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Angel In The Attic	By : fusedtwilight Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angel in the Attic
Chapter 30
Fusedtwilight: Thank you to my beta Lisa for betaing and of course the readers.
Last chapter Azazel rewrote history and with the help of some spirits Michael was saved and now must find a way to undo what Azazel has done. But Michael will soon learn people he once knew as friends will be his sworn enemies in this new world.
Michael and the other resistance members were walking through the sewers.
After Michael scared off Abyss they had all found the nearest manhole before any reinforcements could show up.
Michael was walking behind Anna and he kept on looking at her.
He kept on thinking about the scar on her face. The idea of someone doing that to her made him want to incinerate something.
Julian walked up next to him, looking at his now-folded wings.
"So, this explains why you never took your shirt off," he said.
"Sorry, but I had to keep a low profile," Michael said. "What about everyone else? What about the home?"
"As soon as they took you we contacted the resistance. We had everyone leave and go into hiding. They are safe now," Julian replied.
"So I thought you had nothing to do with the resistance?" Michael asked.
"I lied of course. I only knew you for ten days; how did I know you were not some Neyaphem spy?"
"Where are we going now?" Michael asked.
"HQ. The resistance has some questions for you," Anna said.
Azazel stood in the lab with Kurt and Abyss.
They had taken the blood samples from the van where Michael had been shot. Azazel had ordered a DNA analysis.
Azazel couldn't believe it could be a Cheyarafim. It was impossible. Just because he had wings didn't mean anything. Plenty of mutants had wings, why there were a few Neyaphem who had bird-like wings. And just because the energy he shot was white didn't mean it was empyreal fire; lots of energy projectors manipulated energy that was white.
This analysis would put his fears to rest.
One of the scientists was typing on a large computer. Finally they got the results and the scientist's eyes (all three of them), (lol) widened in disbelief.
"What is it?" Azazel asked.
"We searched for any irregularities as you instructed. As you know some mutants' DNA can have compounds or chemicals that others do not. But I have never seen this before!"
"What is it?!" Azazel asked again with more impatience.
"There is neutron-degenerate matter in his blood," the scientist said. He showed a picture of Michael's blood and they saw red blood cells as well as sapphire blue crystals.
"It can't be!" Azazel exclaimed.
"What the hell is that?" Abyss asked.
"Neutron-degenerate matter is found in the heart of stars. It is a very dense substance," Kurt said.
But what Kurt or anyone else knew was that neutron-degenerate matter was found in empyreal flame.
Any doubt Azazel had, that this Michael wasn't a Cheyarafim, was gone. But the question was, how could he still exist?
There was some trickery at work here.
"We must find the boy! I want him dead! He is now enemy number one! I want all resources dedicated to finding and killing him!"
Abyss and Kurt looked at their father with surprise.
"But he is just one measly boy, hardly worth such an effort," Kurt said.
"Do not question me!" Azazel snarled. "Find this boy and kill him!"
He turned and left, leaving his sons to ponder their father's strange behavior.
As Azazel walked down the hall the shadows began to move.
He was so deep in thought he didn't not realize something was amiss until the shadows had wrapped around him, pulling him into their dark depths.

On the other side of the world the shadows spat Azazel out like one would spit out something that tasted sour.
He found himself hearing the roar of a large crowd. He looked up and saw a big couch, overlooking a coliseum.
"Hello, Azazel," a familiar voice greeted.
"Selene! What in the nine hells do you think you are doing kidnapping me?!" Azazel snarled getting up and walking to speak to her.
She was watching a game; the coliseum was filled with screaming people.
Gladiators were fighting each other.
"First of all, there is more than nine hells, you should know that, Azazel. Second, do not speak to me in that manner," Selene said coldly.
A servant brought her a cup of wine which she sipped from.
"So, I take it you found the source of the temporal anomaly?"
"I believe so, yes," Azazel said.
"I know you have. Do not try to deceive me. Several hours ago I sensed something, Azazel. Care to guess what it was?"
Azazel already had a feeling he knew what.
"I sensed something I have not sensed in a long time: someone using empyreal flame, a massive amount of it too. We both know only a sorcerer who practices the strongest of white magic can summon that power. So tell me exactly what is going on."
Knowing it was futile and dangerous to lie to her, Azazel told her about Michael.
"We found the one responsible for the disturbance you felt. I believe he comes from an alternate reality. He fought my son Abyss, and managed to force him to retreat."
Selene smiled. "Marvelous. I want you to bring him to me, Azazel, alive."
She waved her hand and a door in the arena opened. The crowd began to cheer madly with anticipation, but the gladiators looked terrified.
A short man walked out from the door, he was wearing only a loincloth. It was nothing as impressive as the gladiators with their armor and weapons, yet the man had a look of pure rage, baring his teeth and snarling like some wild animal.
He raised his fists.
SNIKT!
SNIKT!
Three metal claws shotout from the man's knuckles. He let out a mighty war cry and began to slaughter the gladiators.
Logan had been a member of the resistance; he was one of their best fighters and leaders. When Azazel finally managed to capture him, which cost him many Neyaphem lives, he decided to give him a fate worse than death.
He gave him to Selene.
The malevolent witch used her dark magic to strip the once-noble savage warrior of his honor and virtue until the light that made him the Wolverine was snuffed out and all that remained was a dark bloodthirsty animal.
He was her creature now, her killing machine, her prized pet that could only kill and kill and kill.
"Why?" Azazel asked.
"I would not expect you to understand. For someone like me, who feeds on the life-force on others, to have fed on someone who wields the empyreal flame, which is the purest form of life, is like the food of the gods. The last time I fed on it was when I fought a mage who tried to protect Asherah. For this traveler to be able to summon such an amount, I can only imagine the way his spirit will taste, like eating a hundred souls in an instant. So you will bring him to me, Azazel. Alive."
He knew that once Selene wanted something, she could not be denied.
"Very well, Selene. Now if you could return me to my kingdom…"
Selene waved her hand and the shadows once again appeared and he was returned to his kingdom.
