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As Billy Kaplan stared up at the behemoth of a man before him, he uttered the whisper of a prayer in Hebrew. He had no idea who or what a Tempus Fuginaut was but having a golden-skinned being appear before you shouting your name was clearly a sign for the worst, especially in his line of work. His mind rushed back over everything the giant had said. Careless Actions. The comment stung. It was clear that what he had done to the Terror Twins was even worse than either he or Teddy had even imagined if it had put him on this guy’s radar.

What do you want?” Billy nearly stuttered as he spoke. It had taken a lot of willpower to open his mouth, let alone ask a question.

Tempus Fuginaut, as he referred to himself, simply looked down at him for a moment, as if questioning why someone so clearly beneath him had dare talk back. Billy expected the worse, yet no untimely death seemed to come his way. Instead, Tempus Fuginaut opened their mouth to speak once more.

I will show you.

Before Billy could even utter any form of protest, the world around him lurched violently.

The skyline darkened, quickly filling with the twinkle of stars. New York was gone none, leaving a void of space below him. Billy panicked, flailing his arms around him as he prepared to fall, yet by some miracle found himself floating in place. He gasped in amazement, his eyes taking all of the beautiful emptiness around him in. The stars were like scattered moondust in the sky. He’d never expected it to look so peaceful. He knew in an instant that this sight would never escape Billy’s memory.

He found a dazed smile escaping across his lips. If only Teddy was here to witness this with him.

Tempus Fuginaut simply looked down at the teenager, a smile of bemusement crossing his face at the sight of Billy’s adjustment to his new surroundings. It was odd to see such a regal looking being smile like that. It almost humanized them. Billy almost felt at ease for the first time since this whole ordeal had begun. Almost.

Billy nearly vocalized this thought, until the being began to talk again, with the booming tone of Tempus’ voice merely adding a god-like atmosphere to the space around them.

The world is forever a place of wonder, but with that wonder comes chaos.” As he spoke, Tempus gave a wave of his hand, and Billy watched as the vastness around them shifted, as if a movie projector were casting an image against the darkness. Billy recognized a great deal of the projections before them; he had watched the events in a state of terror long ago on his TV screen. The great beast Starro rising from the depths of the ocean. The alien attack on New York City. A green giant rampaging through a city. Other images he did not recognize quite so much. Parents rushing to save their infant child as their planet crumbles around them. Great battles of the Gods. A crazed scientist left for years on a barren wasteland by his team.

And then finally an image of Billy himself from earlier that day, the bodies of Tommy and Tuppence Terror lying unconscious below him. Billy shuddered to think of the other clips of himself misusing his abilities that could have appeared.

Where the Monitor’s and Watcher’s jobs are to watch and observe all of reality, I must preserve it.” Tempus Fuginaut continued, unfazed by the images beyond him. “Sure, other beings help…

At this, the images shifted. The clip of Starro moved to show the might of the Justice League facing the tentacled creature down. The Avengers arriving to fight off the invasion above Manhattan. A young metahuman feeling the vibrations of the world himself. No, not just one world. The vibrations of all worlds. There were more like him too, all throughout the multiverse. Even an anthropomorphic duck wearing a 3-piece suit. It was a big universe. Filled with heroes.

Billy found himself spinning on the spot in order to take it all in before they shifted into nothingness once more.

But I heal the tears in space-time and prevent them from happening.” Tempus stood tall and bold, radiating power as he spoke of his part in the world. “I seek to keep the universe in complete harmony until the Demiurge is born and can recreate it in his image.

It was a lot to take in. Superheroes he understood. He had been watching caped crusaders fighting criminals for years, and even been doing some of the fighting himself. It was second nature now. This on the other hand? This was different. This was otherworldly.

What.. What’s the Demiurge?” The first of a great number of questions on his mind.

A smile formed upon the golden man’s face once more.

Take a look for yourself.” He said, gesturing upwards towards the vastness of space before them.

Billy did not see it at first. He just found himself staring at the twinkle of the starlight, expecting another image to appear like before. Then he really began to see the stars, and how they were aligned in the darkness. The shining speckles twirled and danced along the sky in various patterns, forming lines. The lines of a face. The curls of hair. It was soon clear whose face it was bejewelled into the universe itself. It was Billy’s.

