2016, future.
"It's all gone. I can't hold it anymore." Kael S. Grant groaned as she sat cross-legged in the middle of a desert.
The sky had become dark although it was daytime. The sun had exploded long ago. All the stars in the sky had vanished over the past few days. Nothing was left in the universe but planet Earth.
"I can't… I can't rewrite the universe." Kael struggled, her teeth clenched while her hands smoothly waved in front of her, forming a white circle of inscriptions that glowed. "Dad… killed them all. The Universe destabilized and collapsed. The First Firmament has consumed everything."
"Really? Then what do we do now, princess?" asked Deadpool, the last of the heroes alive. "I got no magic to help."
"I don't know. The universe no longer exists. I'm holding Earth intact with my powers. But the longer I wait, the harder it gets. Everyone's dead anyway… Wade, you must go back in time and warn my father. Tell him… don't kill the Celestials. Warn him of this future."
"Sure, I can do that. Let me yank a damn time machine out of my ass first. Or maybe that DeLorean from Back to the Future."
"I will send you back," Kael whispered. "To the exact moment in time. Before he went on to hunt Celestials."
"Sweet! I get to meet the daddy of humanity? Count me in."
"You will survive the journey. Only you can. It will be painful, but you will last," Kael declared and stopped casting the ability that saved Earth from erasure. Instead, she focused on Deadpool.
"Any words for your dad?"
"Tell him… Marty won't make it. Ugh… Go!"
The end came too fast. The Earth simply faded from existence like a light switch being turned off. But by then, Kael had done her work and sent Deadpool into a time tunnel.
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Present,
"Kael?" Marshall looked at his daughter on the other side of the table. "You sent this freak here?"
"Mmm, I am pretty freaky, you're right about that, daddy."
Marshall stared at Deadpool speechlessly. How do you even deal with someone like that? Who can't be reasoned with, who can't be talked to normally.
Wait a sec. Was I like this before my mind was fixed?
"Dad, I think… I did send him. I didn't know I could, but now that I think, I feel I can do it," Kael muttered from her seat. "But my mind isn't connected with my future self, so I can't tell the future. And I don't think I can send him back either. It only works one way, into the past."
Marshall eyed the red fuck again. "What happened in the future?"
"I don't know much. Stars just started poofing out like bad special effects, then our sun dipped out. Next thing, everybody's dropping dead on Earth. Boom, I'm the last schmuck standing... till Kael showed up. Girl was there holding the whole planet together with her powers."
Marshall frowned, realising he may have caused this. "Nobody survived? Hela? Helvar?"
"No clue," Deadpool replied, shamelessly grabbing food from Marshall's plate and ramming it onto his mask while there was no hole to eat it. "Oh, Kael said that Marty will also die."
Woosh!
Marshall suddenly rose to his feet. "That ain't good."
Without saying more, Marshall walked away. His mood was spoiled, and his hunger for revenge against Celestial had hit a roadblock. He loved his family; he didn't want them to die, but he didn't want the Celestials to live either.
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Saudi Arabia,
"This must not continue! The world moves forward, yet this region remains lost in bloodshed. God made the universe; now our friends from space have arrived to greet us. Yet, we are lost. We are poor. We are unfed. We are backwards. This must not continue! I want jihad! We need jihad! The First Man has paved the path; all we must do is follow the messenger!"
At his declaration, the large crowd before him chanted back in unison.
"We won't let these lands suffer anymore!"
He kept riling up the crowd into loud chants. He was their leader now, after all.
He gave a very long speech there on the grand stage in the middle of nowhere. This was also his army. But he had a divine purpose; he knew it. He finished his speech and turned to walk backstage.
There, he saw a woman named Raven, a Dinosian with Middle Eastern looks. He smiled desperately.
"I can meet the First Man soon, can I?"
"Of course, Osama. You will."
He felt at ease and relaxed. What he was trying to do was build an army of faithfuls and spread science and peace across the entire Middle East. Overthrow all the oil princes, emirates, and dictators. Establish a centralised government akin to the European Union but better, and get closer to Dinosia.