Selene watched her pet as he stood over the bodies of the gladiators, howling with savage delight.
"Bring me my crystal ball!" Selene demanded.
One of the servants stepped forward carrying small glass ball on a red pillow.
She knelt before Selene and the witch waved her hand over the ball.
"If that snake thinks I trust him not to screw this up, he better think again. Alright my little wanderer, let's see who you are."
An image began to appear in the ball; it was blurry at first and then came into focus.
"Well, aren't we fair of face: such lovely amber eyes and what curly black hair."
Michael began to stretch and Selene admired his figure.
"A very well-muscled for a boy his age. Fair of face, a little burly body and-" A soft gasp escaped her lips as she saw his wings extend from his back. "And wings white as snow? Oh Azazel, I knew there was something you were not telling me. But why? The boy may look like one of the host but if he had a drop of their holy blood in his veins I would sense it. So why the secrecy?"
She waved the servant away and called forth one of her guards.
"Summon Jacob, tell him I have a job for him," Selene instructed.

Michael didn't know why but he had the strangest feeling like he was being watched.
He had been locked in a room and he didn't like it; it was so small and stuffy.
They had been led to a large hidden cavern, using mutants with telepathic, illusion, and various other powers that kept them from being detected.
The source of the power for the base was several mutants who had electro-kinetic abilities; Noriko was one of them. They combined their abilities to make enough power to energize a whole city.
As they walked through the base they had received many looks, or rather Michael had. Many kept on pointing at his wings.
Apparently Michael was the only known mutant that ever existed who looked like an angel.
The door opened and Michael was surprised to see who walked in.
Charles Xavier, sans wheelchair, and Erik Lensherr, or as Michael knew him, Magneto.
"Good evening, young man. We need to have a talk," Magneto said.
"My name is Charles Xavier. This is Erik Lensherr. We are the leaders of the resistance."
Michael bowed his head. "Thank you both. I cannot tell you how grateful and honored I am to meet you."
"Michael, was it? We have been looking for you for over a week." Magneto asked.
"Why?" Michael asked.
"Our spies in Azazel's empire alerted us that he was searching for someone; a mutant who may have developed time-travel abilities. We have been hoping to find you before he could," Xavier explained.
It was so very odd to see his old mentor again. Even in this universe he still had that same kind and caring attitude that made you trust him.
Magneto, though he wasn't wearing his uniform, still had a stern look and held himself rather stiffly.
Even if this version of Magneto didn't kidnap him and try and use him as a doomsday weapon, Michael still had a strong desire to hit him with a blast of angel fire.
"We have already talked with Julian about you, Michael. He told us his theory about where you come from, but we would like to the know the truth," Xavier said.
"Why ask me when you can just read my mind?" Michael asked.
They both looked surprised. "How do you know he is a telepath?" Magneto asked.
"The same way I know you manipulate magnetic fields. I've met you both already."
"Explain!" Magneto demanded.
"I am from an alternate timeline. Azazel used a magical device to alter history so the Neyaphem are the rulers of the world. But thanks to the help of some super powerful angels made by Lucifer, I was saved before my timeline was erased and sent here to stop Azazel."
"What fools do you take us for?!" Magneto snarled.
Michael's bed suddenly slid forward and pinned Michael against the wall.
"You better start telling us the truth, boy or-"
"Actually Erik, he is telling the truth," Xavier said looking amazed. "I am reading his mind and he is not deceiving us. I detect mental blocks that have my psychic imprint on them."
"Yeah, you gave those to me when I developed telepathy. I wasn't in the mood to deal with it so I had you put them in there," Michael said.
Xavier looked to Magneto. "Let him go, Erik. We need to call a meeting. We have finally found the miracle we have been praying for."

Back on the burning planes, the empyreal spirits were watching Michael's progress.
"Finally, the boy is making headway," Talos said.
"But now Azazel and Selene have their sights set on him," Eion said.
"Michael has the resistance protecting him now. It won't be much longer before he finds Gateway," Phanes said.
"Still, I wonder how he will fair when he must face an old friend," Talos said.
"A friend who is no friend in that world," Phanes said.
"You know how mortals are in these situations. Were it Yahweh, I would not worry, but this boy is more tender-hearted. He might hesitate."
"Have faith. Michael knows what is at stake," Phanes said.

Azazel was in his war room talking with his generals; some of them were his children, others were members of the Neyaphem.
They were going over possible resistance hideouts when a solider came running in.
"Lord Azazel, some of Selene's hunters have arrived from Rome!"
"What do you mean?" Azazel asked.
"They just arrived unannounced sir. They say Selene sent them here to aid in capturing the winged mutant!"
"Send them in!"
The solider bowed and left to bring the hunters in.
They all wore black leather and their suits bore the crest of Selene.
They all had an animal mutation. Selene had a fondness for those who had a feral nature, and those she took a liking too she liked to add to her little Zoo of horrors where she trained them to be expert trackers and killers. She used her dark magic to improve their mutations, making them stronger.
Some went gladly, others, fearing the loss of their humanity, received the same treatment Logan did and had their humanity stripped away.
First there was Anole. You would not recognize him now. He was much more muscular now; his arm in the old reality had been massive and clawed with denser scales, but thanks to Selene, his whole body was like that now. His face was flatter, lacking a nose and his eyes a solid black. He had a prehensile tail now and his claws could secrete a toxin that could paralyze a person with just one cut.
Sabertooth was still his same old homicidal self. Save for the fact his teeth were now much larger and his whole body was covered in shaggy blonde fur making him look more cat-like. He had gone to Selene willingly and was one of her favorites.
The sisters Thorn and Feral stood side by side, glaring at everyone in the room.
Daken, the son of Wolverine, found by Selene at a young age she had taken him in and raised him like he was her own. It was he who helped capture Wolverine his own father. Logan, having thought his son died while in the womb of his mother, could not bring himself to kill his own son, it had proven to be his undoing.
