Help Bots has been increasing steadily, each new Help Bot
manufactured assists in the manufacturing process. The Latverian
Manufacturing District is increasing in size and scope. The Help Bots
assemble the components of the Help Bots along with several other
tasks. Help Bots manufacture outer casing while the Phalanx telekinetically
create the circuitry necessary for the internal functioning along with
custom built power collection devices to power the Bots. New factories are
built by the Help Bots, water golems and concerted telekinesis to help
further industrialize Latveria.

Arrangements have been made with several foreign countries to collect their
garbage. The Phalanx have been given human names in order to undertake
diplomatic missions on Latveria's behalf. They're now named Adam, Ben,
Charlie (only one that got to keep his first god given name), Dan, Edward,
Fred, George and Harry in mixed company. They visit foreign
countries/nations in pairs to on diplomatic missions to arrange for
Latveria to become a major dumping ground for every neighboring
country. Doom is not happy about the smell despite the obvious benefits to
us/Latveria.

The garbage is quite useful as the Help Bots/ golems collect the metal to
be used in the manufacture of Help Bots or to be recycled for use in
manufacture of other goods. The organic material is used for compost to
spread throughout Latveria to enrich the soils. Our new robot army does the
sorting I give commands technopathically using these new robots like I did
with level 3 golems, it ends up as coding in their systems.

Immigration has been opened up and new hospitals are built where I practice
my healings and genetic graftings on a mass scale. I turn the sickly into
proto mutants, collecting blood samples prior in case of problems, about
85% can be modified without issue, 15% have underlying genetic conditions
that make genetic grafting dangerous and or problematic. With these new
proto mutants as new citizens of Latveria, they are assigned tasks by the
Phalanx based on their previous history.

Former military personnel are assigned to the Latverian army and are
further genetically enhanced into being class 3 telekinetics. I placed
Adam/Alpha and Ben/Bravo in charge of training them in the offensive and
defensive uses of telekinesis. If these new soldiers prove loyal and
willing to put in the effort of improving themselves they will be further
enhanced. Those who are unable to keep their mouths shut about their new
gifts will have them revoked and be mind wiped and used as basic foot
soldiers/infantry.

Month 4

Cyclops has called San Francisco a safe harbor for mutants and has
relocated the students there...

I helped Bobby and Cyclops set up a hydroelectric power generation set up
with Forge.

I get another vision of a potential future involving Doom attacking Wakanda
to acquire its vibranium which fails and Black Panther ruins vibranium to
keep it out of enemy hands. I told Doom that it would fail and if he had
any plans in motion to steal it, to stop it immediately. We have an
argument over it but I don't see that future any more afterwards so...

I start a new LGBT superhuman support group as Anole's self confidence
seems to be back sliding due to recent romantic disappointments. I invited
Loki, Daken, Wiccan, Hulkling, Northstar, Living Lightning as well as a few
females such as Destiny, Mystique, Karma, Karolina and Moondragon. Gives me
a chance to interact with this universe's versions of Wiccan and
Hulkling. Membership grows slowly from week to week.

I've become an official visiting professor for the remaining students. I
provide additional teaching on Biology, English, Maths and technology as
well as more mutant specific skills like hand to hand combat, athletics and
military strategy. As well as individual power training for some of the
overlooked students helping them to find other ways of thinking about and
using their powers, sometimes pairing them up with those that have
complementary powers and abilities to counter individual weaknesses with
the other's strengths.

The new Help Bots are being produced and sold in the millions to
multinational companies and foreign governments, extending Latverian
technology throughout the world. The US has outright banned the importation
of the Help Bots due to National Security issues and to protect American
jobs. Due to the cheap manufacturing costs involved with using
miniaturization technology, recycled metal, Help Bots and telekinesis to
mass manufacture the Help Bots, Doom and I are making billions in profits
and spreading our Trojan robotic army throughout the world.

The Latverian army (those that have passed the loyalty/secrecy tests) have
been upgraded further with class 3 telepathy. Adam and Ben continue to
train them in classes of 30. There are a few hundred of them so far.

