You defeated the Goddess of Death without breaking so much as a sweat. Yet do not forget all of those who gave their lives before you - those who burned in Hel so that way you may live...There is no denying that the world is a strange one anymore - O.M.E.N. can no longer hide it from the general public. We are no longer alone in this world - and have not been for quite some time....
Aloise Zamora: Aloise received an offer to join O.M.E.N., and although she wasn't even thirty years old, the hunter declined the offer in favor of retirement from the profession. She traveled back to Altsoba, where she buried Liam at Owen's Field, as well as Eudora. Had Hanson's body been available to be claimed, she would have brought it as well. And sitting in the cemetery in the ghost town, the hunter watched the sunset one last time before she claimed her own life and finally got the rest she so desperately sought.
Jade Cornish: After burying the only family that she cared about, Jade agreed to act as a consultant for O.M.E.N., moving back to the United States. However, she also rediscovered her passion for helping people as a private investigator, no longer caring so much about the long shadow her father casts in that field. Perhaps this will be the last career change for the British ex-pat. She was offered leadership of MI13 after her uncle's death and declined the offer, with two simple choice words:
Fuck off.Alex Jakobsen: With the help of his new best friend, Ricky Goldsworth, Alex Jakobsen began to rebuild O.M.E.N. from the ground up. With Hel's sword, Nótt sverð, in his possession, Ricky's first program was an effort to turn the Asgardian blade into bullets that could be used against any supernatural foe. And although the program was unsuccessful, Alex has had great success with recruiting more and more people to O.M.E.N. His natural charisma has also enticed Congress to divert more funds from the now struggling S.H.I.E.L.D. to O.M.E.N., with Jakobsen claiming that he himself had been responsible for killing Hel, not Thalia Maehers.
Thalia Maehers: The woman who killed Hel...Well, Thalia went back to Europe in search of answers for what happened to her. And perhaps unfortunately, she found them. She had been scratched by a time dragon all of those years ago, and with reality crumbling around Coventry, her mutation accelerated herself. In forty years, it is likely she will be more dragon than human. And in another sixty, not human at all. She currently works as a bartender, having had enough of being a magician's assistant. O.M.E.N. has turned a blind eye to her.
Robin Ramírez and Mariana Garcia: After a brief debriefing session with Alex, Jade, and Ricky, the cousins are offered a chance to go free. Robin kept the arrow and Mariana held onto the knife, however just as they were about to leave, they were surprised with an offer from Jakobsen. He wanted them to come and work for him in O.M.E.N. - to recreate it better than ever before, with even more resources for helping people. Robin couldn't help but be thrilled by the idea, convincing her cousin to tag along with her. Their experience hunting has allowed them to quickly reach the rank of Senior Agent.
Jessica Pearson: Jessica returned to the Sayuki household with Mallory, helping Kyasarin with the difficult process of learning how to walk. And it was perhaps fortunate that Jessica was there, as Kyasarin also ended up going through Terringenesis. Her powers were a bit tricky to control, but Jessica and Mallory managed to held her, before the two went on to Canada in order to run from O.M.E.N. Although they don't know if O.M.E.N. is still tracking them, the two of them are roommates and Jessica is working at a new vet clinic.
Lilith St. Sebastian: Wanting nothing more to do with Coventry, Lilith left the United States, traveling the world and dealing with spiritual matters. And although she doesn't want to perform anymore, she's actually been approached by Buzzfeed to get her own show, designed to be similar to Buzzfeed Unsolved but on a global scale. In this show, she'd record her attempts to help people with spiritual matters and be paid for doing something she had already pursued for free. In terms of those she left behind, she has stayed in touch with Folly, but no one else. The letters Folly writes to her are disturbing.
District of Columbia: September 8th, 2018 - 6:50 P.M. Local Time
Jade stuck her key in the lock and rotated it, causing the apartment door to creak open. Her things were messily strewn on the couch. Given the odd hours she worked, she found it easier to just keep her stuff out in the living room - rather than disturb her boyfriend. She put her bag down on the couch, as well as dropping her camera there. She'd print off the photographs for her client later.
"Alex? You home?" she called out, though she already knew that he was. She noticed little details that others overlooked. It was what made her such a good P.I.
"Yeah, I'm here Jade," Alex called back, before there was the sound of a door, and he came over to her.
"So... How was your day? Anything as crazy as dealing with the supernatural lately? Or has your life been relatively quiet right now?" he asked her with a smile. He was planning though, and he wondered if Jade would catch on to what his plan was. The ring was in his pocket, he just hoped to distract her somewhat so he might surprise her.
"Helped end a marriage," Jade said with a shrug. A lot of her work was just finding evidence of a cheating spouse. However, she was seeing an alarming uptake in cases relating with mutants. Just last week, a parent had come to her convinced that her son had been abducted by a group called the Brotherhood.
"How was politics? Decide to throw in the towel and let Mother England take you lot in yet?" "Yeah no, I like the US thank you very much. Ending someone's marriage though? Sounds like you had fun with that, or it was just really boring, take your pick," he said, still smiling at her. He knew about her job, and that she basically just had a really boring day. His own job was mainly talking about the supernatural, as well as mutants and the like. Some members of the public were afraid, and in his opinion they should be.
