3rd POV:
Boliver Trask came into the presidents Oval Office, brimming with prideful giddiness. Though he had enough self control not to show it on his face. Finally, these vermins can be eliminated as he now solved the Sentinels issues. Sure they could not adapt in the way he hoped for, but at least they can adjust to new situations well enough and with some luck he will find a way for them to adapt to new powers on the field immediately.
''Mr.President. I am glad that you called for me. I have actually great news in regards to the Sentinels. The second generation is battle ready. One word from you and we can start building more of them and incarcerating those in possession of the X-Gene,'' Trask addressed the president. In his opinion they should just kill or enslave all of them. But for now he would settle for incarceration.
President Pipen looked up from a document reporting the events of the past week and its effects.
''Dr.Trask under different circumstances this would be exemplary news, but alas things changed. Pack your things and go. You are hereby discharged from your post and the Sentinel project will be terminated and put on hold. Thank you for serving the country until now,'' President Pipen, returning back to the documents. He needed to understand what exactly he was dealing with as the entire situation was unprecedented. Either way he knew trying to 'unify' people and get rid of diversity would tank his numbers harder than the great depression.
Trask starred incomprehensively at the president.
''Mr.President, I don't understand. These people are a blight on the human race. What does it matter what one creature said? Or what the masses believe. We know better then them and should guide them,'' Trask tried. This kind of talk usually got the president on his side.
''You are a man of science, I understand that. But there is more to life than science. Things that go beyond the comprehensible. I will not sit here and be branded a heretic by the masses. Have you seen them? Actually seen them? Of course not, you spend too much time in that laboratory of yours. We need to adapt to the new world order or be replaced. You are dismissed,'' Pipen said not looking up from his documents. The secret service approached Trask and made it clear that he either cooperated or be removed forcibly from the Oval Office.
Hmmm. As much as it stung to have all the Republicans groundwork be undone by one event and have the Friends of humanities support be undermined by the Fellowship of Satanael, they could pick up the broken pieces. He just needed to spin it just right, buy the republicans some time and soon enough they can return to the proper world order. But for now they were all playing a delicate game and he could not afford to have risks like Trask around that would jeopardize their plan. Once things settle, they can return to removing these vermins.
Unfortunately, this was his last term in the Oval Office as president, so things will be left for Mumpf. It was all a matter of manipulating the polls and drawing the districts in the right way and then their plan can continue. But for now, he needed to be seen doing something, implement the publics majorities will. That kind of stuff.
Pipen picked up the phone and ordered a UN meeting and that Xavier should be there too.
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Trask came back into his home and dumped the box with his office gadgets on the ground. This was catastrophical, Trask thought to himself as he sat o the bed. All his work undone. Sure he still had the blueprints in his mind, but all his resources are gone now. Did these idiots really think that taking the blueprints away and having hims sign an NDA would stop him?
And his Sentinels in the old HYDRA base were destroyed too. As well as all the agents getting killed. It will be difficult to integrate himself back as a leader in order to get resources for his plans. So working for the president was a blessing in disguise, alas here he was.
Curse that fucking Satanael and the Fellowship of Satanael. Curse those fucking Phantom Thieves as well, or Velvet Room Attendants or whatever else they call themselves. The X-Gene people were a disease and needed to be purged. He should have just gone ahead and released his works to the public on the X-Gene and the powers that come with it. But he thought it more prudent to withhold that information for now since this would buy them time to build the Sentinels unopposed. And thus only Xaviers work was known to the public.
If he did maybe there would be more Friends of Humanity members today.
These people around him just want the Mutants and Mutates removed to rule unopposed, but he knew the true dangers of Mutants and needed to remove them.
But how? He needed resources.
Ding Dong the doorbell rang. Trask frowned. He did not expect anyone, but he still decided to open up the door.
''Yes? How may I help you?,'' Trask asked.
''Good day to you. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Bastian and I came to you in regards with the Sentinel project,'' Bastian introduced himself with a smirk.
''Come in,'' Trask said after casting a quick look around. Bastian came in and Trask closed the door behind them.
''The Sentinel project has been disbanded, haven't you heard?,'' Trask asked.
''Precisely. Which is why I am here. These sheeple can think what they want and supposed gods can declare what they want, but we know the dangers those mutants can pose. I think like you that they should be eradicated. But you see I lack the mind, despite having the resources, whereas you have the mind, but lack the resources,'' Bastian said leadingly.