Week 23

SECRET INVASION

There's a disruption in global communication; technological and telepathic
communication has been seized by external forces. I utilize the combined
telepathic might of the Phalanx and the enhanced Latverian soldiers to
pierce the veil and find that the Skrulls have infiltrated Earth and are
poised to invade and conquer the world.

I teleport over to Wakanda and technopathically interfacing with their
advanced computing technology (with the permission of Storm) I send an
emergency override code to my Help Bots throughout the world to defend
citizenry/property and defeat and capture as many Skrulls as possible.

Throughout the world the Help Bots (under my technopathic control) fight
with government/super powered forces against the green menace. There are
basic Skrulls who have superior strength and durability compared to an
average human and Super Skrulls that have been enhanced with meta-human
abilities. The Help Bot army captures and teleport away thousands of
Skrulls back to Latveria for imprisonment and interrogation.

I stay in Latveria in order to supervise the teleportation pads and the
capture and confinement of the Super Skrull soldiers. The Skrull captives
provide me with information that they are on a holy quest to claim Earth as
their new home. It seems that their race was confronted by members of this
universe's Illuminati and threatened. They captured members of the
Illuminati and harvested their genetic templates in order to empower some
of their soldiers. I could appreciate that on a purely intellectual level
if not a personal level.

The invasion doesn't last long as far as invasions go. It lasted a couple
of days until most of the fighting was limited to the States (US) as the
rest of the Skrull army had been picked off as soon as they were
revealed. The war ended when Norman Osborn shot the Skrull Queen in a
battle in Central Park.

By the end of the failed Skrull invasion, I've captured over ten thousand
enemy troops. Doom and I debate what to do with these captives. Doom wants
to kill then dissect them for scientific study. We end up coming to a
reasonable compromise. He could dissect those that had died in captivity or
had been killed in the fighting and the others would undergo deprogramming,
recruitment and or banishment.

I direct the Phalanx and the Latverian army to help me deprogram the Skrull
soldiers (they had been brain washed by a Skrull version of a Bible, which
was a telepathically projecting cube). It's not overly effective so I
recruit Wiccan and Hulkling to help me. Hulkling is supposedly destined to
be the great uniter of the Skrull Empire but he shirked his duty and they
had been driven to infiltrate and invade Earth. He had lots of guilt to
capitalize on and he was a figure of note to the Skrull populace.

After some heated discussions between Doom, Hulkling, Wiccan and me, a
consensus was reached. Those Skrulls who wished to rule Earth would be
exiled to the Zombie Verse under the supervision of Wiccan and Hulkling to
settle Zombie Russia. Those willing to work with humanity on this Earth
would be under Doom and my supervision, restricted to Latveria.

This latest development provides Doom and me with another army consisting
of shape shifting alien warriors (I implant them all with a tracking chip),
some of which can replicate the ability of Earth super-humans. It also
removes Hulkling and Wiccan from interfering with my overall plans for this
universe . I warned them not to interfere with Wakanda as they (the
Wakandans) are destined to interact with a cosmic threat (zombie Galactii)
and any interference could damage the fate of two universes.

Only about 20% of the Skrull captives join us but it's fine. It's another
army. A shapeshifting army that's motivated to win a rematch. I humanely
harvest their genetic material, limiting myself to blood and tissue
cultures for further experimentation.

Week 24

Conversation with Maria Hill's LMD via a flesh proxy about the Skrulls.

She wants to have the Skrulls remanded to US custody and Negative Zone
imprisonment but I decline her/its request/demand. She threatens me with
the full force of the US government and SHIELD.


I reply that Latveria has never been as popular and another war with a
technologically advanced country wouldn't be a smart idea. I also mention
the fact that I could kill the population of the US easily with tidal waves
if sufficiently provoked. I also point out that SHIELD and Tony Stark are
on their way out and have no power to effectively wield against me and mine
and they'd be better off trying to fix the damage done by the infiltration
of the Skrulls than picking another fight with a foreign power.

