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Emma Frost, Secret Island – Pacific Ocean

“To me, my X”Men!” roared Cyclops while unleashing a powerful optic blast toward a group of enemy Sentinels, completely destroying them.

Xavier’s students behind him, coordinated with precision and discipline, opening a direct path toward the main Sentinel construction station where some kind of…massive thing similar to a Sentinel stood waiting.

A damned annoyance in her opinion.

“Let us finish this Emma, we have more important matters to deal with than these insignificant nuisances” declared Ororo while channeling an entire storm of lightning within her hands before unleashing it across the island skies, annihilating an entire swarm of the murderous robots.

Jean accompanied her, restraining hundreds of robots simultaneously and tearing them apart as though they were paper, her beautiful body wrapped in a complete aura of golden flames while a pair of fiery wings manifested behind her back.

The young redhead looked extremely dangerous and powerful, her mere presence dominating the battlefield entirely while dressed in that beautiful green armor that made her resemble a Goddess of War in Emma’s not so humble opinion.

Sai, Wanda and Ilyana were having the time of their lives tearing apart hundreds of Sentinels, the Russian blonde danced between portals while wreaking havoc with her sword and destroying dozens of robots, the butterfly maiden moved with elegance and lethal precision and thanks to the blade Harrison had built for her, Sentinel alloy became butter before the powerful mutant.

But without question, the one truly shining was Wanda, who seemed to be in absolute heaven while releasing years of frustration and repressed fury against the endless Sentinel waves.

The beautiful and powerful brunette had changed greatly from the insolent and frightened little girl she once was, it was obvious that her tutelage beneath Stephen and Harrison had benefited her immensely.

Wanda flew between enemies while unleashing magical tendrils that tore apart dozens of Sentinels as though they were wet paper.

The intelligence Shaw had spent millions obtaining turned out to be surprisingly accurate, the giant mutant”killing robots that had attacked New York several months ago originated from this very place, born from the twisted mind of Bolivar Trask, whom they were hunting during this joint operation between the Lionesses, the X”Men and Shaw’s own organization.

“Target in sight, he is one massive son of a bitch, we are going to need the heavy weapons” declared Jean through the telepathic channel shared by every Lioness.

“Fleetmaster Rogers is standing by, the moment we give the order the Olympus shall launch a precision orbital strike. We must ensure he does not escape, you deal with this…Master Mold while I ensure Trask does not flee” ordered the White Queen with absolute precision.

Nobody answered.

Yet every Lioness adapted to the plan immediately.

Storm released a mighty roar and the skies above the Pacific became filled with lightning, beginning to devastate the final horde protecting the gigantic Sentinel while the machine continuously spat protocols and idiotic directives.

Jean, now wrapped entirely within a strange flaming aura, unleashed a monstrous telekinetic pulse, subjugating hundreds or perhaps thousands of Sentinels and ripping off their heads and limbs without the slightest trace of hesitation.

All the Lionesses were being careful not to damage the hardware too severely.

Hermione could rewrite the programming and transform all this machinery into something genuinely useful.

The Sentinels recovered from New York had turned out to be an extraordinary asset, the overwhelming majority had been reconditioned into repair and construction personnel, deployed across New York and throughout the world for various operations beneath the new order.

Hospitals.

Rescue operations.

Law enforcement.

The Sentinels were an extremely valuable tool and although the Rock itself was capable of producing them…

Having thousands of prebuilt units already available would become an incredible advancement for their colonization efforts.

But Emma pushed those thoughts aside for now.

Jean and Ororo would handle the Sentinels alongside the remaining Lionesses, therefore Emma would deploy a Raven and deal with Trask once and for all.

“Hermione, give me a complete scan of the facility, a rat like Trask will possess some method of escape. Find it and let us ensure he does not” ordered the blonde while the AI complied instantly.

“Yes mother” answered the mechanical voice while the entire island became subjected to a total scan.

Harrison’s students were performing magnificently, forcing their way toward the central complex where according to the intelligence acquired by Miss Darkholme, several important political figures of the old regime remained hidden.

Dangerous members of the Hydra cell that had existed within SHIELD all these years, cornered like rats beneath the fury of the new world order.

One in which they no longer had any place whatsoever.

“A small hangar at the rear of the island has been detected, concealed behind a pathetic cloaking device. I detect traces of what can only be an aerial transport vehicle, undoubtedly our prey intends to escape mother. Course of action?” asked Hermione.

Emma smiled.

A gesture filled with arrogance and hunger for vengeance.

Making these pigs pay for all the damage they had caused.

Half a million dead…

Because of the greed and stupidity of a handful.