''So you are proposing a partnership?,'' Trask asked suspiciously. Well that was awfully convenient timing.
''I know what it looks like, but rest assured, that we have always kept track on your project. We were content with seeing you work from afar, but with recent events, we decided to make you this offers. So?,'' Bastian clarified to him.
Trask frowned, that still was not enough to assuage his suspicions, but at least it sounded plausible enough to him. And he really needed those resources.
''Fine then,'' Trask held out his hand. Bastian looked at it and then shook it, before quickly letting go.
''Pleasure doing business with you. Well then shall we talk doctor?,'' Bastian asked him making Trask nod.
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'' 'What is your opinion on the Cult of Satanael?','' SpasmBronze, one of the more popular YouTubers, read from his chat.
''See now you are being disingenuous. To imply that the Fellowship of Satanael is a cult would mean that they have a leader from which they take commands from. But Satanael pretty much dropped bomb shells of truths and then dipped.
And if you still consider them a cult, despite his absence, then what stops me from saying all the other religious groups are cults as well?
They are not a cult,'' SpasmBronze assured them.
'Fine then. And your opinion on them?'
''I'm not a believer, but I am a supporter. Like, my biggest problem with religion was always that people expected God to come save them. Like... No.
And now Satanael, Gods first son and an archangel according to some versions of the scriptures, comes and says 'Yo, you got freedom all wrong. Freedom is always making a choice and suffering the consequences'
Like you can't abstain from making choices. Right? And we have literally seen that our choices have weight. Our indolence invited Yaldabaoth and our diligence permitted Satanael to be summoned and come to our rescue.''
'What even is their religion?'
''If you want to know more about the Fellowship of Satanael then visit their homepage and follow them. It has like 3 billion followers or something. I just want to make very clear that the actual followers of that religion are probably only around 1.5-2 billion. I mean I follow them and I am not a believer.
Their 'Priests', though they don't want to be called that as they see the Velvet Room Attendants as Satanaels Priests, spent days analyzing every word they said during that news feed. In the end they seemed to take Satanaels words very literally.
You don't need a thousand words to figure out you shouldn't be a dick and so on and so forth.
Basically. Don't sin and be virtuous. And we know which sins are sins, because Yaldabaoth has mentioned pretty much all of them.
Be respectful regardless of differences.
Fight for what is right and hold people accountable for their own choices''
'Have you seen the FoS kill the ICE agents when they tried to make a warrantless arrest? I thought murder was a sin?'
''Oh I've seen it. Dude, it was crazy. I will however address your second question first and then and then return to this topic.
All of the Velvet Room Attendants and Satanael very clearly distinguished between sin and morals. And this is supported by the fact that Satanael had no problem with the Phantom Thieves killing some of their victims. So I guess murdering is wrong and considered a moral issue, but is not considered a sin.
As for the ICE topic. All I know is that somebody snitched that ICE was trying to make a warrantless arrest and then people showed up and killed them. Didn't they then turn themselves in? Yes they did! Wow. Of course, I'm not gonna feel sad for the ICE agents. They are basically Gestapo waiting for the right person to give them a blank check.''
'How is that not a cult exactly. Who turns themselves in after committing a crime?'
''You haven't been listening to anything I said did you? They were being virtuous by not standing aside and letting injustice happen and then they turned themselves in, because they used injustice to stop injustice and because they stuck to the consequences of their choices. In other words they were being diligent.''
'Have you seen the NYC mayor try to pull his weight after causing a car accident and wave off the criminal charges? Members of the FoS surrounded them in the thousands and just stood there'
''Hahahahaha. The were just standing there menacingly? I got to see this''
SpasmBronze quickly typed in the relevant words and clicked on a video. The mayor tried indeed to pull rank and have the police drop the matter only for a person to come and ask what was going on. The police were trying to remove the person only for another person to come and another and another. Before they knew it thousands of people surrounded the police and the mayor. In the end the police reluctantly cuffed the mayor. The entire video was apparently forcible released to the public that was filmed by a police body cam. SpasmBronze burst out laughing.
''Wow. I guess there you have it. Our choices do matter and we can make the world a better place, when we try. And you guys are usually so defeatist.''
'Why are you laughing? These guys are doing the devils work and should be branded terrorists.'