A few days later my prediction is proven correct as Tony Stark loses
control over SHIELD. Norman Osborn has taken control and has dismissed
SHIELD replacing it with an organization called HAMMER.

Month 5

Cyclops has resurrected Asteroid M, a fallen meteorite that was formerly
the base of Magneto, which crashed into the bay. Renaming it Utopia.

Iceman asks me why I joined up with Doctor Doom.

I explained that Doom has his uses as an established member of the super
human community and has connections as the leader of his nation which has
provided me with diplomatic immunity. He also has unparalleled
technological and mystical knowledge and a fortress that looks exactly like
my previous home of 5 years which can protect Phalanx and my various
technological and biological experiments.

He accepts my explanation grudgingly. He still thinks Doom is a diabolical
dictator with megalomaniac ambitions (paraphrasing somewhat). I don't
disagree with the sentiment.

A few weeks after the conclusion of the Secret Invasion, the cloned version
of Thor resurfaces calling itself Ragnarok and picking fights with various
metahumans. This gives me a new idea as to how to increase my influence
further. The Skrulls had used their biomedical technology to mimic the
heroes powers and replace several key figures such as Black Bolt much to my
embarassment. An unfortunate consequence of not telepathically probing
strangers is that I can be misled as far as the deeper intentions of people
but it helps to maintain my psychological integrity if I limit the minds I
wander into.

I've set up a secret basement level beneath Doom's castle for my fallback
shelter. So far it has a rejuvenation chamber similar to Apocalypse's
sarcophagus, a cybernetic storage facility that stretches throughout the
level, providing me with a tertiary storage facility for my memories. It
also has high grade energy shields and a teleportation pad for me to return
to whenever I experience critical damage in any conflict. It's completely
secret. Not even the Phalanx know of it's existence.

Latverian population keeps increasing rapidly as immigrants spread the
message back home that Latveria is a rich nation that offers superior
health care (proto mutants don't suffer much in the way of human ailments)
and many opportunities for personal advancement. The Latverian enhanced
soldiers now number a thousand. Those who excelled in mastering the basics
of telepathy and telekinesis have become teachers of others as sub officers
of the Phalanx under A&B.

Month 6 Cable comes back from some future timeline with the mutant Messiah
called Hope Summers all grown up. I help to fend off the Sentinels
attacking Utopia with some long distance giant water hands.

Afterwards I restored Hellions' (Julian Keller's) lost hands though as a
high grade telekinetic, hands are not strictly necessary for picking things
as I sometimes go days without picking up anything directly by using flesh
proxies, tk hands, telekinesis or water hands to move stuff about.

Drama with Asgard as Thor has been ousted as Regent because he killed his
grandfather Bor, now Balder, Thor's secret half brother has taken the reins
of Asgard. Loki has suggested they relocate Asgard to Latveria. Apparently
Doom and Loki have been having chats without me in some kind of Dark Cabal
with Emma Frost, Namor, Hood and Norman Osborn. I'm impressed they've
managed to keep that quiet for so long but precognition and 'other sight'
are not the same as complete omniscience and Loki is the God of mischief
and he's good at keeping secrets, even from me.

I contact Deadpool through a flesh proxy and give him a shopping list for
blood samples I want. His, Wolverine and Hulk's. I/the proxy offer him half
a million as a down payment and collect his blood sample. He blathers on
even worse than my version of Deadpool, making a lot of random segues and
insults to my non nondescript proxy.

I also hire Taskmaster, a less crazy mercenary to collect samples
discreetly from several other mutants. He has the ability to mimic the
fighting styles of anyone he observes, it's an interesting variation on
Prodigy's telepathy based ability. On his target list are Sage, Forge,
Gateway, Tony Stark and Thor or his evil genetic clone.

Month 7

Wolverine and Cyclops recruit mutants for their own differing
agendas. Wolverine starts a new school under the name of Jean Grey school
for the gifted.