Wolfcub, the only one not wearing clothes, looked like a true wolf-man with brown fur covering his whole body and his head was just like a wolf's.
He stood close to his master and the leader of this pack.
Jacob Star-Child: the Wendigo.
He was in his human form but his eyes were a solid searing red color.
The myth of the Wendigo says when a human commits the act of cannibalism, the transgressor is cursed to become the Wendigo; a mindless monster who only eats and eats and eats.
Like in the old universe, Jacob had been a mutant whose mutation gave him an appearance and abilities similar to the mythic beast.
Jacob had found Wolfcub wandering the woods and took him into his tribe.
They had been attacked by the Neyaphem and captured, sent to Rome as a gift to Selene who was well-known to like feral mutants.
Jacob had been a pain in Azazel's side for a while, keeping his tribe safe and raiding for supplies and costing Azazel lots of lives, so sending him to Selene brought him great pleasure.
Selene took huge interest in Jacob. She saw great potential in him and tried torturing the humanity from him. But Jacob had been strong, he resisted her pain, but in the end Selene found the perfect way to break his soul.
She kept him confined. Never giving him food nor drink, until his animal side fully took over. Until he was nothing but a hungry beast.
Then, in an act of pure cruelty and evil the likes of which only a mind as twisted as hers could come up with, she had his family, the people he loved and cared for more than anything, tossed in his cage.
When Jacob finally regained his senses, his family's mutilated bodies littered his cage, their blood still fresh in his mouth.
The horror of what he had done broke his spirit, shattering his will to continue and opened his heart to darkness.
Selene then used her magic to afflict Jacob with the Wendigo curse.
But she had modified it; she had plenty of mindless monsters. What she wanted was a monster that could kill and hunt without remorse, but still had the mentality that made man the apex predator.
The power of the Wendigo fused with Jacob's mutation, causing all his abilities to skyrocket beyond what they had been capable of before. This made him the king of alphas, the apex of all predators, a monster of darkest imagination.
Jacob was now Wendigo.
To show his new evil nature Selene had him teach Wolfcub how to be a monster as well, distorting their brotherly bond into something dark and twisted. Their bond was no longer of brothers, but a master and his slave.
"Lord Azazel, Lady Selene has sent my squad and me here to aid in the capture of the winged mutant," Jacob said.
"You can just return to your master and tell her I do not need her help!" Azazel snapped.
It was just like Selene to do something like this, sending her people into his domain as if she owned it. If he did something like this she would rain hellfire on his head.
"Lady Selene gave clear instructions. We are to aid in bringing her this boy. Alive," Jake said firmly.
Azazel growled in frustration. "Fine! I have no time for this! My son Abyss will take you to where the attack took place. He is in the medical ward; I will have him come to you. Now leave!"
They all bowed their heads and left.
Once the door closed Kurt spoke to his father.
"Is it vise to have Abyss help them? You know he desires ze boy's head."
"I know, and I am counting on that!"
"Father?"
"Listen to me Kurt, I want this boy dead! The order remains the same."
"But Selene-"
"Can go to hell! Mephistopheles knows she would love to. This boy is too dangerous to allow to live! We can just say it was an accident. If her pack of mongrels get in the way, then you can kill them as well."
"Yes, Father, I vill not fail you," Kurt said bowing his head.

As they drove to where the attack happened, Jacob and his team were in the back of a large convoy.
Wolfcub sat at his feet like a well trained dog. Feral and Thorn sat on either side of Jacob, their hands and tails gently caressed his body.
They were his mates; he planned on breeding them after the mission. Selene approved the idea. One of her favorite pastimes was crossbreeding her menagerie of beasts to create new monstrosities.
"Wendigo, something doesn't smell right about this. I don't think Azazel plans on giving that boy to our mistress," Daken said.
No one ever called Jacob by his true name, save Selene. They knew better. The person who was once Jacob Star-child was dead, only Wendigo remained, and if anyone ever thought they could get away with calling him that to their face, they tended to die an early death.
"No he does not. I heard him as we left. He wants the boy dead."
Jacob's abilities far outstripped the others thanks to the merging of the Wendigo curse with his mutant power. He had heard what Azazel said to Kurt as they had been escorted down the hall.
"Why the hell would he risk pissing off Selene?" Sabertooth asked.
"It matters not. All we need to do is find the boy and bring him to her. I am sure he can tell us why when we capture him," Jacob asked.
"And what about the Neyaphem?" Anole asked with a hiss.
"Then we tear them the fuck apart and eat their entrails," Jacob said with a savage grin.
"Oh darling, I love when you talk dirty like that," Thorn said.
"I cannot wait until this mission is over and we have you all to ourselves," Feral said.
Jacob just chuckled and nuzzled her neck.
Wolfcub, as always, was silent; he had not spoken anything more than a snarl in a long time. He watched the trio, remembering the good old days before Selene corrupted his blood brother.
He had his own agenda; he had his own plan for the winged mutant. It was his last hope, a very slim one that had almost no chance of success.
But still he had to try.
For Jacob.

After Xavier had scanned his mind, Magneto and he called a meeting.
Even with their leader telling them what he seen, they still found it to be a hard pill to swallow.
"This is just impossible!" Amelia said.
"I have to agree sir, this is just way too out there," Scott said.
"That's an understatement," Pietro said.
"I can assure you, all this is the truth. This world only exists because Azazel has altered time to suit his own twisted needs."
"All because he killed some guy like a million years ago?" Bobby asked.
"Actually it was about ten thousand or so ago," Michael said. "The Cheyarafim fought the Neyaphem for centuries and in the end banished them to another dimension. But when Azazel killed Adonai in the past, Selene was able to steal his wife's power and become the monster she is today and the Cheyarafim never existed, so no one was there to stop the Neyaphem's conquest of the world."
"And if we find this Gateway then he can send you back in time to stop Azazel and keep any of this from happening?" Scott asked.
"Yeah."