''Ok. In what manner is Satanael the Devil? He specifically complained about people like you, that think him wrongly the devil. You do understand that? And you do understand that Satanael and the Velvet Room Attendants came to humanities rescue many times apparently. This is only the first time they decided not to erase humanities memory of them. And you clearly strike me as a guy that declares anyone a terrorist who does something you remotely dislike.''
'I still can't wrap my head around how quickly the FoS grew. I mean I support them, but the fact that so many people do as well is impressive'
''Seeing is believing. This is one advantage the FoS have over the older religions. Like, a literal archangel appeared in front of the camera and saved humanity. How are you gonna top that as a christian, muslim, etc., etc.?''
'You think there will be war?'
''Absolutely. It will probably be the most pointless war ever fought in history, but it will be fought. What they will fight over thought? I don't know. Apparently they are really all the same religion anyway and are pretenders, because the original scriptures were lost.
As I said, seeing is believing. There is just no way that christians, muslims and so on can possible do anything to stop the spread of FoS' growth.''
'You think they conned us? Maybe this is all fake?'
''Does it matter? It is checkmate. If it is fake, then there is no way to prove it. And if it is real, then there is also no way to prove it. Either way the idea has been planted in the peoples heads and it is spreading.''
'I don't trust them. They barely explained anything.'
''They explained enough for people to form a functioning religion and already make change in the world. Satanael is a god, sorry, sorry archangel. Thanks for correcting me.
Have you not seen him immediately change his friendly demeanor when dared to be questioned? He reminded everyone very quickly of who he was in that moment. He is a godly being and we are ants to him. The fact that he is so merciful and holds love for us, only endears him more to the people. So what if he didn't explain everything? He is the first son of god, whatever words he gives us should be taken as gospel, because God certainly does not interact with us.''
'Have you seen the war in the middle east intensify after the 'Modern Revelation' ?'
'I think there will be a war, but not between religions. Instead it will be between FoS and FoH.'
'Will you watch the news feed of the UNs meeting in regards to the Mutants future?'
'I thought today was supposed to be gaming day?'
''Guys, guys. I know there is a lot happening. OK? I can't cover it all, but I will try my best. Also priorities my guy. You really want me to play games when there is a literal schism happening in society right now?
Anyway, about that....''
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''Thank you. Thank you. Members of the United Nations. Friends. Allies. Brothers in arms. I would like to welcome you all to our meeting in regards to the Fellowship of Satanael and the future of the newly emerged mutants,'' Pipen opened up the council. With matters being so important it was certain that the news agencies would live stream every second here. The various governments of the world were all pretending that they didn't already know about about the X-Gene. Damn FoS have been tightening the noose around their throat and restricting their movements.
''For that we have invited leading scientist Professor Doctor Charles Xavier and also school director of the 'School for Gifted Youngsters' in the hopes of finding a solution to at least one of our topics.
I would like to remind all members of the UN that he was the one that discovered the new gene that he coined the X-Gene. If I remember correctly, you refused the Nobel Prize for this discovery, Doctor Xavier?,'' Pipen asked. But it was more accurate to say that he subtly informed the other politicians that they were dealing with an idealist here. No sane person would refuse the nobel prize otherwise.
Charles came to the UN council meeting with most of the Professors and some of the students. While he was of the opinion that they didn't need all to come, he understood they were anxious about their safety. But also Xavier conceded their point that they were almost adults anyway and understood that they wanted to help mutantkind.
''Correct, President Pipen,'' Charles spoke into the microphone.
Before Pipen could continue speaking the guards rushed in as the doors to the council flew open. The X-Men immediately prepared for battle, only to narrow their eyes as they saw Magneto and a few from his entourage step into the council.
''Deciding Mutantkinds future without me Charles. Tsk, tsk. I thought you and I were supposed to share the same dream, of mutants living free needing to no longer hide and no longer being prejudiced against,'' Erik chastised, as he marched forward ignoring the guards pointing their guns at them.
''Erik. We still share the same dream, but our methods differ. What are you doing here?,'' Charles diplomatically replied, gesturing the X-Men not to initiate any trouble.
''I am here to stop you from making bad choices, old friend. Haven't you noticed how he specifically mentioned that you refused the nobel prize. He signaled to all the others that you are an idealist and that was a way they could exploit you,'' Erik said taking a seat at the same table as Charles.
''I have noticed that actually, my friend,'' Charles replied. The entire X-Mansion knew of their complicated relationship.