While the mutant race continues to splinter under the old leadership, I
select a couple dozen of the remaining Super Skrulls, 8 of the enhanced
Latverian soldiers, a handful of Asgardians and a couple of mutants
(Quentin and Iceman) and Danger (the operating system of the Danger Room in
a female metallic form) for special training. I set each person a specific
training plan and set them sparring partners, Asgardians and enhanced
Latverians with Super Skrulls, Quentin and Bobby with each other and Balder
and Danger with me.

I collected samples from each member of this new group for the purposes of
a scientific control.

After our first training session Iceman once returned to his room asked me
about "Why are you building so many armies in Latveria?"

I smiled and sat next to him on his bed and he shifts to ice clearly
uncomfortable as I wrap my arm around his neck pulling him closer and slide
a telepathic probe the width of a scalpels edge through a weak spot in his
telepathic shield diving in deep and quick into his core and triggered his
transformation back to flesh. "Because I must."

"How did you do that?"

"You haven't been maintaining your psychic defenses sufficiently, you're
going to need to be stronger to stand against what's coming."

"What's coming?"

"No fucking idea, but I know it's here on Earth and yet somewhere beyond
this universe, the details are still unclear at this point but the one
thing I know for sure is that it's coming and it's more powerful than
anything I've ever faced before and it could end us with a thought if we
faced it directly as we are now. We will need to get impossibly stronger
before it comes if we are to survive."

"That's not very helpful."

"The future is in a constant state of flux, if it wasn't there wouldn't be
a point to attempting to change futures where death comes to the mutant
race in the form of Sentinels. I'm not sure what's coming but I'm going to
need to be as strong as possible to survive it." I let go of my grip on his
neck which was bordering on a head lock and stood and faced him. "I'm going
to need you and every army I can muster when the time comes in order to
fight the end.  Will you stand with me when the darkness comes to claim us
all?"

He looked at me for a long moment considering me and said "Yes."

"No doubts ?"

"Some."

"That's the spirit, I did warn you I'm not nice and I have done some awful
things in the past and I may need to do some morally dubious things in the
future in order to survive the oncoming darkness so it's good to have
doubts. Blind loyalty has led to some terrible sagas throughout
history. All I ask is that you give me some time to prove myself to you as
someone worthy of your faith and you should keep asking questions and
thinking about my answers and compare them to my actions and make your own
decisions as to the merits of my decisions. I'm not infallible but I do my
best to consider all the fractals."

"You're weird."

"I know. Here's a gift." I teleported in a black teleportation device and
communicator from interspace and handed it to Iceman. "This will teleport
you directly to Latveria and back to wherever you teleported from as
necessary so that way you don't have to rely on me teleporting you
over. Keep it on you at all times. It's coded specifically to your
biomorphic signature so it won't work with any passengers or with anyone
else trying to use it."

"What about Quentin?"

"I've got one for him. You're first. He'll get one next."

I delivered the next one to Quentin with a similar question as to whether
he had doubts about me and would join with me when the time came to fight
back the black darkness. He said he'd glimpsed into my mind and knew that I
had good intentions if not good desires. I had to laugh at that...


Month 8

Avengers Vs X men

I am called to Utopia to help Cyclops stop the Avengers from taking Hope as
she is the predestined vessel for the Phoenix Force. I help stall the
Avengers and Hope flies off in the Black Bird( X-Jet). Due to the nature of
our pacts, I can't interfere outside of their home or mine and events
spiral further out of control.

The Avengers interfere further with cosmic design specifically Iron Man
with a prototype Big Bang Gun who shoots the Phoenix Force which ends up
fractured and possesses or imbues 5 mutants (Cyclops, Emma Frost, Namor,
Illyana and Colossus) with an epic power boost.

The Avengers keep fighting the Phoenix Five as they try to change the
world. I set up in Wakanda as the Wakandan Royal Couple are too busy
arguing with each other to pay attention to their royal duties... Due to my
frequent visits and diplomatic status, no one questions why I'm waiting in
Wakanda as the Phoenix Five starts imploding due to external and internal
pressures.