"Then you have already failed. Azazel has anyone with time powers killed, even the Neyaphem," Magneto said.
"The spirits told me he was alive. You wouldn't happen to have a Cerebro around here, would you?" Michael asked.
"A what?"
"It's a device you and the professor...I mean Xavier built in my timeline to find mutants. It increases a telepath's abilities and allows them to scan the world."
"Really? Amazing!" Xavier said.
"Sadly, we do not have something like that," Magneto said.
"Then this is pointless. We can't go to the Pit; it is a no man's land."
Before Xavier could speak his eyes widened in horror.
"They are coming!" he said.
No one needed to ask who 'they' were. Scott was soon booming orders and people were getting ready.
"How could they have found us?" Magneto asked.
"Selene sent her pets to help track us," Xavier said.
"You men the Wendigo?" Magneto asked.
"I am afraid so," Xavier said.
Magneto turned and spoke to those gathered.
"We must protect Michael. If he dies, our hope for a better world dies with him!"
"I will help protect him!" Anna said.
"My dear, I highly doubt you are qualified for such an important-"
Before he could finish Anna tossed a dagger at him without hesitation or warning. He used his power to stop it just an inch before it hit him in the left eye.
"Never mind," Magneto said.
Anna was taking Michael through the armory.
"You know how to use a gun?" she asked.
"I prefer to use my angel fire," Michael said.
"Is that what you call that energy?" she asked grabbing several guns and knives and putting them in their holsters.
"Yeah. It's really...volatile."
Anna had wrapped a strap of grenades around her chest.
Was it bad if he thought seeing her gear up for a battle was...hot?
She saw the look he was giving her and put her hands on her hips.
"See something you like, pretty boy?"
She gave him a sultry smile.
Michael's face turned red and he began to stutter.
"No! I mean yes! I mean...um...you are very beefy...I mean, you look like you work out a lot, and you seem to be really skilled at this, and it is impressive a woman can be such a skilled fighter...I mean not that a woman can't be a fighter, it's just someone as beautiful as you doesn't seem like she should be in this sort of thing."
Anna just smiled. The way Michael got so nervous was cute.
"You think I am beautiful, huh?" she asked.
"Yes," Michael said looking at the floor with a smile.
"Even with this?" she asked pointing to her scar.
"I think you are beautiful no matter what."
His eyes moved from the floor to her eyes. Anna was surprised to see the sincerity and intensity in his eyes.
"How did you get it? Who did this to you?"
She was surprised by the tone he used. Anger. The kind of anger a person uses when someone they love is hurt.
"My family were servants to some very rich and powerful Neyaphem. Life he wasn't too bad for us. The family didn't beat us or torture us like some of the others like to do. And we got to live in some decent quarters. They had a son, rather good looking for a Neyaphem. Spoiled rotten, threw wild extravagant parties, and blew his parent's money on expensive things. He was also known for being a womanizer. When I turned fourteen he took an interest in me. He was sweet and charming at first, but I refused him. I knew better then to get mixed up with Neyaphem. Over time he became more insistent, more aggressive. My parents tried to keep me as far from him as they could. But one day as I was doing the laundry he accosted me. There was a struggle and I tossed a bottle of bleach into his face."
"I take it he didn't take kindly to that."
"Neither did his parents. It didn't matter if he was in the wrong and I was defending myself. I was just a lowly human slave and he was a Neyaphem of noble blood. I should have been honored he took an interest in me. So they killed my parents and my brothers. I was going to die to but their son had a better idea. He decided to let me live so I could continue on with the pain of being responsible for my family's death. And he scarred my face so no man would ever love me. Then they tossed me out on the streets with no referrals and I had to struggle to survive. Eventually I managed to find the resistance and I swore I would avenge my family. Even if it killed me."
Michael walked over to her and put his hand on her face. His expression was one of sorrow and pain.
"I am so sorry."
His eyes glistened with unshed tears. If only he had been there. He would have done more then throw bleach in the bastard's eyes. He would have burned his dick off.
His Anna, his sweet Anna, had to endure such a hardship.
Anna found herself leaning into his touch. Anna was not known for being the type to welcome comfort. Sure she had sex to blow off steam, but she never had a relationship. Pain and loss had hardened her in that way.
Yet here she was, craving his touch like a girl who craves her crush to touch her.
She looked him in the face, connecting the dots. They way he looked at her, and the pain in his eyes when she told him what happened, and this moment that was happening between them.
"Who are you?"
"I told you."
"To me...who are you to me. You're from another universe, right? Do you know me there?"
"Yes, I know you. We're in love, you and I."
"Love?"
"Yes. Your family hates me because I am a mutant, and they are doing their best to keep us apart, but we are very clever."
Their faces slowly began to move to one another until their lips connected.
They pulled away and Anna had tears running down her face. Michael wiped them away and hugged her tight.
"I am so sorry, Anna. I promise I will fix this. I will get you your family back and I will make everything better. Starting with this."
He placed his hand on her scar. It glowed and when he pulled it away the scar was gone. Anna put her hand to her face, her fingers running over her now smooth perfect skin.
She offered him a gun. "Come on, let's go fix the world."
Michael pushed the gun away. "I told you, I prefer using my angel fire."
He held out his hand and his spear appeared in a flash of light.
"Holy shit!" Anna exclaimed.
Michael smiled.
"You want to touch it?"
"Hell yeah!"
She began to run her hands up and down the length of the spear.
"Oh wow, it's so thick and smooth!"
"Yeah I get that a lot," Michael said with a grin.
"Excuse me."
Michael and Anna turned to see Julian standing at the doorway.
"I hate to interrupt, but if you are done stroking Michael's spear, we have a battle to win."

In the main hall of the freedom fighters HQ they were all listening to the reports.
"What do you mean they vanished?" Magneto asked.
"Our men were fighting them in the tunnels, then they all began to retreat and just vanished; our telepaths can't even get a lock on them. It's like they all just disappeared," one of the soldiers said, listening to incoming reports through his radio.