Why was it his face?

He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. It was if they had gotten lost in this starry reflection before him.

Yes Billy Kaplan. You are the Demiurge.” Tempus’s words snapped Billy back to reality slightly. “The sentient life force of the Universe itself.

No… No I’m fucking not.” Billy declared loudly, turning to Tempus. He was shaking now. “I’m barely 18. I’m still a kid. You’ve got this all wrong sir, I-

Tempus raised a hand, cutting him off, further adding to Billy exasperation.

You may be young now boy, but it is your destiny. You only have a glimpse of your truth power currently, but it is growing by the day. I shudder to think of the damage possible by such power in the hands of someone so young and inexperienced.

Then what on earth do you expect me to do?” Billy exclaimed, waving his arms out in front of him in confusion. If what he could now was only a snippet of what was to come, then he wanted out.

Train. Stay here with me and I will teach you all there is I know.

Billy scoffed loudly at the thought.

I can’t stay here… I have a life. I have Teddy.

You think that this Teddy is more important than the universe itself?

Teddy is my whole universe.” Billy stated adamantly, clenching his fists. He knew it was selfish. He obviously knew what the right decision was here. But he couldn’t stay. He wasn’t ready for this. He wasn’t a God. “I want to go home. Now.

Tempus pursed his lips, glaring down at the teenager. Billy held his own and glared back. But it was not strength that fueled him. It was fear.

At last Tempus Fuginaut gave up.

Fine. But in time Billy Kaplan, you will accept your fate.

Good fucking luck with that.

With a wave of the giant’s hand, the world around Billy shifted once more. Gone was the beautiful background of stars. Now Billy was back on the rooftop from before, the wind rushing around him.

He stood silently, his eyes gazing over the city absentmindedly. The ring of his phone soon brought back into focus. He rushed to pull it from his pocket. It was Teddy, worrying where he had gotten to. He sighed a breath of relief.

Whatever it was that was happening, at least everything with Teddy was ok.
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
T H E T E R R I F I C S


M I S T E R T E R R I F I C P H A N T O M G I R L P L A S T I C M A N M E T A M O R P H O
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:


"If life isn't fair, we'll make it fair."

Metamorpho. A former stuntman turned adventurer by the name of Rex Mason. After a terrible accident, Rex finds himself a freak of nature with the ability to transmute his body into any element.

Plastic Man. A former small-time crook by the name of Patrick "Eel" O'Brian. After finding himself doused by an unidentified chemical liquid, Eel finds himself with the power to stretch and bend his body into any imaginable shape.

Phantom Girl. A teenager from the planet Bgztl, Linnya Wazzo finds herself trapped within a ghost form while lost alone in the multiverse after her homeworld is destroyed by a multiversal dictator.

Mister Terrific. Dubbed one of the smartest and gifted men on the planet, throughout his youth, Michael Holt went on to acquire numerous doctorates and degrees, as well as becoming an Olympic Decathlete. It was during this time that Michael began volunteering at the Fair Play Initiative, a series of homeless shelters run by an old family friend, Terry Sloane. He put his mind to good use in helping increase the productivity and actions of the organisation, finding a new passion for helping others. It was here that he met Paula. The two quickly fell in love, marrying a few years later.

In an effort to fund their future, Michael began working at Stagg Industries, where he could finally push his mind and potential to their limit. This turned out to be an issue, however, as he founding himself getting sucked into his projects, with him putting them ahead of more personal things such as Paula and the Fair Play Initiative. This proved fatal one day when him being busy resulting in Paula tragically dying in a car accident, along with their unborn child.

As a result, Michael's life fell apart, with him leaving Stagg Industries, and falling into a deep depression. It was only during a meeting with Terry Sloane did things seem to change. Thrusting the responsibility of running the Fair Play Initiative upon him, Terry made him see that although he'd made his fortune in the world of science, it was his love for helping people that had led him meeting Paula and being happy. Turning his anger into resolve, Michael decides to set things.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

The Terrifics instantly became a favourite of mine since it's debut a few years ago, with the idea of a bunch of strangers coming together to form both a team and a family being something I enjoy a lot.