Their punishment would become exemplary.

That was a promise.

“Prepare a pair of Javelin missiles darling, let us make an entrance worthy of the occasion” declared the blonde while standing up, her beautiful body wrapped within the next”generation armor Harrison had personally designed for her, offering every ounce of protection she could possibly require.

It was time to hunt, thought the White Queen.

Bolivar Trask, At The Same Moment – Pacific Hideout

Everything had gone to hell.

That was the only thought crossing the mind of the mastermind behind the Sentinel Program while he watched helplessly as the work of his entire life was being destroyed with alarming ease.

His solution.

His masterpiece.

His Sentinel Program…

Completely useless in fulfilling its purpose.

Eliminating the mutant threat.

“For God’s sake Trask, move your ass, we need to leave NOW!” shouted Alexander Pierce while Hydra guards and military officials loyal to the glorious government of the United States desperately attempted to evacuate.

The plan…had been a complete disaster.

They were never remotely prepared for this.

The Black Lion had deployed a full assault force, a group of disgusting mutants, highly trained and monstrously dangerous who were systematically taking control of the island.

Trask had completely lost control of the Sentinel production systems, all of them hacked in their entirety, leaving Master Mold as the final line of defense between the damned mutants and them…

Humanity’s defenders.

And as if things somehow could not become even worse…

A tremendous explosion followed by some kind of…green light illuminated the battlefield skies while to Trask’s growing horror, the mutants suddenly retreated, moving as far away from Master Mold as physically possible.

And then…

The heavens opened.

A damned orbital laser descended with surgical precision upon the exhausted body of his greatest creation, piercing through it as though it were wet paper and annihilating it instantly.

“Holy shit!” muttered one of the generals still loyal to the true government, staring hungrily toward such a powerful weapon with almost sick fascination.

The moment Master Mold collapsed, every remaining Sentinel immediately fell from the skies like puppets without strings.

At least for one brief instant.

Because to Bolivar’s absolute terror…

Something seized control of his beautiful creations.

Their red eyes shifted into brilliant emerald green, revealing with terrifying clarity that the loyalty of his army had changed.

And therefore…

“LOOK OUT!!!” screamed Trask while spinning around in an attempt to warn his companions, only to watch as two generals were pierced instantly by the energy beams of a pair of corrupted Sentinels who advanced toward the hangar with lethal purpose.

Oh no, thought Bolivar while watching helplessly as his creations exterminated loyal human soldiers with horrifying efficiency.

And worse still…

There was cruelty within the act itself.

“CLOSE THE DAMN HANGAR! WE NEED TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!” roared Alexander Pierce while he and his escort rushed desperately toward the transport vessel waiting to evacuate them from the island.

Bolivar looked one final time toward his creations slowly advancing while the massive hangar doors closed mechanically between them.

He held no illusion the doors would truly stop them.

But perhaps they would delay them long enough to escape.

They could recover from this.

Hide and regroup and maybe in a couple of months they could...

Alas…

Fate appeared to possess other plans entirely.

The moment the transport prepared for departure, two small blue missiles pierced directly through the cloaking system with lethal precision, striking both transports and effectively…

Trapping them all like animals awaiting slaughter.

And when the cloaking field failed entirely and an unknown vessel, obviously superior and more advanced than anything Bolivar had witnessed in his entire life hovered silently above their heads…

He knew everything was over.

A green light illuminated beneath the vessel while three figures descended slowly toward the hangar, completely in control of the situation.

After all…

The battle had already ended.

All three instantly recognizable to every loyal defender of humanity.

Two of them were titans over two meters tall clad in armor that made every military officer present salivate with envy, super soldiers in every possible sense of the word.

The infamous Spartans.

Created personally by Harrison Evans as his personal attack dogs.

Terrifying one”man armies.

And although formidable…

Even these colossal warriors paled beside the elegant, seductive and frankly terrifying remaining figure.

The obvious leader of the group.

Emma Frost herself.

One of the infamous Lionesses, the most powerful women on the fucking planet and Harrison Evans’ personal whores.

A disgusting mutant.

As powerful as she was merciless.

And she looked toward them the same way a cat looked at a fat canary.

“Well now, look what we found here. Feels almost like an early Christmas, does it not Jake?” asked the blonde with perverse amusement.

“Yes Ma’am” answered one of the Spartans, his voice distorted by the helmet while staring toward Trask and the others with complete indifference.

At that exact moment, the hangar doors finally collapsed completely, allowing an entire contingent of corrupted Sentinels to march inside and surround every single one of them.

The game was over.

Bolivar genuinely believed he was about to die.

However…

He would soon discover there were fates far worse than death.