"I can't sense them either. Something is amiss. Why would they attack full force only to suddenly vanish?" Xavier said.
He tried to focus his power, trying to locate any sign of the Neyaphem. His range was greater than the other telepaths and he was more experienced at detecting any anomalies in the psychic frequencies, so if someone was using some kind of cloaking technology, he would be able to sense the signs.
"I don't like this, Charles. Something is wrong," Magneto said.
"The whole world is wrong, Erik. We need to find Gateway and get him to send Michael into the past to stop all this from happening. We need to get him out of here before-"
A look of horrified shock appeared on Xavier's face.
"Damnation!" he yelled.
"Charles?" Magneto asked.
A black void appeared in the ceiling. Abyss sneering face grinned down at them.
"Hello little rebels, I bring greetings from your lord and my father, Azazel."
Neyaphem soldiers began to pour out of him, among them, Nightcrawler and Selene's team of trackers.
Needless to say, all hell broke loose.

Michael, Anna, and Julian were walking down a tunnel when they heard the sounds of fighting.
Julian and Anna's communicators were going off about the infiltration.
"Alright boys, let's kill us some Neyaphem!" Anna said cocking her gun.
Michael leaned in close to Julian. "Isn't she hot when she gets all gun-ho?"
"I heard that, bird boy," Anna said with a smirk.
"Come on, let's go help them!" Michael said.
He went to run down the tunnel but Julian stopped him. "No, you two need to leave!"
"What?!" Anna and Michael said.
Julian walked over to the wall of the tunnel and pressed his hand against one of the bricks. The whole wall began to move and shift. It reminded Michael of that first Harry Potter movie he saw with his team.
"Michael, you are too valuable to risk being killed. Anna, you need to get him out of here. Find one of our cells and tell them what is going on. We will hold them off."
"But Julian-"
"That is an order, solider!" Julian yelled.
Anna gritted her teeth but relented. Julian walked over to Michael and put his hand on his shoulder.
"We need you to survive, Michael. You're the only one who can make sure none of this happens. Now go!"
Michael's grip on his spear tightened.
"I won't let you down, I promise."
"I know."
Michael and Anna began to run down the tunnel. It closed up behind them.
Julian ran down the tunnel, his green aura blazing with light.
"Come on!" Anna said quietly but urgently.

They were walking through the underpasses, having emerged from the secret tunnel they discovered that once the Neyaphem had sent word they had infiltrated the rebel base they called for the rest of the troops to come in and now the underground was quickly filling up with solders.
So now it was proving to be more of an issue trying to get out of the tunnels.
Anna held her rifle close and Michael held his spear at the ready.
"So who is this Wendigo?" Michael asked. "Everyone seemed worried to hear he was here."
"Selene has a thing for mutants with an animal mutation. She likes to strip away their humanity and make them true animals. We lost our best warrior to her. Logan was one of the best, now he entertains that evil bitch in her coliseum."
"Logan? Wolverine?"
"I see you know him."
"In my reality he is a teacher, a very small, scary teacher who thrives on driving us to the brink of madness and terror, but a good teacher nonetheless."
Anna smirked. "Sounds like the Logan I know."
They continued on their journey and Anna continued her tale.
"They say the Wendigo was once a proud warrior. But Azazel captured him and sent him to Selene as a gift. By the time she got done with him he was her most lethal weapon. The leader of her pack of monsters and-"
"Freeze!"
Several Neyaphem jumped from a large drain, their weapons trained on them. Anna raised her gun and Michael raised his spear.
"It's the winged mutant!" one of the guards said.
"We have our orders, shoot to kill!"
Michael was about to summon a wall of angel fire to shield them but before he could, something attacked the soldiers from behind, tearing them apart.
The creature looked like one of the werewolves from Underworld, only his fur was brown and his muzzle wider and thicker.
"I have been searching for you."
Michael recognized the voice right away.
"Nick?" he whispered.
Anna raised her rifle, preparing to shoot him.
"No wait!" Michael said.
"He's one of Selene's!" Anna hissed.
"Wait, I need your help!" Nick said.
"Go to hell, monster!"
"Anna, wait!"
Michael took a deep breath and activated his soul sight. He looked to Nick and saw his aura dark with many colors. The strongest was pain. The pain of the heart. Failure, despair, misery, rage, blood lust, and a small speck that shined out amongst all that darkness.
Hope.
"What do you want?"
"Michael!"
"Anna, he saved us. I would like to know why," Michael said.
"Is it true you can break curses?" Nick asked.
"How did you know?" Michael asked.
"Before we left Rome Selene spoke to Jacob. Warning him."
"Jacob?"
"Wendigo. His name is...was Jacob."
"You don't mean Jacob Star-Child, do you?"
"Yes. How do you know?"
"Oh God, not him."
"Michael, we don't have time for this," Anna said keeping her rifle raised.
"Jacob was a good man, he was my brother. But Selene broke him, made him into a monster. She infused him with her dark magic making him into the Wendigo. For years I have followed him, watching with fear and shame as my blood brother became the abomination he is today. But if you help me then I can help you."
"We don't have time for this shit!" Anna said.
"Please!" Nick begged. He got on his knees and bowed his head. "Please, you don't know what it is like, to watch someone you love become a monster. All I could do was watch him murder without mercy. I tried to reach him, I tried to bring him back. But he tortured me, he made me his servant. If you can break the curse then we can tell you secrets, secrets about Selene and Azazel. Secrets the resistance could use."
"We don't need secrets; we need to get out of here!" Anna snapped.
"Nick, listen to me," Michael said.
He gave Michael a funny look. At least Michael though it might have been a funny look. His face was so wolf-like it was tricky for Michael to judge his facial expressions.
"You know me?"
"Yes. Listen. I am from another world. Azazel changed time when he killed a man who was supposed to be born thousands of years ago. This man would be the father of a great people who would fight against the Neyaphem. In that world the Neyaphem were defeated and banished. Our world is not supposed to be like this!"