When a Phoenix empowered Namor is on his way to wreak havoc on Wakanda I
teleported the majority of the Wakandans to safe harbor within Latveria via
mass teleportation technology. Some refuse to leave their homes or go to
Latveria and they stay behind to face the oncoming danger. Brave but kind
of stupid at the same time.

When Namor shows up at the border of Wakanda, I activated the Stark Shield
Generator, it only manages to slow him down for less than a minute as his
strength has been increased ten fold and he has class 5 hydrokinesis. I use
the minute to evacuate as many of the remaining Wakandans before Namor's
attack .

He launches a tidal wave at Wakanda and I face him head on, his
inexperience with hydrokinesis gives me the advantage as I fight his
hydrokinesis with my own. The Avengers join in the fight against Namor and
I knock him out and his portion of the Phoenix Force departs and spreads
between the other 4 members of what is now the Phoenix Four. The Avengers
take Namor away. Black Panther thanks me for evacuating his citizens.

I disperse the flood waters but the damage to Wakandan property is
extensive and dozens of civilians are dead. I teleport in the Wakandans and
help them with the restoration efforts while the other metahumans fight
between themselves.

Elsewhere the Avengers and the Phoenix empowered X men fight and infight
and eventually Xavier butts in when there is only Cyclops and Emma Frost
remaining.  Cyclops steals Emma Frost's portion of the Phoenix Force and
kills an interfering Xavier.

Hope Summer claims the Phoenix force after being denied it for over a
week. Then she releases the class 6 power source before she could succumb
to the psychological effects of being a class 6 mutant. In the process of
letting go of the Phoenix Force, the energy spreads across the globe and I
watch with interest as it infuses into millions of new mutants.

Cyclops is arrested and imprisoned for the murder of Xavier.

I have most of the samples I requested from my mercenaries. Wolverine's
blood on several bullets, Sage's hair, Ragnaroks severed finger, Gateways
blood and Tony Stark's semen from a discarded condom. Tony Stark's sample
wasn't ideal as I wanted to study his Extremis effected blood but it would
provide me with enough genetic material to make me a Tony Stark.

I find and recruit Dark Beast (another transdimensional refugee from
another timeline where Apocalypse had been in charge of the US and had him
perform experiments on other mutants) to serve as research scientist to
free me from having to turn water into mutant blood via
transubstatiation...

Since Taskmaster has completed his objective I give him a new task,
assisting me in training the Super Skrulls, enhanced Latverian soldiers and
average Asgardians while I work exclusively with Quentin, Bobby, Danger and
Balder. Quentin and I work together on telekinesis and telepathy, both of
which he surpasses me in raw power but I have more experience with
both. Bobby and I work together on elemental control, specifically water
and I work on enhancing his telepathic defenses further, layering psychic
shields in him to deter psychic invasion and possession by hostile
forces. Danger and I work on hand to hand combat, technopathic control and
weapons training. Balder gives me a chance to practice energy absorption
against the God of Light, who can also move as fast as light which makes
fighting him extremely difficult.


Month 9

Cyclops breaks out of his special prison after the only other mutant
prisoner is killed by other inmates. He leaves the warden disfigured with a
X on his head as he escapes with the help of Magneto and Illyana. Cyclops
publicly announces that he's going to start a mutant revolution.

With Dark Beast's help, we've developed a watered down variation on the MGH
(Mutant Growth Hormone) with Wolverine's blood... It essentially allows
humans to experience ten minutes of Wolverine's enhanced regeneration
without the addictive qualities (or at least lessened down to the addiction
to sugar or sex, rather than the addiction to heroin) of the former
version. I sell doses for about 50 bucks a dose at the local Latverian
hospital... It's a cure for most afflictions, other than genetic
conditions. Word gets out.

