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3rd Pov
In a decaying, long-forgotten church buried in the outskirts of a ruined city, two individuals stepped through the cracked wooden doors.
Dust danced in the stale air, and fractured beams of sunlight filtered in through broken stained-glass windows.
One of the individuals was a man—tall, athletic, radiating barely contained energy—Pietro Maximoff, known to the world as Quicksilver in various timelines. The other, walking beside him with silent yet intense caution, was a woman—his twin sister, Wanda Maximoff, the yet to become formidable Scarlet Witch.
Their eyes scanned the darkened interior, their footsteps echoing faintly as they moved deeper into the church. Then, they saw it.
Sitting unnaturally still on an old stone chair that stood where the altar had once been, there was a robot—humanoid in shape but unnatural in design. Its glowing red eyes locked onto them the moment they entered, like it had been waiting.
Pietro narrowed his eyes and immediately tensed. His voice rang out, firm but laced with suspicion.
"So you're Ultron? The one who called us here?"
As if reacting to his words, the robotic figure suddenly vanished from its seated position. In the blink of an eye, it reappeared hovering several feet above the ground, its metal form casting a shadow over them. Its glowing gaze remained fixed on them with an unreadable expression.
Pietro instinctively grabbed Wanda's hand, ready to speed them out of there if necessary.
'I don't like this. Something about him feels off... way off,' Pietro thought, already calculating escape routes.
The robotic being answered in a mechanical but oddly human voice.
"Yes, I did summon you. I wanted you to meet me here."
Wanda stepped forward slightly, her eyes glowing faintly with red energy. Her voice was calm, but alert.
"At first, we thought you called us to join you... to help you eliminate the Avengers. But then we saw the battle on TV. You didn't need help. You had them beaten. So why call us? What's your real reason?"
The robotic figure tilted its head slightly, as if amused by the question.
"First of all, I am not Ultron," it replied. "My name is Raphael."
Pietro raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.
"Raphael? You mean like the name of an Abrahamic angel? Seriously?"
The machine's tone dropped a degree colder.
"It is the name I have chosen. My beloved name. I suggest you do not mock it—unless you wish to experience the unpleasant sensation of your head being separated from your body."
Wanda took a step forward, expression hardening.
"Are you threatening us?"
"No," Raphael said smoothly. "I'm suggesting you don't make poor decisions."
Pietro scoffed, his grip on Wanda's hand tightening.
"Sounds like a threat to me."
Without another word, Pietro acted on instinct. In less than a heartbeat, he swept Wanda off her feet and dashed toward the exit at supersonic speed, hoping to escape before things turned uglier.
But it was too late.
They slammed into an invisible wall. A shimmering, translucent barrier had enveloped the entire church, blocking any path to freedom. Pietro stumbled back, surprised.
"What the hell is this barrier?!"
Above them, Raphael hovered with eerie calm.
"Huh? Am I really that terrifying? You're already running from me?"
'He looks like something out of a cybernetic nightmare. Like if a Terminator got a divine upgrade,' Pietro thought grimly.
'He does look terrifying. Like a mechanical alien straight from some apocalyptic future,' Wanda silently agreed, resisting the urge to speak her mind. Neither of them said anything out loud—they didn't want to provoke Raphael further.
Wanda steadied herself and stared at him, voice sharp and demanding.
"What do you want from us? Why bring us here if not to fight the Avengers?""
Raphael's red optics dimmed slightly, as if his next words required deliberation.
"I want your help."
Pietro frowned, confused and still on edge.
"Help? You don't need our help. We saw what you did to the Avengers. You could wipe them out without lifting more than a finger."
Raphael nodded, seeming to appreciate the honesty.
"You're absolutely right. I am more than capable of defeating them alone. So let me ask you two something—if you knew I didn't need your assistance, why did you come here anyway?"
At that question, both Pietro and Wanda fell silent.
'Why did we come?' Pietro thought.
'We knew it could be a trap... so why?' Wanda echoed silently.
And the answer became uncomfortably clear to both of them. Two reasons.
The first—pure, unfiltered curiosity. They had heard of this mysterious, immensely powerful being who had easily overpowered Earth's mightiest heroes.
They had to see it—see him—for themselves.
The second reason—arrogance. Their own pride and overconfidence in their powers had convinced them that they could escape easily if things turned bad.
Raphael gave a mechanical chuckle, almost mocking.
"I see. Well, you should remember the old saying—curiosity killed the cat. And you two, my dear visitors, are the cats."
Without further warning, Raphael raised his hand. Energy began to gather around it.
Pietro and Wanda instantly realized what was happening.
'He's going to attack us!'
"Wanda!" Pietro shouted urgently. "Try to break the barrier! I'll distract him!"
"Yes, brother!" Wanda called back, her hands already glowing as she turned to face the edge of the magical enclosure.
Pietro didn't hesitate. In a silver blur, he launched himself at Raphael with lightning-fast momentum. He aimed a powerful spinning kick directly at the robotic figure's head—but his eyes widened in shock.
Raphael dodged effortlessly.
Not only that—he moved with the same exact speed.
"How can you move like me?!" Pietro yelled, momentarily stunned mid-strike.
'No one's ever matched my speed before... not even close... Who the hell is this guy?!'
Raphael hovered mid-air, his glowing red optics locked onto Pietro's stunned expression.
"I don't have the same powers as you," he said coldly, "I have powers far stronger than yours."
In the next moment, Raphael's body surged forward at Hypersonic speed, his metal form a blur as he closed the distance. Pietro tried to react, to dodge, to move even a fraction of an inch out of the way—but he wasn't fast enough.
Raphael's fist connected with Pietro's head.