"And we know one another?"
"Yes, we're friends! You trained to be a hero; your code name was WolfCub. You and Jacob are best friends!"
"And how are you going to stop Azazel?"
"If I can find a special mutant then I can travel back in time and stop Azazel. None of this will have happened!"
A tear fell down Nick's face. "Alright, I will help. Come with me, I can-"
Two swords pierced Nick's chest, he let out a death gurgle and fell forward. Michael watched as his light died away and vanished.
He was dead.
Nightcrawler stepped forward, or rather the Nightcrawler of this world. His soul did not give the warmth and benevolence the Kurt, Michael knew did.
His soul was dark and evil.
They had a hard time seeing him because Kurt's mutation gave him partial invisibility when he was in the shadows. The only thing that gave him away was his glowing yellow eyes.
"Bad dog," Kurt said looking at Nick.
"You killed him!" Michael said, aghast.
"And now I am going to kill you. Sorry, but after hearing your little speech I understand vhy father wants you dead so bad."
Kurt raised his swords.
"Kurt, wait! I know you! In my world you are a teacher, a Catholic, a follower of God! This isn't you!"
"But this is me. I am not the Kurt you know. Now stand still, angel boy, I will make this quick."
"Die!" Anna yelled.
She fired her rifle but Kurt teleported, knowing instinctively where he was going to strike Michael from behind. But Michael blocked his attack with his spear.
Anna raised her rifle to shoot Kurt but his tail shot out and wrapped around it and he threw it into the river of the sewer.
Anna grabbed two guns from her holster and began to fire at Kurt but he teleported away.
They looked around, trying to see him.
"Where did he go?" she asked.
"Listen for the sound he makes when he teleports and the smell of brimstone," Michael said.
There was a sudden explosion of dark purple smoke between the two of them and the smell of brimstone. Nightcrawler wrapped his tail around Anna's wrists causing her to drop the guns she held.
He thrust his sword at Michael but he parried them. Michael and Nightcrawler danced in an impressive show of blades. But even in this universe his skill was greater than Michael's and Michael was slowly losing this fight.
"Close your eyes!" Michael yelled to Anna.
Doing as he said she shut her eyes and Michael blazed with angel fire. The sudden intense light in the tunnel caused Nightcrawler to be blinded.
He yelled in frustration and shut his eyes but it was too late.
Michael pulled his spear back and shoved it into Kurt's chest.
"I am sorry," Michael whispered.
Kurt let out a pained groan and spat out some blood.
"Damn...you..."
He fell to the ground and Michael pulled out his spear, wincing at the blood smeared on the blade.
"Are you okay?" Anna asked.
Michael looked sadly down at Kurt.
"He was one of my teachers. He helped me realize God loves us all, no matter what we are. I remember when I first met him I was so disturbed by how he looked. But I soon realized he may look like a demon but he had the heart of an angel."
Anna placed her hand on his shoulder.
"This isn't your teacher. He is the son of Azazel. A monster. There was nothing good about him."
"I agree."
Their eyes shot up to look and saw a pair of glowing red eyes staring at them.
Michael summoned some angel fire and shined the light down the tunnel.
Jacob was walking towards them.
He stopped by Nick's body, looking down at him with a mixture of emotions, disappointment, anger, rage.
"Did you kill him?"
"No, it was Kurt," Michael said.
"Then I owe you for finishing him for me," he said.
Michael activated his soul vision and like Kurt's, Jacob's soul was tainted with dark and evil colors. But it was also seething with primal emotions.
And there was something at his center. It looked like a solar eclipse, a horrible dark spot with a ring of light.
"Jacob, listen," Michael said.
Jacob gave him a hard look. "What did you call me?"
"That is your name, your real name. I know you."
"We have never met before."
"Not in this world. Jacob listen, I come from another world, a world Azazel destroyed when he changed the past."
"I don't know what you are talking about and I don't care. My mistress sent me to bring you to her and that is what I intend to do."
Jacob began to transform into his Wendigo form. Anna quickly grabbed her guns and pointed them at Jacob. She fired several rounds but the bullets didn't faze him.
"Well that was pitiful," Jacob said.
"Try this!" Michael pointed his spear at Jacob, firing a beam of angel fire at him.
It hit him on the chest, making a black burn mark. Jacob roared in pain and Michael made Anna stand behind him.
"My mistress said to bring you back alive, she didn't say I had to bring you back in one piece!" Jacob snarled.
"Stay back Anna, I got this!"
Michael ran at Jacob, dropping his spear.
"What the hell are you doing?!"she yelled.
Michael jumped at Jacob who easily caught Michael; his whole hand wrapped around Michael's waist.
"That was pathetic," Jacob said.
"Actually, that was part of the plan."
Michael grabbed Jacob's head and activated his power. Not his soul sight or his angel fire.
He activated the power that allowed him to heal. Michael had always assumed this power just allowed him to heal the sick and injured. But during his training with Adonai they had discussed this power.
"Tell me Michael, have you ever considered the potential of your ability to heal?" Adonai had asked.
"I haven't really used it that much. Josh taught me a few tricks," Michael said.
"Your ability to heal is different from his. His ability manipulates DNA. Your ability is to tap into the empyreal flame which has a number of functions. When you heal someone, you don't just heal them physically; you heal them spiritually as well."
Michael remembered when they were in Limbo, his blood had healed his friends.
"When we were in Limbo some of my friends were corrupted using evil magic. My blood managed to heal them."
"Of course, the fire is a part of you. It is in your blood. The fire is purity in its absolute form. But you don't need to use your blood to heal someone who has been cursed. Like I said, when you heal someone, you heal them mind, body, and soul. There are different types of magic, dark and terrible ones like the type you saw in Limbo that can twist the soul into something wicked. But you can clean that infection and return a person to the person they used to be."
"How?"
"Just do it like you normally do. Tap into that part of you that wants to protect and guard. Let that love seep into the one you are trying to heal. Be the light that banishes the dark."