''At ease my friend. This is an unprecedented event. I am here for the same reason as you. For Mutantkind and to stop you from getting exploited. You always needed some cynicism to your idealism,'' Erik teased. This was not his usual style of doing things, but he couldn't deny that he didn't recognize the opportunity that fell into his lap. Emma also reasoned, that swaying the public would hurt the politicians more and help mutants more than any act of aggression ever could. Hit them were it really hurts them. Approval ratings.
The UN Council held its breath as tensions rose. They all knew who Erik Lehnsherr was. The problem was that he never caused enough of a scene to make himself an enemy in the publics eye, even if he broke laws when attacking certain facilities. And now them not informing the public was coming back to bite them. Whatever was going to happen, the public could not learn that the governments already knew about the X-Gene.
''And who are you? You were not invited,'' Pipen asked, hiding his frustrations. Erik flashed them a charming smile, knowing full well their hands were tied.
''I am Erik Lehnsherr. A survivor of the holocaust and a mutant. I am here, because I already saw enough parallels between the treatment of mutants and the jews in the concentration camps. And I wish to stop history from repeating itself,'' Erik explained.
Fuck. That was sure to sway the public a lot. The FoS would only exacerbate this issues.
''My condolences. But there are certain steps of procedures that you just skipped when barging into this meeting uninvited. If anything you just broke the law. Whatever decisions we make here, Mutantkind shall not be exempt from laws. That would invite disaster and destabilize the integrity of our shared ideals and beliefs.
But fine. We shall put this to a vote,'' Pipen informed. After a few minutes all the UN members cast their vote. It was an impromptu vote, but in the grand scheme of things it was only for show. Their hands were tied and they could not have Magneto escalate matters, so the will permit him to sit on the meeting. After a short gesture the guards left the room and returned to their post.
''Moving on past that. Doctor Xavier, please inform us more about the X-Gene so that we may make a more informed decision,'' Pipen requested.
''Aptly put the X-Gene is the next step in human evolution. Those who possess a X-Gene can, under great emotional upheaval or during puberty, develop powers. What form these powers may take no one knows. It is a bit like winning the lottery,'' Xavier explained.
''But there are different level of powers right?,'' T'Chaka asked, King of the Wakandan people.
''Correct. From the lowest to the highest it would be, Epsilon, Delta, Gamma, Beta, Alpha and finally, Omega,'' Erik informed curtly.
''In that case we want to address probably the most worrying issue all of us and those with no powers have here. What stops you from exploiting us? I can imagine people like you can simply wave of the law and ignore it,'' Pipen asked.
'Permit me to turn the question around, President Pipen. What stopped the Nazis from torturing the Jews? The answer is nothing. And keep in mind that in the Nazis case the law was on their side. But we are not here to exploit you any more than you wish to exploit us. We all wish to coexist together,'' Erik replied. Pipen suppressed a scowl at that fuckers audacity to lie so blatantly. Right, public image must be maintained.
''But there will be people of the X-Gene that will break the law. What about them?,'' Pipen asked.
''Those people are no more different than normal people that break the law. I suppose other enhanced could stop them,'' Charles replied.
''Indeed,'' Erik reluctantly agreed.
''So nothing but solidarity stops you from harming us, any more than solidarity stops us from harming you. In that case I wish to propose a law. The Law of Solidarity between Mutants and Humans. Under that law Mutants are considered enhanced humans. They are and will be afforded all rights and protections that all other humans of the civilized world will enjoy. In turn Mutants may use their power only in so far as the law allows.
Which means a american mutant may not suddenly teleport to france and vice versa. He or she must inform the proper authorities about their arrival and then they can continue to use their powers. That said, seeing as it is infinitely easier for an enhanced to break the law the punishment will also be more severe. Be that in the form of a bigger fine or longer prison time.
I wish to note to the Council that this is only a proposal. Further details can be hashed out later and then we can vote to pass the law. All in agreement?,'' Pipen asked. He hated having to do this, but hopefully one mutant will fuck everything up for their kind and then they can rally the public against them. Unfortunately the wind was blowing in a different direction today.
After several minutes most voted to pass the bill.
''While it gladdens my heart to see such a law passed. I still think this is not enough. The law may say that it will protect us, but our kind will still be discriminated against by society. The truth is that mutants need a place where something like this can't occur,'' Erik suddenly said. They all knew what he implied. He hoped that by having an official place for mutants to call home they would all gather their might better against the humans. And worst case scenario attack them back with greater strength and numbers.