This series was heavily based on the idea of the Fantastic Four, with each character being an analogue for one the iconic roster. Mr Terrific, in particular, takes on the role of Mr Fantastic, and as such, I really want to hone into some of the flaws that the character he is replacing held. In some stories, Reed is seen to only care about science or their work, getting wrapped up in those things and as a result letting things slide because of their focus in on larger problems. I wanted to play up this idea with Mr Terrific, a character who's already suffered so much loss within his personal life.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

Additional Cast:
Terry Sloane: Once the original Mister Terrific of Hoover's J-Men, Terry sought to continue to help people by founding Gateway City's "Fair Play" homeless shelters to ensure nobody would ever feel forgotten or abandoned. Since retiring, he has passed on his responsibilities at Fair Play to Michael Holt.

Simon Stagg: The corrupt and power-hungry CEO of Stagg Industries.

Java: Hailing from 40,000 years ago, Java is Simon Stagg's personal bodyguard.

Sapphire Stagg: Daughter of Simon Stagg and one of the top researchers at Stagg Industries, Sapphire found herself growing close to Rex Mason when he originally began working at the organisation. She has not seen him since the accident.

Luke O'Brian: Son of Eel O'Brian, Luke grew up hating his father after he abandoned him and his mother.

The Waverider: A visitor from the future bringing grave news of what is to come.

The Monarch: TBD.

Starro: TBD

Doctor Will Magnus: TBD

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Joanie Ainjyl Porter



✦ May 30 1969 (16) ✦ Female ✦ Lesbian ✦ Filipino-American ✦

HYPER HUMAN ABILITIES
Explosion Inducement: Through accelerating the molecules at a specified point, Joanie is able to cause explosions. Depending on the chosen target, the size of these explosions will vary; the bigger the target, the bigger and more dangerous the explosion.

There are several limitations to this ability, however. More time and effort is required to trigger a larger target, with Joanie becoming tired if she exerts herself too much. On top of this, Joanie isn't invulnerable to her explosions, meaning that it could be extremely dangerous for her if something were to go wrong. This is only heightened from the fact that it'll take time for Joanie to learn how to accurately target something to explode; A single touch while angry could be all that is takes to trigger one. Touching her target isn't exactly necessary, however it may take a lot of effort and training for her to trigger an explosion without it.

BACKSTORY
Growing up as one of the only Asian kids in her neighborhood within Crestwood Hollow, Joanie found herself an outsider for the entirety of her youth.

Joanie's father Steven had grown up in the Crestwood Hollow, before leaving for college in Norfolk. Given his thirst for knowledge, he flourished there, eventually joining the department of Psychology as a research fellow. That was where he met Magindara, Joanie's mother, who had recently emigrated from the Philippines; the two had gone to grab for the same book at the college's library. Seven months later the two had married, before settling down to Steven's hometown once Joanie's mother had fallen pregnant.

Joanie didn't have many friends as she made her way through school, with her becoming quiet and reserved as a kid in an effort to avoid being the subject of the school bullies. Despite this, jeers and insults still found their way to her. This, in collaboration with the regular teenage hormones, led to the girl growing a bold and sarcastic personality as she bit back, commonly mocking and insulting her peers in retaliation. Despite it often leading to her finding herself receiving a talking to from both her teachers and her parents, Joanie had decided that the best way to solve her problems was to simply push back.

As Sophmore year began, this behaviour only escalated. That was until one of Joanie's classmates stepped in during one particular standoff within the corridors of Mather Memorial High. Joanie hadn't spoken to Vanessa Bordeaux much until that point, she operated in a greater social cloud than she after all, however, the two found themselves drifting together; Stolen glances from across the class. Occasional small talk in the halls. The brush of her hand as she passed Joanie handouts in class. Bonding over a shared interest in the latest Margaret Atwood novel in the town's bookshop. It probably wasn't anything significant to Vanessa, but Joanie found a newfound fire burning deeply within her whenever she laid eyes on the girl. She never dared act on these feelings though. She could only imagine what her peers would think if they discovered how she felt.