"What in the hell do you think you are doing, boy?" Jacob asked.
"Saving you."
Michael tapped into his power. He remembered the Jacob of his universe, the wild man, the savage noble, the ladies man, the alpha male, the loving brother, and hard working son.
Michael glowed with light and shoved it into Jacob. The beast let out a roar as all the pain and dark magic was burned by Michael's light.
Michael activated his soul sight and saw the eclipse in Wendigo's center. The darkness faded away, scuttling away like bugs, until once more the light shined.
Jacob dropped Michael and fell to his knees, turning back into his human form.
The red in his eyes vanished, leaving nothing but their former black color. A look of utmost horror and despair was on his face.
Tears fell from his eyes and he began to wail. In a way what Michael had done was cruel. Before, Jacob had no feeling of regret, but now with his soul restored, the memories of evil he had committed tortured him without mercy.
"Oh God, what have I done?! I killed my family, all those people, and Nick...I tortured him!"
He crawled to Nick's body and cradled his head in his lap. "Oh God Nick, I failed you...I am so sorry."
Michael walked over to Jacob and Anna followed with her guns raised ready, just in case it was a ruse.
Michael bent down next to Jacob.
"Jacob, we have to go, come with us."
Jacob looked at him. His eyes filled with tears.
"Can you stop this? Can you stop this from ever happening?" he asked.
"Yes. I can," Michael said firmly.
"Good."
Jacob stood up and began to walk down the tunnel.
"Go, both of you. I smell Sabertooth and the others coming. I will stop them, just go."
Michael and Jacob shared a look and Michael nodded.
"We will meet again Jacob, in a better world."
Michael grabbed his spear and Anna her rifle. They ran down the tunnel. They ran and ran until they came to a ladder that led them to a manhole.
Just as they began to climb up Michael distantly heard the sounds of a mighty animal letting out a roar filled with rage and pain.
"Don't worry Michael, once you fix things everyone who died will be back. Nick and Jacob will be together again."
"No they won't."
"What do you mean?"
"In my world, Nick was killed. Jacob had to watch him die there too. I guess some things don't change, even here."

Michael and Anna were driving down a road.
After they had gotten Michael a coat to wear they had stolen a car.
"We'll go to LA. We have a base there we can go to," Anna said.
"What about Xavier, Magneto? Everyone else?"
"This isn't the first time we have been attacked by the Neyaphem. Plus, Xavier and Magneto are some of the most powerful mutants to ever exist. You'd have to be dumb to challenge them."
Just then a blue void opened in front of them. Anna hit the brakes but it was too late, they soon found themselves skidding through the void and down a long blue tunnel.
When they came out of the other end it closed behind them. They were suddenly in the middle of the desert and it was very hot.
There was a man with dark skin and dreadlocks standing in front of them.
"Fuck!" Anna cursed.
She went for her gun but Michael stopped her.
"Anna, wait."
He got out of the car and Anna followed, keeping her gun out.
"Hello, white people," the man said.
"Michael, you know this guy?" Anna asked.
"His name is Eden Fesi. In my reality, the X-Men tried to recruit him to the school but he declined."
Anna noticed the big smile on his face.
"He a good friend or something?"
"No, I never met him. Eden is an aboriginal from reason he declined to come with the X-Men was because he was already being taught by another mutant. Gateway."
"He sent me to bring you here. He knew you would come; he saw you survive the death of your world and knew you could help. Follow me and I will take you to him."

Eden led them through the desert to a rock formation.
They passed through a hole that was hidden by brush and rock. They made sure to put it all back in place.
They then walked through a tunnel that Eden lit up using a flashlight.
"So, what's your power exactly?" Anna asked.
"I open portals from one location to another. Gateway says I reshape reality to form these portals."
"Kind of like Gateway," Michael said.
"Kind of. Only he is much stronger than I. He can teleport you anywhere, time or space."
"How did you all escape the Pit? Last I heard it was a prison, a no-man's land," Anna said.
"It is. But my people were enslaved years ago as a workforce. When Gateway first manifested his power he realized the world was wrong, altered. Gateway doesn't just make portals. I guess you could say he is a portal. He is the living repository for human knowledge and can view the infinite."
They came out of the tunnel and found a vast cavern with a large gap in the ceiling that allowed sunlight to spill down.
There were dozens of people here, some were coming in and out of huts, others were cooking meat over a fire.
As they walked through the settlement, people stopped and stared at them.
"Gateway used his power to escape and took many of our people with him. He brought us here because he said one day you would come and he would help you set things right," Eden said.
He led them to a small hill in the center of the sunlight. A man sat on top of the hill. He had the same skin tone as Eden and the others, his hair was white and his skin heavily wrinkled. He was rather small; Michael guessed he was under five-feet tall.
But you should never judge someone on their size; Logan is only five-foot-four and has a ridiculous body count.
"I have brought them, Gateway," Eden said.
Gateway opened his eyes and looked at them. Eden bowed and left.
-Welcome, Michael Bronson. And you as well, Anna Welkin.-
"I am so glad I finally found you," Michael said.
-I apologize for not having Eden bring you here sooner. But you had to see the damage Azazel has caused. See the suffering with your own two eyes.-
"I have seen quite enough. You know what I need to do. So send me back."
-Azazel will not be an easy opponent. You must take the dial from him; as long as he has that he can control time.-
Gateway reached into his pocket and pulled out a bullroarer. He began to spin it around his head in a circular motion. A yellow flame-like energy formed.
-Say your goodbyes.-
Michael turned to Anna.
"Looks like this is goodbye."
"Figures, I find a good guy in this hell and he leaves before I can get to know him."
"You already know me Anna, better than most."
He kissed her, pressing his lips against hers, both gently and firmly.
"I will see you again, Anna."
"Will I remember any of this?" she asked.
"No. But I will."
"Then you have my pity. Now go. Save the world."
She stepped away from him and he turned to Gateway. "I am ready."