''Are you suggesting that the UN grant you mutants a land from which you can rule as a sovereign nation?,'' Pipen asked incredulously, surprised by Magnetos audacity.
''I merely wish for our people to have no need to hide themselves. An Utopia for mutants were they can be wholly themselves, free of the fear of prejudice and discrimination. I reiterate the law may be on our side, but people will still try and segregate us. Should any mutant wish to escape this, then they will always have a place of refuge. You granted this to us jews. Why not do so for mutants as well?,'' Erik asked. Several politicians suppressed their eye twitch. Yes, they get it. Erik Lehnsherr was a holocaust survivor. Stop playing that card.
''At least until most of the publics fear has settled then mutants and humans can exist side by side,'' Charles added.
''But until then, that still leaves a nation that has developed infrastructure and all other kinds of functions as societies do. All that to abandon it afterwards? Mutants and humans may one day live side by side, but I doubt you will stop calling your home your home. You don't expect us to try and forcibly take it back, do you? No, of course not. Let us vote on this and talk about this more.
After several hours of back and forth and arguing some more. And then arguing some more again. The UN finally came to a decision.
In the end most of the UN members agreed to give Genosha to the mutants. With concessions of course. Genosha would be considered part of the civilized world. Which meant they had to have the same laws as most of them. Or at least laws trying to uphold one ideology or the other. For the sake of peace, Genosha would always have an UN ambassador in Genosha. That would be Valerie Cooper.
In turn they would be granted one UN seat. Magneto would be their leader and wasn't that a concession they had to make that tasted like bile. The fact that Wakanda had a king and was ruled by him until death, did them no favor in trying to argue Genosha should be a democracy, so they didn't even bother with that argument.
In the end both side won and lost in that meeting. The politicians had to play nice, regardless of their beliefs and Magneto was put under supervision, which meant he could not do as he pleased. Unless he had Emma manipulate Coopers mind. But she was sure to be under heavy scrutiny and if something went wrong, all goodwill would vanish.
But Magneto did get a place for all mutants to call their home and the politicians put the ball in Eriks court, by forcing him to conceded that lawbreaking mutants would be put in prison. They all knew that what was left unsaid is that they would harvest the mutants in any form. So Magneto was forced to make mutants play nice, at least those in his country. He could do nothing if someone broke the law in another country and was no citizen of Genosha.
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''I guess you finally have your wish. An Utopia for all of our kind,'' Charles said after that meeting. Eriks entourage seemed calmer now, after they got granted Genosha, which calmed the X-Men in turn.
''And you have a shot at coexistence. I still think you are giving these people to much credit, old friend. They will come to disappoint you. When that happens, know that you and your school are always welcome in my home,'' Erik told him. All things said, he was glad he rolled with this, instead of his usual modus operandi.
Though he knew, if he broke even one law, the UN would try and drag him through the mud. Just because they played nice, did not mean his previous crimes were pardoned. All it meant was that the public did not know about his previous crimes.
''They may yet come to surprise you as well, my friend,'' Charles replied in turn.
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While the Mutants went home, the UN still had several topics to discuss.
In the end the Fellowship of Satanael were not declared a cult and neither were they declared terrorists. They simply had no ground from which to argue that the FoS was there to bedevil the masses. At best they could hold individuals accountable for breaking the law. And seeing as all FoS members reacted virtuously differently did not help matters. They could not claim they were all the same. Not everyone went around killing ICE agents after all.
It also did not help that most of the people converting were Christians or Atheists. Which made sense after all, seeing as it was in the end still the same religion only more adherent to the truth. To see them declared enemies would immediately turn a majority of the public against them, seeing as most of the FoS spread in western countries.
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''Is that the last one that killed those ICE agents? Do we really need the media here?,'' one police officer said as he prepared the electric chair.
''Yes and yes. This is a historic event apparently. The sheep fought back against ICE agents of all people. Enjoy your final vestiges of power, because I doubt we can get it to abuse it anymore. We will be held accountable from here on out,'' the other police officer bit out.
''You are saying it as if that is a bad thing,'' the other police officer replied.
''Oh god, you are one of these people. Righteous to the bone. Do as you told recruit and rejoice for the captain issued a warning to reduce our abuse of power. Tch, abuse of power my ass,'' the other police officer grumbled.