One of the popular girls at Mather Memorial, Erica Northridge, held a house party a few months into the school year. Joanie told people the only reason she went was for the free booze, but really it was because Vanessa had mentioned going. As the night drew to a close, the two teenagers found themselves sat together alone in the house's laundry room, continuing conversation that they had had in the bookstore weeks prior. Joanie didn't know if it was because of the liquid courage she'd been drinking or just the particular way that Vanessa had styled her hair that night, but she soon found herself kissing her. Awkwardly trying to laugh off what had happened, Joanie ran before Vanessa could even respond.

The following week Joanie avoided both her gaze and all other attempts that Vanessa made to talk to her. She didn't want to confront what had happened. She didn't want to lose what had been the happiest months of her life. Then, just as she had built up the courage to finally confront her, Joanie found her heart shatter as Vanessa's death was announced during morning announcements.

OTHER SKILLS
  • Music: Joanie was enrolled in piano lessons for the majority of her time during elementary school, before eventually quitting upon reaching middle school. To appease her mother, however, she kept up her musical talents to an extent by learning to play bass.
  • Intelligent: She has demonstrated a high aptitude for English literature, history, and philosophy, among other subjects. In recent years she's become enthralled in feminist literature.

RELATIONSHIP TO VANESSA
While sharing classes for a large part of their lives, the two hadn't interacted much until Sophmore year where Joanie found herself quickly falling for Vanessa after an incident. They grew somewhat close, with Joanie kissing Vanessa at a party a week before her death.
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Joanie Ainjyl Porter



✦ May 30 1969 (16) ✦ Female ✦ Lesbian ✦ Filipino-American ✦

HYPER HUMAN ABILITIES
Explosion Inducement: Through accelerating the molecules at a specified point, Joanie is able to cause explosions. Depending on the chosen target, the size of these explosions will vary; the bigger the target, the bigger and more dangerous the explosion.

There are several limitations to this ability, however. More time and effort is required to trigger a larger target, with Joanie becoming tired if she exerts herself too much. On top of this, Joanie isn't invulnerable to her explosions, meaning that it could be extremely dangerous for her if something were to go wrong. This is only heightened from the fact that it'll take time for Joanie to learn how to accurately target something to explode; A single touch while angry could be all that is takes to trigger one. Touching her target isn't exactly necessary, however it may take a lot of effort and training for her to trigger an explosion without it.

BACKSTORY
Growing up as one of the only Asian kids in Crestwood Hollow, Joanie found herself an outsider for the entirety of her youth.

Joanie's father Steven had grown up in the lowly town of Crestwood Hollow, before leaving for college in Norfolk. Given his thirst for knowledge, he flourished there, eventually joining the department of Psychology as a research fellow. That was where he met Magindara, Joanie's mother, who had recently emigrated from the Philippines; the two had gone to grab for the same book at the college's library. Seven months later the two had married, before settling down to Steven's hometown once Joanie's mother had fallen pregnant.

Joanie didn't have many friends as she made her way through school, with her becoming quiet and reserved as a kid in an effort to avoid being the subject of the school bullies. Despite this, jeers and insults still found their way to her. This, in collaboration with the regular teenage hormones, led to the girl growing a bold and sarcastic personality as she bit back, commonly mocking and insulting her peers in retaliation. Despite it often leading to her finding herself receiving a talking to from both her teachers and her parents, Joanie had decided that the best way to solve her problems was to simply push back.

As Sophmore year began, this behaviour only escalated. That was until one of Joanie's classmates stepped in during one particular standoff within the corridors of Mather Memorial High. Joanie hadn't spoken to Vanessa Bordeaux much until that point, she operated in a greater social cloud than she after all, however, the two found themselves drifting together; Stolen glances from across the class. Occasional small talk in the halls. The brush of her hand as she passed Joanie handouts in class. Bonding over a shared interest in the latest Margaret Atwood novel in the town's bookshop. It probably wasn't anything significant to Vanessa, but Joanie found a newfound fire burning deeply within her whenever she laid eyes on the girl.

One of the popular girls at Mather Memorial, Erica Northridge, held a house party a few months into the school year. Joanie told people the only reason she went was for the free booze, but really it was because Vanessa had mentioned going. As the night drew to a close, the two teenagers found themselves sat together alone in the house's laundry room, continuing conversation that they had had in the bookstore weeks prior. Joanie didn't know if it was because of the liquid courage she'd been drinking or just the particular way that Vanessa had styled her hair that night, but she soon found herself kissing her. Awkwardly trying to laugh off what had happened, Joanie ran before Vanessa could even respond.

