Waking up, Michael groaned as he stretched. Just then, Mia appeared, sitting at the edge of the bed.
"What do you want?" he asked, eyeing her.
"There are some people who want to meet you," she said casually before standing up and leaving.
"Hm, what else is new?" Michael muttered, rubbing his face tiredly.
He glanced around. He came back to Marvel last night after making Camille invincible.
She is like a True Immortal now. According to the laws of that world, only the one who creates something holds the true power to destroy it. Since Michael was the one who turned Camille into a True Vampire using his unique magic, that same rule applied—only he, or the spell that created her, could end her existence.
Which meant… she was almost untouchable, save for a few, very specific forces....The Witches even then only when they can access his Spell.
Michael smirked faintly to himself. "Good luck to whoever thinks they can pull that off."
"Anyway, let's go see who came looking for me," he muttered as he stood up with a stretch. With casual steps, he made his way down the hall to the main room—only to find Nick Fury sitting there, bound by Magical Chains.
His mother sat calmly across from Fury, sipping wine, seemingly unbothered.
Michael raised an eyebrow as he entered. "Hm. And who are you supposed to be?" he asked, dropping lazily onto the sofa across from them.
Fury leaned back slightly and met his gaze. "Name's Fury. Nick Fury. I believe you and I have some business to discuss."
"And with your family too," Fury said, glancing at the magic chains and then at Mia.
"It's just Kamar-Taj magic, nothing special," Michael replied casually. He added, "If you want to learn, then the easiest way is just to go there. At my lowest, they helped me and allowed me to stay with them."
"And also who ever you are just go back?" Michael said while he also motioned to Mia to release him.
"That's not all I'm here for," Fury continued as Mia reluctantly unbound him. "Last night, something attacked one of our military convoys... and something even stranger happened — some of our agents disappeared into thin air, along with a precious object we were transporting."
"So, why are you here? Want our magic help?" Michael asked, raising an eyebrow as Fury looked at him sternly.
"There were cameras. Your face was captured," Fury said, showing a tablet where Michael's face was clearly visible.
Michael's eyes narrowed slightly. "Yeah... I might have stretched a little bit last night," he said, almost amused.
"Anyway, that's something you shouldn't have," Michael said casually, as he looked at him. "That's an Extreme-Class item from Kamar-Taj. So I have to destroy it," he added with a small sigh. "Now, be a good boy and just go away," he said, lazily shaking his hands as if they were an inconvenience.
"What do you mean by Extreme-Class item?" Fury asked sharply.
But before Michael could answer, his mom suddenly appeared behind him and twisted his ear.
"Argh! It's sensitive!" Michael cried out, wincing dramatically as she yanked harder on his ear.
"You idiot," she scolded, leaning down with a stern glare. "How many times have I told you not to mess around with forbidden artifacts? What would've happened if something went wrong? If something happened to you?"
Michael grumbled under his breath, rubbing his ear when she finally let go. "It's not like I summoned him on purpose..." he muttered.
"Leaving that aside, that object is indeed dangerous," Fury said firmly, arms crossed as he stared at Michael. "We can't let it stay in your hands. Something like the New York invasion could happen all over again."
"Huh? The New York invasion?" Michael scoffed. "As far as I know, that was your fault."
Fury sighed heavily. "It wasn't us. That 'White Sorcerer' guy you saw—he orchestrated it. He manipulated the world and played the hero. The entire thing was staged... and those visions? They weren't accidents."
"It was all his doing. He wanted to steal the alien tech we had, and he even took it in our name—using it to cause world chaos," Fury explained, only to stop when he felt a sudden, crushing pressure in the air.
The agents behind him dropped to their knees, struggling to breathe.
"Politics?" Michael said coldly, his voice echoing with power. "You dare play politics with me? A man who is weak and dependent on the masses... is the one whom you should play politics with , NOT ME!"
His White Devil symbiote slithered out from under his skin, wrapping around him as his form shifted—once again donning the terrifying presence of the White Sorcerer.
"Saying such bullshit in front of my face... I truly wonder who gave you the courage."
He stepped forward, eyes glowing. "I should've killed you along with the other leaders I wiped out," Michael growled.
Fury stared at him in horror, suddenly realizing just how deep the abyss in front of him truly was.
"You... you killed all those people?" he asked quietly.
Michael nodded slowly. "Yes. I eliminated them all after I found out they were the ones who approved the nuclear strike."
"But... I let you live, cause your presence was necessary."
Fury's throat tightened.
Michael's eyes glowed faintly, the weight of his presence pressing down like a storm. "And yet it seems you wish to die so badly," he said, his voice a cold whisper wrapped in thunder.
Fury staggered slightly under the pressure of Michael's aura, sweat trailing down his temple. The agents behind him gripped their weapons, but none dared raise them. The symbiote tendrils slithered around Michael like coiled serpents, his White Sorcerer form exuding pure menace.
Just as Michael stepped forward, his boots crackling against the air itself—
"Michael." Mia's voice cut through the tension like a blade.
He paused, the glow in his eyes dimming slightly as he turned his head. Mia stepped forward, standing between him and Fury.
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