Around this time the ICE agent murderer was brought in followed by the media. The older and vindictive police officer scoffed silently. This one as well? They all entered the chamber with their head held up high despite having received a beating. Though not in the face obviously. Whereas the younger police officers heart was moved on how they all fought for their ideals regardless if destruction lay ahead.
The man was strapped to the electric chair and allowed to say his last words. He already had his last meal.
''Lord Satanael smiles upon me, for I have been virtuous. Can you say the same, non believers?,'' the man steadfastly asked. In the end the cameras turned around not willing to capture his death on camera.
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''Ohuhuh. Look at that little bump. How does it feel to be a traitor to your own race?,'' an asshole asked softly patting the white womans baby bump.
''I heard you like taking black dicks. Once you have one taste of our you'll get your head straight back,'' another man chuckled.
The woman slapped the mans hand away from her stomach. She was married to a black police officer and judging by their tattoos it was safe to say they were white supremacists.
''Leave me alone,'' she requested, her heart hammering in her chest.
''You fucking bitch,'' the man growled, about to punch her in the stomach.
''Is there a problem?,'' a stranger asked, who was accompanied by two of his friends.
''Man, get yo ass out of here. We are just having a conversation,'' the man spat. When the men did not get lost, he lifted up his t-shirt a little and showcased his gun.
''I said get yo ass out of here, friend. This woman is a traitor to you and ours,'' he repeated.
''Is there a problem?,'' another person asked, making them lift their heads a little as they heard the noise of a gun getting pulled. Someone was looking out of the second floor down on them and leaning with only one hand out of the window. Even if they couldn't see it, they knew his other hand was holding a gun.
The white supremacists looked around for a bit. They seemed to gather more and more attention and the people just starred at them tensely.
''Come guys, let us go somewhere where we are not surrounded by traitors all around,'' the leader scoffed and walked of his goons following after him.
''I thank you all, but you know this probably won't be the end of it,'' the woman informed.
The stranger that came to her help just smiled mysteriously.
...
''Those assholes that came to her rescue probably were FoS members, boss,'' one goon theorized.
''I don't get it. A few weeks ago, people just minded their own business, but now we can't take a piss without someone breathing down our neck,'' another goon said.
''Then you underestimate how motivated people get by religion,'' the previous goon said.
''And you overestimate them. I'm telling you something stinks about all this. I am sure there are other reasons why people stand up to us now,'' a third goon interjected.
''Enough. Whatever is happening right now, I am sure it will pass in a month or so as things return to normality. Let us all just wait for tonight, we know where that black nigga sleeps. His wife is sure to be there as well. We should congratulate the newlyweds, what do you say guys,'' the leader asked jovially making the men hoop.
Three people sneaking after them heard them and looked at each other, then nodded. They have heard enough and their course of action was set. Time to show their recording to the police officers. This was after all a public space. Not the brightest bunch these supremacists.
They just gave them the perfect opportunity to take care of them without needing to resort to the same tactics as the ICE agents killers. Not that they disagreed with that, but it would be nice not to be punished for breaking a law.
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The leader groaned as he came back to himself. Guess they drank far more then they intended. At least it seemed that it was still night, he quickly woke up his friends and told them to get ready.
A few minutes later they walked on a sidewalk to their destination. Once in front of their house they looked around casually and then approached the door to lockpick it.
''What will we do about that nigga, boss, if he is inside the house?,'' one goon whispered.
''We kill him. The only good nigga is a dead nigga, right guys,'' the leader chuckled a little.
''Boss! Can we fuck his wife while making her watch that niggas corpse?,'' another goon asked.
''You know what? That is a good idea. I will do that while I take her. She really should have known better than to lay with a black vermin like him,'' the leader said as he opened the house and they all entered. The house was pitch black as they snuck around a little trying to ambush the black police officer. They already had their guns out and ready. After a while though they found the house to be completely empty, making the gang frown.
In that exact moment several lights outside went on, making the inside of the house get lit up in blue and red.
''Here is the Gallup Police Department. We have the house surrounded. You are instructed to step out of the house in an orderly fashion. We repeat you are instructed to step out of the house in an orderly fashion. Failure to comply will see you shot,'' the radio com called out.
''Shit. Boss what do we do, they are everywhere?,'' one goon asked after peeking through the blinders. The GPD formed an arc around them as they put their bodies behind the police car doors.
In the end they came out as instructed and were cuffed and arrested.