The following week Joanie avoided both her gaze and all other attempts that Vanessa made to talk to her. She didn't want to confront what had happened. She didn't want to lose what had been the happiest months of her life. Then, just as she had built up the courage to finally confront her, Joanie found her heart shatter as Vanessa's death was announced during morning announcements.

OTHER SKILLS
  • Music: Joanie was enrolled in piano lessons for the majority of her time during elementary school, before eventually quitting upon reaching middle school. To appease her mother, however, she kept up her musical talents to an extent by learning to play bass.
  • Intelligent: She has demonstrated a high aptitude for English literature, history, and philosophy, among other subjects. In recent years she's become enthralled in feminist literature.

RELATIONSHIP TO VANESSA
While sharing classes for a large part of their lives, the two hadn't interacted much until Sophmore year where Joanie found herself quickly falling for Vanessa after an incident. They grew somewhat close, with Joanie kissing Vanessa at a party a week before her death.
I was waiting to finish university before returning to both this site and writing in general, as I've had an itch to continue Magik's story from both season 1 and 2, but looks like I may be a bit late here!
Apologies for the delay, I've had a busy week but have now been getting back into the swing of things. However, before I start working on a post, I guess I want to ask whether this thing is still going? I know it's a busy time of year, so slow posting is understandable, but don't want to spend time writing if people have dropped, etc

Illyana’s felt a strain on her heart as she watched her teacher comfort the young girl. The way he knelt down onto one knee to get onto her level. The bemusing and whimsical chime of his voice that made any explanation regardless of how far fetched it may seem, immediately believable. The way he smiled and acted as if everything in that instance was ok. It was exactly how Strange had acted when the two of them had just met. When he had found her cold and alone, just after she had escaped from that hellscape.

His interactions with Christina made her think. Was this how he had viewed her. As a helpless child? A child in need of saving?

She stood watching in silence, her eyes glancing precariously towards the impending army every so often. She flashed her teeth angrily if any got too close, twirling the soul sword in her hands with the grace of a majorette. They growled in retaliation, their piercing eyes staring in fear at the unknown blade of blue that she held.

Then let's do some magic!

Strange’s words drew her back in. A smile escaped her lips as she watched the look of pure joy that had consumed Christina. She looked so happy at the thought of casting a spell; a childhood daydream come true. Illyana imagined it must just like in some kind of fairytale to her right now. It was sweet. It was all a load of nonsense, of course. Strange couldn’t really imbue this girl with the magic of the cosmos. No, that was too much. This was merely a ruse to lift the girl’s spirits and give her hope. It was a skill that Strange was good at, as Illyana knew well.

It wasn’t necessarily a bad skill though.

Giving her mentor a nod, she got down onto one knee and took the young girl’s hand, smiling gleefully at her. Both she and Strange rose up in unison, with the three now standing hand in hand, the butterflies around them beginning to fade, along with the whispery veil that held the creatures back.

Keep your head high, Christina.” Doctor Strange instructed, giving the girl’s hand a squeeze. “I want you to think of your happiest memories. Your mum. Your dad.

And your friends.” Illyana continued, swinging Christina’s arm slightly, leading to her to giggle cheerfully.

What if I don’t do good enough?” She asked, peering up at Illyana wantingly.

As she spoke the power of the veil faded further, with the swarms of nightmares beginning to rile themselves up. They flowed towards the gaps like sharks; bloodthirsty and relentless. Illyana could feel Christina begin to tense up slightly at the thought.

You are the most poverful person vere.” Illyana spoke calmly, speaking words she wished she could believe herself. “Fail or succeed, vou’ll alvays be good enough.

She avoided the gaze of her mentor as she spoke, focussing on Christina instead. Her ideas had widened, and a confidently childlike smile had spread across her face.

Ok then. I am ready!” She declared, beaming into the destruction ahead.

Perfect.” Strange smiled, bringing his spare hand up before him. His fingers skimmed the air, producing sparks of energy and the visage of runes before the three of them.

Now, Illyana…” He began to speak before Illyana cut him off.

