Chapter 8: Chapter 8 - The Redhead, The Celestial & Love Triangle III
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The blue side of the moon.
"I have borne witness to his ascent—from a fragile mortal shell to something far beyond. Once bound by flesh, now crowned in power. He holds the flame of the Phoenix, the strength of a mutant. What is he? What drives his return, again and again, from the brink? The answers remain veiled. I cannot guide, cannot alter the course. I am bound to observe. Only to watch."
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Hell.
"That's it? That's all I needed to do? Throw in a redheaded seductress? Seriously?!" Mephisto glared at the turn of events. Of course, he didn't mess with the Phoenix Force, but he watched it all. "It won't work now. He's aware of seduction."
Sighing, Mephisto finally stopped looking at the man and looked at a different human, a caveman that he'd gifted the Spirit of Vengence.
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Some may ask, how does a man spend ninety-nine million years without getting bored? The answer was simple. Marshall was always bored. And he did anything and everything to fight that boredom.
If you're brave enough, anything can be entertainment. Watching animals make babies? Watching another animal eat those babies? Then watching that animal who ate the babies get eaten by something else. Watching the circle of life was interesting.
But it wasn't always effective. So, whenever he was too bored, he dug holes, caves, and entire mountains. He followed clouds until the sea would stop him. At that point, one could say that Marshall was indeed insane.
That day, after flying randomly in a direction, and not finding that curvy woman anywhere, Marshall descended to the cliffside of a tall mountain and started digging with Marty right beside him. Even with telekinesis, he used his hands to dig the mountain simply because it was time-consuming. And he really wanted to pass the time.
For two whole months, he did nothing but dig through the cliffside, making himself an apartment of sorts. The best part was that he had to make it big enough for Marty, which meant spending more time doing it.
With an occasional bout of those 'sex, sex, sex…' chants in his head, and his usual counterattack of singing Baby Shark, he considered himself a fine, intelligent, upstanding young man.
"Let's find some furniture now."
So, he spent another month hunting wild mammoths, skinning them, and chopping trees to make tables, chairs, and doors. One may call it wasting time, and they would be right. That was his intent.
Soon enough, he had his proud new crib ready. It had two floors, the bottom was just a massive hall where Marty slept. The upper one was a big room where Marshall rested. It was fitted with a stone bed with the best bedding, a table, a chair, and a lot of bowls and spoons made of wood. He had carved them by hand, one scratch at a time. By now, he had forgotten how many cribs he had across the world. But that was a headache for future historians, not him.
Boom!
"Mrrrrr~"
"It's probably a storm, Marty." Marshall got up from his wooden, swinging recliner chair, waking up from his afternoon nap. He walked over to the window and noticed the dark clouds in the sky. Seeing them, a question came to his mind.
Earth must look like modern Earth now. He reckoned, wondering where he was. Wait, I can just see it for myself.
"Marty, I'll be back later. There's enough meat for a meal."
Saying that, he jumped straight out of the window overlooking a steep cliff. His hands and feet then caught fire and he shot into the sky like a rocket. It was the best feeling in the world for him. Although he was fucked up in the end, being able to do things like that, superhero powers he called, was a blessing. Endless barbecues, cooking an entire mammoth, was now a thing.
Shwooooo~
He shot straight through the clouds, getting drenched in the process. He kept going until he finally saw the curvature of the Earth, and breathing became hard. But the cold or the heat didn't affect him.
Not planning to dumbly go to space, he looked back down at Earth finally and saw it. The beautiful, shiny blue ball suspended in space. In a true sense, he felt like a superhero at that moment.
Like that Iron Man moment. Man, this is crazy. What the fuck am I? Really?
When looking down at Earth from the sky, those questions arose without warning. He had no answer, so he looked for his location, and sure enough, the world map looked like what he remembered.
I'm in South Africa, I think… When did I cross the entire northern Africa?
Knowing that modern civilizations won't be arising there anytime soon, he decided to make that place his home for the next million or so years until humans actually start thinking and exploring, and looking like humans.
Wooosh!
And then, he dived back down, splitting through the air. The air hitting his face made it hard to breathe, but he just held his breath.
She said there were seven more guys. He couldn't help but remember the words Firehair had said. Should have listened to what she was saying first.
As he dipped below the clouds and got a clear view of the slightly darkened grounds, he noticed something in the far distance. It looked like a shadow of a giant man as tall as the mountains. It was moving sluggishly.
What's that?
Midway, he changed the direction of the flight. He flew fast and soon enough he realized the giant figure was even taller than the mountains as its head was far above the clouds. It looked like it was moving slowly, but in reality, it was insanely fast due to its size.
What the hell is this?
Right when he noticed a purple color on the giant creature, he saw a fiery dot flying around its body and blasting beams of fire on it. There was also thunder here and there, then another larger ball of fire in the shape of a mammoth.
W-What is this?
In his hundred million years, he had never seen something so creepy and confusing. He had explored the deep oceans and that didn't scare him. But this impossible sight was too much to just digest and ignore. How could a creature be that tall?
Is that a mecha?
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Firehair regretted how she treated Marshall that day. Now, as she and her team fought against Zgreb the Sorrower, the Dark Celestial, and struggled, she wished Marshell had joined them. He had the same powers as her, after all. Perhaps another set of cosmic flames would have helped.
She looked around and saw Agamotto bruised and battered, the same was the case for Odin, whose helmet looked cracked. Starbrand was in a similar state. Black Panther wasn't much use, his strikes barely doing anything. Only she, Moon Knight, and Ghost Rider were still fighting at full strength as all hosted a boundless, otherworldly energy source within.
"Phoenix! My love! Move!" Odin roared and raised his hammer high that sometimes didn't listen to him. Now was that time. "IN THE NAME OF ASGARD!"
BOOM!
A blast of energy shot from the Celestial's body and struck Odin right in the face, knocking him unconscious and throwing him far toward the ground. Mjolnir didn't respond and also fell to the ground.
Firehair sighed as her admirer was knocked away. They had been battling for multiple days now and the Dark Celestial was proving too much despite its wounded state by the Horde. She was tired and on the verge of losing her mind.
If… I hadn't killed him…
Shaking her head, she flew towards the head of the Dark Celestial and struck it there, onto his helmet-like head.
BOOOM!
The cosmic fire surged through her entire body like a big, wide beam and hit the Dark Celestial. The effects were clear, there were bruises, but not enough to kill the Celestial.
"Just a little more, Phoenix." Firehair pleaded for the Phoenix Force to support her. "I feel we can make an opening!"
You don't have much energy left in you, child. You are but a host of my true essence. You are not limitless like that man.
She clenched her teeth and focused. She kept firing the cosmic flames. She kept at it, and then, she couldn't. Her eyelids became heavy and they gently fluttered close. She lost herself to a momentary blackout due to exhaustion. From the great height, she started to fall towards the ground.
Shwoooooo~
"Gotcha!"
"Hm?" Firehair heard that annoying voice and woke up for a moment. Then her eyes opened wide, feeling those arms holding her behind her back and under her knees. She looked at his face and it was him. "Y-You!"
"Heh—I know, I said I don't give a damn. But I guess a damsel in distress does make a fine case. Don't worry, I'm pretty affordable—just a kiss'll do."
"Marshall!" Firehair exclaimed, excited and happy. She instinctively grabbed his face, feeling his rough beard on her palm. "You came!"
"Well, not the way I wanted to bu—"
"You came for me?!"
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