"I can't wait for that fateful day. I'll give my all to this divine purpose, miss. I will spread the word of the First Man across the land."
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Asgard,
Marshall arrived at Asgard because he wanted some answers, and for that, he needed to talk to people who knew about Celestials. He couldn't understand why killing the Celestials would collapse the universe. They were just powerful fuckers for all he cared. And he could kill them, he knew that as well.
"Marshall, my friend. Celestials are multiversal nexus beings. They exist across all space and time at once, in every version of reality. There are no separate forms of them to strike down. If you kill them, you are not solving a problem in one place. You are shifting the balance everywhere, and that could bring everything down with it."
Marshall frowned angrily, seated opposite Odin, drinking the Asgardian mead. "Bullshit! They're just some cockroaches, hard to kill. But I can kill them."
"I have no doubt about that. But what matters is the aftermath. Before you kill them, you must find a way to stop that collapse," Odin suggested, scratching his white beard. "I suggest you meet Galactus. He predates this universe, and may hold the answers you seek."
"That big boy? Alright, I'll go see him. Who else?"
Odin hummed for a moment. "I suggest the Living Tribunal, but I know not how to reach him. There is also the abstract embodiments like Eternity, Infinity, Death—"
"Death? Ah, didn't I have a kid with that white-haired chick? Alright, I'll look for her as well. About time she paid for my free cock drilling service and baby batter."
"..."
Odin said nothing after that.
Marshall downed the entire jar of Asgardian mead and got up, ready to head out. He knew Galactus well at that point, as Galactus was a partial member of the Dino Corp, and provided support when asked by simply moving Taa II, the ship the size of a solar system.
Simply, Marshall created a portal and vanished into it.
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Earth, New York City,
Emma had been rather busy. The Earth of today was headed towards becoming a post-scarcity economy. Because of the Arc Reactor developed by Stark Industries and casual Fusion Reactors developed by Dinosian nerds based on alien tech, cheap energy was abundant.
That energy, Magneto's expertise, and her business skills allowed her to establish MagFrost Industries, mainly working in the metal industries, from producing metal to manufacturing specialised parts. Magneto's job was to create machines to shape manufacturing and automate it.
Green energy allowed them to keep the entire process clean. Heck, they had installed massive carbon capture plants to scrub the air where they had set up their plant. And already, she had received some favors from Dino Corp to produce parts for starships. And since Dino Corp itself had millions of ships of varying sizes, there was a never-ending demand.
However, she wanted to do more. She wanted to do more for the planet itself. After all, the greater the scale, the more jobs she could provide to mutants. That was the main goal to begin with.
That day, she was prepared to meet with a group of mutants who had powers similar to Magneto but varying. Some could control gravity, some could control specific elements, some could control air, and so on.
It was a small auditorium in one of the buildings owned by Dinosia. It was as safe as a Dinosian embassy.
As usual, dressed in her white attire, she arrived on time and strolled into the auditorium. She nodded to the crowd, noting how there were old and young. They all likely had jobs outside; some were students, others lived in secrecy due to their physical deformities. But they had all arrived for a better future.
"Let us begin. I have details of all your gifts. Before you finish the final paperwork and get sorted, let me help you understand exactly what we do."
Emma spent an hour showing videos and slides, explaining MagFrost Industries, their work, and their vision. One day, she hoped to be the first private company to build starships. And as she was Dinosian, the likelihood of that happening was high.
Finally, as she ended, new forms were given to the crowd. They were the final submissions before they were given a job.
In the end, she answered a few questions and waved them all goodbye.
"Ms. Emma?"
Right as she sent the last one away, she heard a voice and turned. It was a man dressed in a suit, with short hair and stubble on his face. For some reason, she felt he was out of place as he seemed rather rich. The suit itself was worth a few thousand dollars, from what she could tell.
"Yes? You are…"
"Kevin. Kevin Thompson."
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