Gateway flung the energy at him and Michael was sent into the distant past.
Michael found himself no longer in the cavern, but in a vast and barren desert.
It was night time, the moon shined bright in the sky and the stars sparkled.
Michael looked down from a hill and saw a large village.
"I am here!"

The spirits looked down at Michael.
"Looks like he finally made it," Talos said.
"It is not over yet, he still must face Azazel," Eion said.
"He has made it this far, he will make it further," Phanes said.
"He barely managed to survive Azazel's son. How can he hope to face the Neyaphem king?"
"Let us find out."

Michael ran into the village, he didn't know exactly what he was looking for but he knew he had to find Azazel, or Adonai.
Or rather, baby Adonai.
He got a lot of odd looks but no one bothered him. There were a lot of merchant stands so people must come and go through here a lot.
He tried to recall what Adonai had told him all those months ago about his youth. He said his mother had been a prostitute and died while in childbirth.
Michael went to one of the many merchants and tried asking him where the prostitutes were. (And he tried asking this without blushing, mind you),but the merchant just looked at him like he was crazy and then tried to sell him some fish, speaking only Arabic.
Realizing that since English wasn't going to be invented until several thousand years from now, Michael concluded it was not going to do him any good to try and speak with anyone. He decided to walk through the village and hope he could find Adonai's mother before Azazel could.
Just then he heard the sounds of screams, running to where they were coming from, he happened upon what appeared to be a brothel.
People were running out, men and women in various stages of undress.
Michael ran inside and saw the bodies of two guards on the ground, blood pooling beneath them. He could faintly smell brimstone and knew he was moments away from failure.
He heard a scream again, it came from above. His wings ripped their way from his back and he flew to the balcony above.
He ran down the hall and into a door where Azazel stood over a cowering woman, his sword posed over her belly. Several women stood against the wall, looking terrified beyond belief.
"I win, Yahweh!" Azazel snarled.
"No!" Michael yelled.
He threw out a rope of angel fire that wrapped around Azazel's wrists. He tossed the scarlet skinned mutant against the wall as the women shrieked and ran towards the pregnant woman, helping her up.
She was clutching her belly, there was a wetness growing from between her legs and Michael thought he saw blood mixed in it as well.
All of them were watching Michael with looks of wonder and amazement.
"Don't worry, it will be alright," he said.
He turned his attention back to Azazel, his rope of angel fire was still attached to his wrists. Azazel was looking at him bewilderingly.
"How did you get here?!"
"The Empyreal Spiritssent me. Did you think they would allow you to wipe out the Cheyarafim and change the world?"
Azazel just chuckled. "If they are helping you it is for their own interests' boy."
Azazel used his tail to break the rope, then he grabbed his swords and teleported. Acting on instinct Michael surrounded the women with a force field made from angel fire.
When Azazel reappeared he swung his swords at them, only to have the blades melted by the shield.
"Damn you!" Azazel hissed.
"That's rich coming from you," Michael said.
Azazel growled and jumped at Michael. He grabbed Michael's throat, and pushed him against the wall.
"You think you can stop me?! I am the king of the Neyaphem! If Yahweh himself could not stop me then what hope do you have! You are no Yahweh!"
"You're right, I am not Yahweh, I'm smarter!" Michael raised his hand, showing Azazel the Dial of Time.
"How-"
They both vanished in a flash of light.
The angel fire shield disappeared and the woman fell to the floor. Her sisters carried her back to the bed and sat her down, having done this many times before, they knew the baby had to be delivered now.
Shaken by what had just happened but bound by the ties of sisterhood, they made sure the baby made it safely into this world.
But they knew the mother was dying, the pregnancy had been too much on her, and as she held her newborn son she said a prayer to the gods that he would have a long and healthy life.
A few days later the mercenary Rashid came to the village, and his band stopped by the brothel for some pleasure. While he was talking to the master of the brothel he was told the story of the demon and the celestial being that fought over the fate of the child.
Realizing for such beings to fight over the child of a whore that the child must be special, he decided to buy the child, wanting to raise such an individual himself.
And that was how Yahweh, who would one day be known as Adonai, began his journey.

Azazel and Michael flew through time.
From the primordial past to the wondrous future.
Michael had never been so terrified in his life; can you imagine falling from a great height?
Now imagine all you are doing is falling, but there is no end in sight. All you have is an eternity of this endless freefall.
Now imagine that feeling times infinity.
Michael and Azazel fought over the dial, neither one dared to let go.
Azazel punched Michael in the face. He felt his nose break as blood gushed from it.
The blood smeared itself on Azazel's hand and began to burn him, but he did not let go.
Michael glared at him, his eyes shone with a white light and blasted Azazel back, causing him to release his grip on the dial. As he flew back he cast a spell that struck the dial, causing it to malfunction.
Michael focused on his time, his world. The sense of freefall began to fade and the chaos of the infinite began to die down giving way to the order of certainty and destiny.
Michael found himself in an oasis. The sun was burning him with its seething gaze.
Michael dropped the dial and looked around.
Where was he? When was he?
Feeling a sense of vertigo from his travel, Michael fell to his knees.
Trying to decide what to do next he became aware of the sound of great wings beating above him. Several shadows blocked the sun, circling around him too fast to be clouds.
The shadows got closer and the sound grew stronger. Then something big and heavy landed in front of him. Michael looked up and saw several men dressed in leather armor carrying spears and swords and with angel-like wings on their back.
One of them held up his spear to Michael's face.
He spoke in a language that was not English, but Michael understood, because he was speaking the ancient language of the Cheyarafim.
Although he did not speak Michael's language, Michael's mind was able to perfectly process what he was saying.
"In the name of the Holy Father, Yahweh and Holy Mother, Asherah, you are under arrest."
Well, Michael was not in his timeline. But the good news was the Cheyarafim were back, but the bad news was Michael was still a few thousand years from his time period.
Fusedtwilight: Next chapter Michael meets Adonai's wife. Will she be able to help him?
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