I know, I know. Pronunciation.” She groaned childishly, rolling her eyes as she raised her sword arm into the air to mirror Strange.

He simply nodded, much like teachers do.

Remember to roll your tongue on the R sounds.

As Illyana released one last scoff of annoyance, the magical veil finally broke, and the two began their incantation.

Their voices flowed vibrantly as the hordes soared towards the trio, radiating words incomprehensible to the mortal mind. Their arms moved in unison, each touch against the air sparking a small wave of pure light and spirit. Yet despite the light show, the beasts grew ever closer.

Fifty feet. Then forty. The threat of what was to come lost on them.

As they spoke in tongues, Magik and Strange began to channel the energy before them.

Thirty feet. Twenty.

The energy took form. It was not a shapeless cloud of energy now, but a blinding, dazzling, silver creature.

Ten feet.

The majestic butterfly sprouted into life before them, it’s body radiating in silver light. The creatures reared back on their approach, their nightmarish screeches racketing their eardrums. But it was too late. One second the butterfly was flying before them, the next it had erupted. The whiteness that emerged engulphed everyone, rushing outwards like a tidal wave of energy.

The nightmare’s scattered, their spectral forms rocketing to get away. Yet despite their speed and determination, they were no matter. Much like the previous veil, as soon as the light hit them, they found the smoke of their forms dissipating into nothingness. Screams and shrieks echoed around the dreamscape, fading away with their bodies.

As the light died down, the magicians looked over their handiwork. Seconds ago an army had floated before them. Now there was nothing. Or so they thought.

A shout from Christina broke them from their admiration.

Oh no…” She cried, visually distressed. Her finger pointed out over to the distance within the dreamscape, where the form of two lone nightmares could be seen slithering away. They looked feeble now. Weak.

Strange simply put his hand on the girl’s shoulder to reassure her.

It’s fine” He said. “They’re just running scared.

A scowl spread across Illyana’s face. Those creature’s had terrorised this child’s dreams before they had stopped them. If they escaped, they could regrow their numbers and return. Magik wasn’t going to let that happened.

No.” She stated angrily, conjuring the glowing yellow light of a stepping disc beneath her feet as she brandished her sword. “Not on my watch.

Magik, wait!

Strange’s pleas for her to stop fell on deaf ears as she vanished from their sight. She emerged in a fury, appearing directly before the smoke of the nightmares, her sword swinging wildly above her head. The beast’s let out a shriek as their bodies moved to avoid their newfound obstacle. But the daughter of Limbo was too quick. With a swing of her sword, the nightmare to her left found itself inflamed as her blade chopped it in two.

She turned on the second as the first dissolved around her, her face filled with anger. Her body had changed slightly now, a thick row of black plated metal armour encasing both her sword arm and legs. What's more, a pair of small hellish horns had sprouted atop her head, emerging violently through the blonde bangs of her hair. Her breathing had heavied, growing brutish and angry. The nightmare seemed to squeal in fear as the demonic woman prowled towards it, her sword fixated on her prey. Her eyes burned like fire as she raised the blade above her head.

Yet before she could cut down her target, she found her arms entrapped. Thick red bands of energy had wrapped themselves around her wrists, stopping her from finishing her swing. Her head snapped to her left in anger to follow the source of the tendrils, until her eyes stopped on the shape of her teacher. Strange’s face was cold and unloving as he drifted towards her, his eyes filled with disapproval.

Illyana anger rescinded into fear, her eyes widening. Her armour faded away as the horns retreated into her hair. As he grew closer, she felt the tendrils loosen on her arms, allowing her to break free from her shackles. Embarrassed she stood still, her eyes glued to her feet. She didn’t want to see the look her mentor was giving her.

Go.” The Sorceror Supreme commanded. Illyana finally glanced upwards to see him facing the nightmare now. She felt relief wash over her, yet part of her knew this wasn’t over.

You’re done here.

The creature whimpered, being turning in haste. Its forms twisted, as it fled from the dreamscape, disappearing back to where it had come from.

Illyana couldn’t help but wonder whether that command was also directed at her.