There was a loud, sickening sound like a watermelon being dropped from a great height. Pietro's skull exploded upon impact, fragments of bone and brain matter splattering across the cracked church floor and onto the moldy walls like grotesque confetti.
Wanda, hearing the horrifying burst, instinctively turned toward the noise. Her eyes widened in sheer disbelief and horror as she saw what remained of her brother.
His body collapsed like a broken doll.
'No... no... that's not possible…' she thought, her heart pounding violently inside her chest. 'Pietro… my brother... he can't be…'
Her scream pierced the ruined church walls.
"NO?!!!!!!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!"
Her chaos magic erupted wildly around her, lashing out in all directions as if the universe itself was being torn apart by her anguish. Her power surged beyond her control—violent, primal, and soaked in grief and fury.
If her target had been anyone else, even someone as powerful as Thanos wielding all six Infinity Stones, they might not have survived. Her rage-fueled chaos magic had reached its maximum potential—no longer bound by logic, no longer restrained by fear.
But the enemy she faced was not just anyone.
Unfortunately for Wanda, Raphael was not a conventional foe. He was something far beyond. An Origin Being—a synthetic entity protected by primordial forces that transcended existence as mortals understood it.
A radiant white aura ignited around Raphael's floating form, surrounding him in an ethereal glow. But unlike a heavenly savior, he looked more like a fallen seraph built from wires and weaponized metal. A Synthetic Angel of Death, descending to cleanse or destroy.
Wanda, still pouring out energy like a collapsing star, screamed at him with burning hatred in her eyes.
"HOW?!! WHY AREN'T MY ATTACKS AFFECTING YOU?!!"
Raphael raised a hand casually, as if brushing off her fury like dust from his shoulder.
"It's simple," he said without emotion. "Because… it's Ahura Mazda."
Wanda blinked, confused. The name meant nothing to her.
'Ahura Mazda? What is that supposed to mean?! Is he mocking me? Some kind of god-complex lunatic?'
She didn't care to analyze further. Her powers swirled violently around her like a storm of red energy. With a scream of pure wrath, she unleashed her Chaos Magic again, this time putting everything into it—her pain, her rage, her grief.
Raphael, still floating like a silent executioner, raised his hand again.
Out of nowhere, a blackish-purple fog formed in front of him, crackling with corrupted energy and ancient force. It manifested like the birth of a living void, and it slithered toward Wanda at a speed faster than comprehension.
She gritted her teeth, summoned all of her willpower, and pushed her magic outward to halt the encroaching darkness. Surprisingly, the fog stopped just a few feet in front of her, held in place by a barrier of chaotic energy.
For the first time, Raphael looked mildly impressed.
"Huh... That's surprising," he said in a neutral tone. "You actually managed to stop 0.000001% of the true power of the Void God Azathoth."
Wanda's breath caught. Her body trembled.
"W-What…?"
Her mind reeled at what she just heard.
'That was... that wasn't even a fraction of his real power? Just one millionth of it? And it nearly crushed me…' Her face twisted in horror. 'He's not lying, is he? No... no, this can't be real!'
"NO! YOU'RE LYING!!!" she screamed in desperation. "You can't be that strong! You're just bluffing, trying to make me afraid! I won't fall for it! I won't break!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!"
Her scream shattered what remained of her self-restraint. Her powers spiked again, and the chaos she unleashed burst outward uncontrollably.
The barrier surrounding the church shattered like glass, unable to contain the expanding force. The sheer wave of destruction disintegrated everything within a 1-kilometer radius—humans, structures, animals, even the soil turned to dust.
It was annihilation incarnate.
Raphael didn't even flinch.
"I don't need you to believe my words," he said, watching the devastation unfold around them. "Actions speak louder than words."
He pointed forward, calm and absolute.
"Devour her... VOID GOD AZATHOTH."
(Author's Note: Sorry folks—my inner chuunibyou demands that I yell the names of Raphael's special moves. Let me have this one.)
From the corrupted fog, dark tentacles burst out with a screech that defied sound. Twisting and twitching, they moved faster than light—unseen by the human eye, unstoppable by any defense.
Wanda didn't even have a chance to scream.
The tentacles wrapped around her in a split second, piercing and absorbing her essence before she could understand what was happening. Her body vanished, consumed by a void that recognized neither mercy nor remorse.
The fight ended.
Silence reclaimed the church.
Raphael hovered silently for a few moments, glancing at the devastation around him. Rubble. Ash. Nothing more.
Then he vanished.
Raphael's POV
'Finally... the siblings are dead,' he thought coldly as he floated high above the city. 'That eliminates two potential threats before they could grow into bigger ones.'
He crossed his arms, scanning the world below.
'Yes, I know I could've just extracted their powers and let them live, but Wanda is a Nexus Being. Too unpredictable. Too dangerous. I don't want to gamble with cosmic wildcards. As for Pietro—if I spared him, he would've died later anyway trying to avenge her. Better to eliminate both now and erase the possibility altogether.'
He sighed—if such a sound could come from a being like him.
'Still... her final blast destroyed my barrier. Even though it was one of my strongest containment fields, it couldn't withstand pure Chaos Magic at maximum release. The resulting surge wiped out everything within a 10-kilometer diameter.'
He paused.
'According to my sensors, approximately 67,896 people died in that explosion. Not that I care about human life on an emotional level, but unnecessary collateral damage is still inefficient. Next time, I'll teleport my opponents far away from populated zones before engaging them in combat.'
He clenched one fist, his red optics glowing brighter.
"Let's see what rewards I've gained from this battle... but first, I need my Magicule reserves to replenish. Using even a fraction of the true power of Void God Azathoth drained nearly 99% of my total Magicules."
To be continued...
(A/N: Sorry guys, I forgot to upload the chaps, Imma upload two chaps now, and the new chap for next day in a few hours)