Later on they would learn that anonymous good samaritans recorded them and reported them to the police. The police then laid a trap and recorded them when breaking into the house. They were hit with all kinds of charges and sentenced to life without parole.
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''I'm telling you these Fellowship of Satanael are bad people. They are the worst kind of people. They really are. Bad people. I'm telling you. And they have been radicalizing people to the left like never before seen in history. And they will stop at nothing to see their will imposed upon the hardworking citizens people of america. They really are.
And I'm telling you they must be stopped at any cost, because they will drag our great country through the mud. They will. We can't have that. We can't. The world is laughing at us and will only laugh harder, if we don't treat these people as the threat they are,'' presidential candidate Ponalp Mumpf held his monologue during one of his candidacy speech.
And the crowd went ...mild.
Only very few people clapped, but stopped quickly when they received stares and overwhelming silence.
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''What the fuck is that idiot doing? Did you not warn him not to attack the FoS, he is destroying our plans!,'' one oligarch said to the other.
''I tried. But you DO know why we made him of all people our puppet, right? He is not the brightest person, but still charismatic enough to sway the public,'' the other oligarch said.
''Sway the public my fucking ass. His charisma means nothing when the people don't engage in populism. This modern revelation could not have occurred at a worse time and now the democrats are sure to win. This will set our plans back decades,'' the first oligarch cursed again.
''Calm down, you are overestimating them,'' the other oligarch tried to pacify.
''Overestimating them? In the past few weeks, days really, they killed ICE agents forcing them to reduce their aggression in incarceration and play by the book. They forced the NYC mayor to step down in dishonor for something as simple as a car accident. As if other people don't cause car accidents. Already they are searching up all kinds of topics to inform themselves on issues going on around the world. Mark my words it is only a matter of time until they go after corporations next,'' the first oligarch scoffed.
''At least they seem to still follow laws. I'm sure if we can pass down the right laws we can halt their self righteous movement and then pick up in four years or close to a decade. But I still don't think Mumpf will lose,'' the second oligarch replied.
''Have you not listened? They killed ICE agents. What does it matter if they turned themselves in afterwards? They still killed them! The problem is that they distinguish between sin and morals and if doing the morally wrong means not sinning then they will do that. Nothing stops them from killing any of us and then turning themselves in as well. They have to be diligent after all,'' the first oligarch spat.
''Alright, calm down. I understand your grievances. But we can turn this back around in our favor. We just need to bide our time and should any opportunity fall in our lap, snatch them,'' the other oligarch said trying to calm his partner in crime down. the other eventually nodded.
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It was still winter break and all Bell has been doing in the past few days was spend most of his time on the couch and, either through magic or social media, watch what was going on around the world since the modern revelation. He doubted he ever had more fun than this.
The people reacted in all kinds of ways. And especially the politicians faces. They all made they expression as if they sucked on a lemon. It was hilarious.
HahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Urhg.
Bell groaned and interrupted his hysterical laughter as Rogue burst into the living room of their HQ, flew up and with a roll landed on Bells waist, straddling him on the couch. Laura and Jean came in as well.
''Well, someone seems to be having a lot of fun,'' Rogue teased, smiling down at Bell.
''Yes. He loves mischief and he just fooled everyone in the world,'' Laura agreed. Bell scoffed.
''Are you all complaining? I did tell you I would buy you time so that the Friends of Humanity would not legally attack you all. And the rest was all you. It was a good thing you appeared when we were fighting Yaldabaoth,'' Bell told them.
''No one is complaining. Thank you Sugar for keeping your word,'' Rogue told him, before starting to kiss him several times.
''I'm making food. Pizza,'' Laura said going to the kitchen. It was her turn to cook anyways and Bell probably wanted to continue watching the social feeds. The other girls will come soon as well.
Bell grabbed Rogues hair and tilted her head softly so that he could give her kisses on the throat and a few small bites. She shivered at the primal gesture.
''You are making a girl feel left out,'' Jean joked sitting near Bells head.
''Then feel left out. I was first,'' Rogue replied. She yelped shortly afterwards as Jean lifted her telekinetically and took Rogues previous spot. Before Bell could say anything she began kissing him more tenderly. They way she preferred. Rogue softly landed on the ground as she flew down and watched them. It was a little weird, but she was getting more and more used to this sight.
A hand grabbed her by the throat and pulled her into someones chest gently.