"Boring - got it in two, mate," Jade told him, smirking a bit as she headed over to the fridge and pulled out the thing of whiskey, drinking straight from the bottle. She had a bit of an alcohol problem.
"Figured... You are the best there is Jade," he said, still smiling at her. He was thinking about when would be the best time to pop the question to her, and was surprised that she hadn't used that brain of hers and noticed anything about it or whatever."
"What's the occasion?" Jade asked him, taking another swig.
"It's not our anniversary or either of our birthdays. And unless Ricky is in the bedroom in a dress, you seem awfully excited for an ordinary Tuesday." "Can't I just be happy about nothing in particular? Do I really need a reason to be happy or excited about something? Really Jade," he said with a laugh, but he knew that it was almost impossible to hide anything from her.
Jade put the bottle away and raised an eyebrow.
"So you're cheating on me with Ricky?" she asked with a smirk.
"Always knew you swung both ways." Alex let out a laugh,
"No, it isn't that Jade..." he said, before walking up until he was right next to her now. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the box with the ring in it.
"I was just wondering if you would marry me?" Her eyes widened with surprise - she hadn't seen that coming and she considered herself to be quite perceptive. However, her shock was quickly replaced with a smug smirk.
"Sure, why the hell not?" "Really? I'm a little surprised you answered so quickly," he said with a smile as he opened up the box pulled out the ring, holding it out towards her.
"Yeah, well, if you hadn't proposed to me I was going to propose to you anyways," Jade answered, rolling her eyes as she gave him her hand, so he could put the ring on her finger.
"And then I quite enjoy living in your flat rent free." He slipped the ring onto her finger, and smirked slightly.
"Yeah, bet you do enjoy living in here without really needing to pay anything don't you? Doesn't matter to me, my job makes it so that I don't really have to worry about the bills anyway."
Boston, Massachusetts: June 26th, 2017 - 11:55 A.M. Local Time
Folly Valeska was sitting in her room at Cromwell House, looking through old photographs. After Hel had been defeated, she went back to Coventry alone and buried her parents beside each other. For all of Boris' flaws, he was still her father. She hated him just as much as she loved him. She had managed to track down the location of Fairfax's grave - he had died in a car accident in 1966, she had later found out.
With no formal education or family that she really knew, Folly went back to Boston, not really knowing where else to go. She stayed in various shelters or slept along the Charles River, feeling herself slowly go more and more insane. She started to hear and see things that weren't there - usually people she had loved and lost. She tried to contact Thalia for help, but she hadn't been able to find her. There was no trace of the Silver Dragon.
"What is it, Ira?" a man dressed in a smart albeit old fashioned suit asked, appearing on the bed next to Folly. "You've hardly finished them."
"...Just thinking, Dai Latchi..." Folly whispered.
"Ah, anything interesting?" the ghost asked with a grin, putting an arm around Folly and kissing the top of her hair.
Folly nodded, getting up and grabbing her knife. She walked over to the corner, where a poor unsuspecting soul was tied up. Folly tilted her head, as if someone was whispering in her ear, before she slashed his throat - in the same sweeping motion Boris had done when he tried to kill her all those years ago. His blood splayed out and covered her, but it hardly phased the Roma girl. "...They all left me alone..." Folly whispered. "Lilith, Thalia...They didn't care...They never did."
"No, Ira, they didn't," the ghost agreed. "But I will always care for you. Now - let's get rid of the evidence, shall we?"
Folly just nodded, her hands stained red.
Earth-6: December 4th, 2345 - 5:30 A.M. Local Time
Now, you thought that was the end to the death and destruction? You should know by now, my dears, we're only just getting started...Come take a closer look with me a few centuries from now, in a timeline that split off from our own - and for good reason. Yet for there to be balance in the world, someone must always pay the price. If someone survives, then someone else must perish in their place.
"Seven, you seeing this?" Nine, the leader of the small group of misfits, asks. She pulls a pair of binoculars away from her face, but truthfully, she didn't need them in the first place. Nine can
sense the energy flowing in the universe around them. It's not just a feeling - it's clearly visible. Scarlet dust covers the sky, obscuring the sun's pitiful attempts to shine upon the war torn planet.
"Seven, come in," Nine repeats, her hands glowing green for a moment as she attempts to push some of the scarlet dust away, but it's not use. This material - this
Aether - did not respond to her telekinetic manipulations.
"Okay, is anyone reading me? Seriously guys, this type of shit is going to get us killed if you don't use your comms," Nine berated, standing up and dusting herself off. She had been perched on the ceiling of a long since abandoned facility. The Unfortunate Thirteen had come there, searching for answers about their past - and one of them had found them. The others? Their lives still remained a mystery.
"Hello - does anyone fucking copy?" Nine repeated, watching as the Aether began to descend more and more on the planet. Its energy seemed to vibrate through every pore of Nine's being and she dropped her binoculars, the ancient device falling off of the roof and smashing against the ground.
"You've got to be kidding me...." Nine muttered, staring at her hands. It was like her body was evaporating away, becoming more than dust. She didn't have time to properly react to it before she was gone, along with her entire universe.
Elsewhere in the multiverse... "Ashes to ashes...Dust to dust...No more villains...And no more heroes."
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