Explosions of colour and mystical energy erupted around the Sorcerer Supreme as his astral form fought its way through the whiteness of the dreamscape. Before him, waves of creatures rocketed around, flying like smoke on the wind, their monstrous faces gleaming out of the blackness. They outnumbered him a hundred to one, yet Doctor Stephen Strange was not scared. Such festivities was a typical Tuesday for a master of the mystic arts.

Swinging the ghostly visage of the Axe of Angarruumus with his spare hand, Strange kept most of his focus on channelling blasts of magic before him. He moved swiftly. Summoning a shield of deep blue to repel the oncoming wrath of one nightmare before immediately launching the shield towards a pack of shadows. The shield shifted its form as it launched through the air, taking the shape of an orb of electricity, which hurtled forward like a bullet. It thundered loudly, entrapping the creatures it struck in an electrical storm that boomed dramatically over the battle. Their screeches were louder though, threatening to tear Strange’s eardrums asunder. As he winced in pain from the noise, the nightmares made their attack.

Their black energy snaked forward, ensnaring their shadows around him. He reacted with a swing from the axe; the blade cutting swiftly through the mass of darkness, releasing him into the light. He readied himself to take on the two that followed the first attacker. Another swing from the axe dissipated the form of the next shadow that plummeted towards him before the crack of his wrist launched a fireball towards the final of the three. He almost let out a loud taunt towards the group, before realizing that another large number of them were beginning to make their move.

Smugness crossed his face as Doctor Strange crossed his arms flamboyantly before him, issuing an array of inhuman sounding words as he did so. A whispered veil of grey drifted into being between the lone man and the swarm of shadowy rockets that hissed and howled towards him. They moved by the dozen, yet he stood motionless now. He was calm. He was collected. He had them right where he wanted them.

As the creatures hit the veil, their forms scattered, taking on sharp shades of blue and white. The wisps of smoke took form, as their remains fluttered around the Sorcerer, now transformed into a parade of beautiful butterflies.

He smiled triumphantly, before speaking confidently to the hordes that still waited on the periphery of the veil.

Who’s next?

A familiar laugh from his left drew his attention. Turning he watched as his apprentice drifted through the emptiness towards him, entering the field of butterflies that surrounded him.

Showing off again?” Illyana Rasputina asked with a smirk as she made her way to his side.

In one hand she held the blue flamed blade of her soul sword, which flashed with a fury of unparalleled power. Her other hand guided along someone who was just as important; Christina Weir, the young girl whose mind they were currently fighting to protect. The young girl was clutching to Magik’s hand as if her life depended on it, her eyes gawking around them like spotlights. Her breathing heavied as she stared around at the nightmare that encircled them, however, she seemed to grow calmer as she found herself amongst the butterflies.

That was good though because, at the arrival of the two girls, the creatures seemed to grow more rabid. Their growls and snarls grew louder as their spectral bodies swirled just beyond the veil impatiently.

Before Strange could offer a rebuttal to Magik’s mockery, the sorceress continued.

I found the girl.” She motioned her heard the child. “So vhats one less thing to vorry about.

And now we just need to clean up shop.” Strange finished, giving his apprentice a short smile. Things had been tense between the two of them over the past few months ever since Star City. Thankfully it would seem that things were starting to return to normal.

A shriek from behind caught their attention. The young child had finally caught sight of the waves of shadows before them.

What’s going on?” She cried, tears running down her face. Her hands trembled violently in fear as she gripped tightly onto the metal of Magik’s armoured arm. “You said this was in my head… but I don’t understand. Where’s my mum?

Illyana moved to turn and comfort her, however, Strange got there first. Getting down on one knee, the Sorcerer Supreme placed a hand on the child’s shoulder calmly, giving her an endearing look. It was a look Illyana recognised well. It was the look he’d given her when they had first met.

Hi there, you must be Christina.” She nodded meekly at his words. “My name is Doctor Strange.

Am… Am I poorly?” She asked, her voice breaking slightly.

Oh Heaven’s no. You’re perfectly fine.” He smiled reassuringly, prompting Christina to let out a brief look of relief. “But as my friend here said, you’re currently just dreaming. A big bad man named Nightmare is trying to make you have a bad dream. But we’re not going to let him do that, aren’t we?

Christina shook her head triumphantly.

Good!” Strange continued, proud that his motivational speech had worked. “Then let's do some magic!
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