''Don't worry. I'm not gonna leave you left out,'' Bells clone whispered before biting the side of her neck gently. She shivered. God how she liked when he did that to her.
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Uff.
Bell woke up as Jean landed on his bed in the middle of the night.
''Jean what are you doing here? I thought you were sleeping in our HQ,'' Bell asked.
''Can I not sleep with my boyfriend?,'' Jean asked, raising an eyebrow.
''You can, but as far as I am aware you still haven't mastered teleportation, which means you snuck into my room from the man cave. What if mother would have heard you?,'' Bell asked. As a cosmic entity she could do that, she just needed to learn it, which she hasn't yet.
''Relax. She wouldn't and even if she did I wold make myself invisible to her senses telepathically,'' Jean said as she laid her head on Bells shoulder.
Bell narrowed his eyes in annoyance. Melina may not be his first mother, but damn if she didn't do a good job at being a mother. There was a reason why he treated her as his mother, even if she would never replace his first mother. A woman like her earned his respect especially since she was a great person even outside her role as a mother.
There was a reason why he cast a spell around her that manipulated probability. A nuke could be dropped near her and it would just so happen to malfunction. Or a building could fall on her and she would survive with just a few scratches.
Father was a good parent as well, but at that time he didn't really have that much control over his powers and thought he needed logic to operate his powers. Sure, he could bring him back now, but that would mean manipulating peoples minds and altering their memories. And he wasn't gonna do that.
''Don't do that. Ever. Mother is to be left alone. For that purpose I will help you train your teleportation. Now shush. Sleep well, in a few days school will start again,'' Bell told her and then kissed her head.
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Bell, Chat, Peter and Gwen were eating in the cafeteria during lunch, when suddenly Bell had two hands put over his eyes.
''Guess,'' the voice sing sang making the others look at the person strangely, at least Peter and Chat.
''Kate Upton?,'' Bell guessed. A small amount of silence passed, the other needing to process the sheer randomness of that guess.
''What? No! Guess better,'' the voice requested.
''Gwens clone from the future?,'' Bell tried again.
''..... Why not just Gwen from the future? Nevermind. I will break your neck, if you don't say my name,'' the voice replied.
''Jean?,'' Bell relented.
''Correct!,'' Jean revealed, removing her hands from his eyes and sitting on a chair at the table.
Bell made sure to act surprised. Oh wow, he did not see this coming from 2 kilometers away. Well, at least she seemed to deride joy from surprising him, so his acting was good enough to fool her. She really needed to work on her lying.
''So, you mind doing the honors?,'' Chat asked.
''This is Jean Grey. She moved into my apartment a few weeks ago and Bell and I stumbled upon her when we went on a date. We kind of just hit it off and became friends,'' Gwen informed. Chat and Peter nodded in understanding and quickly introduced themselves.
''Hold up. Aren't you that chick that helped the Phantom Thieves fight Yaldabaoth. Telekinesis, correct?,'' Chat asked.
''No that was my clone Madelyne Pryor. I was that other girl with flames a while ago. Don't ask please, it is a very long story,'' Jean informed. Chat made an understanding face, before a flash of realization hit her.
''Wait, that flaming bird girl? Ssssss, my condolences about your friend. So what made you come here,'' Chat asked.
''It is fine. And as for why I came here, it is because of some personal issues with some of the people in the School for Gifted Youngsters,'' Jean revealed.
''In that case welcome to our school and I guess our friend group as well. People haven't given you trouble right? I know the modern revelation and the Law of Solidarity made people far more tolerant of enhanced people, but still,'' Peter asked concerned.
''No, don't worry. Only one person called me a freak, but others quickly rose to my defense,'' Jean assured him.
''See I did tell you they would welcome you with open arms. There was nothing to worry about,'' Gwen assured her.
''Indeed, I feel ... very welcome,'' Jean flashed Gwen a mysterious smile,'' This will actually be my last semester, before graduating, so I hope we can be friends even beyond that.''
''Oh, I doubt that will be an issue,'' Gwen replied. Hey if she wanted to play this game, then she was more then ready to rise to challenge.
Chat and Peter looked at each and then at Bell, who was starring through them in the distance.
Hmmmm. With Zero dead and Joker indisposed, for probably quiet a while, if not indefinitely, he needed to come up with another persona to have fun.
Welp, time to brainstorm.
Think. Think. Think. Think. Think.