Due to various federal regulations around new drugs. The watered down
Wolverine blood is only legal to ingest,inject or inhale while within
Latveria. This has a useful benefit to Latveria's tourism industry as
millions of people come visit. Hotels, motels and Bed and breakfasts spring
up like weeds within Latveria. Off label usage is prolific as common side
effects include increase in bone density, hair growth and weight loss. As
such lots of balding and overweight men make use of a Wolverine dose for
superficial reasons. Doses are typically administered in the local
Latverian hospitals but doses are smuggled out for other uses.

We've labeled the Wolverine blood as Panacea. Panacea comes with the
warning that it is not to be used for genetic conditions as it has little
effect and in cases where organ transplants has occurred can be counter
productive (good organs can go bad). As thanks for Dark Beast's assistance
I cure him of the ill effects of his own genetic alterations via
restoration to the form I granted Shadow Beast a few universes ago and a
few decades ago. Dark Beast has succeeded in synthesizing and mass
producing Wolverine's blood in sufficient volumes for consumer demand.

I have a run in with Wolverine who objects to his blood being used as a
drug for the masses... I had let him pass through the security of the
fortress unmolested so that he could use his enhanced senses to track me to
Nate's former bedroom. Wolverine attacks me with his adamantium claws out
and it pierces my vibranium alloy armor and slides in half an inch into my
flesh. "Ow, that stings a little".

"How dare you make MGH with my blood?" Wolverine said, voice low, deep and
menacing.

"It's technically not MGH and you've answered my question about my armor's
durability and now I'm bored of you." I hurl him across the room with a tk
boosted 'water hand', idly throttling him till he passes out. Then I
teleported him into the nearest body of water and dunked him over and over
again into the water, as he splutters and curses. Eventually I get bored of
dunking Wolverine and tossed him into the middle of the Atlantic
Ocean. It'll take him a couple days to walk home.

Since I've observed Dark Beast's process for synthesizing and mass
manufacturing blood long enough to master the technique I've created a few
serums of my own. I've labeled them as Divinity, Inspiration and
Insight. Divinity is a dose of Ragnarok's blood which allows me access to
the Divine to amplify my energy absorption and energy manipulation
experiments and increase brute strength and durability. Inspiration is a
dose of Forge's blood which provides me with help in creating new
technological devices and or redesigning current devices. Insight is a dose
of Sage's blood which often provides me with more intellectual
capacity/processing power in order to deal with my 'other sight'
dilemma. Sometimes I use Inspiration and Insight together in order to
modify and improve cybernetic designs faster and easier.

With the chemical enhancements I've designed a modified antenna for Black
Bolt so that he can manipulate vibrations effectively to communicate and
telepathic lessons on how. I've also designed a new machine for Atillan
with an energy absorption interface out of vibranium alloy so that Black
Bolt can plug in and release some of his own energy safely in order to
provide power to his city.

I've given the Phalanx greater personal responsibility and independence
with Adam & Ben running the telekinetic training groups and Charlie and
Danny running the Help Bot manufacturing division. Edward and Fred oversee
the diplomatic embassy and the induction of the new citizens including
genetically screening their blood samples before I enhance them to
protomutants as well as selecting the tour guides for the new tourism
industry. George and Harry oversee the psionic surveillance of Latveria
with the help of shifts of the enhanced Latverian soldiers.

I interact with Balder as current ruler of Asgard on an infrequent basis
since technically they're an independent nation inside a larger nation and
relations between Latveria and Asgard are civil but guarded as the average
citizenry are awed and sometimes fearful of the Norse Gods come to Earth. I
see Balder more frequently as a sparring partner, as I practice defenses
against high speed attacks, practice trying to overcome his automatic
deflection of attacks and absorb his light and heat blasts. Sometimes I
take a dose of Divinity before a sparring session to boost my speed and
power during the match but not very often as using it as a way to channel
the Divine frequently leaves me weakened for hours afterwards as my body
tries to reestablish equilibrium.

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Well that was a longish middle for a chapter, lots of stuff going on in the
background in this universe and prep work... Next chapter Victor faces his
greatest threat and is forced to call upon help from everyone he thinks
might be of use in order to stop the multiversal threat from destroying
everything and everyone.