And that the White Lioness was…particularly merciless whenever she truly desired to be.

“Hermione darling, seize control of this facility. Everything useful for Sentinel production is to be catalogued and transferred to the Olympus. We shall use this place’s architecture to create our own Sentinels, mechanical servants that shall pave the future itself…one where mutants rule the stars and the cosmos!” declared the beautiful and seductive woman proudly.

Bolivar, incapable of remaining silent before such a catastrophic vision, exploded furiously.

“NO!! MUTANTS ARE A THREAT!!! YOU FILTHY DISGUSTING VERMIN!! HUMANS ARE SUPERIOR, WE ARE…AGHHHHH!”

Bolivar’s proud words died instantly within his throat when a devastating psychic strike filled him with incomparable agony courtesy of the White Queen.

The scientist felt as though a thousand knives were carving open his skull simultaneously while he helplessly sensed Emma Frost stripping every useful fragment of information from his mind without the slightest ounce of mercy.

“I see…you possess a twisted and disgusting mind Trask, you worthless cockroach without morals” spat the beautiful blonde while staring toward him with utter disgust and hatred upon her flawless face.

Without granting him another glance, Emma immediately began issuing orders coldly.

“Secure the complex, anything useful is to be catalogued and transferred aboard the Olympus” ordered the blonde before shifting her attention back toward the terrified Bolivar Trask.

“Progress waits for no one Trask. You shall not die, that would be far too merciful considering your questionable actions. I shall keep you alive, fully lobotomized and trapped within your own mind, locked inside a comfortable cell while you spend the remainder of your pathetic existence watching the mutants you despise so greatly dominate the stars and the cosmos” declared the blonde woman with a macabre smile.

Bolivar, consumed by infinite arrogance even now, opened his mouth attempting to deliver one final response.

Something the White Queen did not permit.

Bolivar felt total agony flood his consciousness while Emma Frost slowly destroyed every single thing that made him who he was.

And then…

The mind of Bolivar Trask simply shut down.

An empty shell.

A prisoner trapped forever within his own broken mind.

Alive…

Only halfway.

And thus, with one final silent breath, every dream and plan Bolivar had ever possessed vanished into darkness beneath the overwhelming presence of the White Queen.

The game…

Had ended.

Lourdes Chantel, Hellfire Club – New York

“This is a terrible idea Sebastian” declared Lourdes with a deep frown while both of them waited alongside the rest of the council for the arrival of the White Queen and the report regarding the battle against Bolivar Trask.

“The usefulness of the White Queen has reached its end. I shall not allow her to continue amassing even more power, if we do not eliminate her now, we shall all become dogs beneath the Black Lion” declared Shaw with a visible scowl, obvious irritation present upon his face.

Lourdes looked toward him with resignation before answering softly, almost pleading.

“Harrison Evans already controls the world Sebastian, he dismantled the government in less than twelve hours, the entire continent and Western Europe have bent the knee before him, his power is overwhelming, you cannot defeat him, do not do this madness!” declared Lourdes with visible concern.

But Sebastian simply ignored her, too focused upon the preparations for his little surprise.

Shaw opened his mouth preparing to answer when suddenly, an emerald portal manifested from thin air directly in the center of the room, giving way to elegance and seduction made flesh.

The White Queen herself.

Emma wore a truly breathtaking and frankly terrifying suit of custom white armor, her face cold, elegant and beautiful, entirely secure in both her beauty and her power.

“It is done. Trask is history” she declared simply while staring directly toward Shaw.

Lourdes immediately looked away, an absolutely terrible feeling growing within her chest the moment she watched Sebastian slowly rise to his feet, his face carrying an expression of determination and acceptance.

“That is excellent news dear, Bolivar Trask represented a true threat to mutantkind, a man who possessed no place within our world. We are all better off without him” declared Sebastian while Donald Pierce and Harry Leland entered the room behind him, both men wearing some kind of helmets specifically designed to block the White Queen’s telepathy.

Shaw looked toward the blonde with false sympathy before speaking once more using that infuriating tone Lourdes had grown to despise so deeply.

The superiority.

The arrogance.

The obsession consuming him ever since the Black Lion cast his shadow across the world.

“However, our alliance must now come to an end. You are far too powerful to remain alive, the Club is simply not large enough for the both of us” declared Shaw with fake sympathy while his two lackeys slowly approached Emma, their faces filled with disgusting thoughts and intentions regarding the White Queen.

However…

Emma did not even flinch.

Quite the opposite.

She simply smiled.

“What a curious coincidence, I feel exactly the same way” declared the blonde, instantly filling Lourdes with alarm while an overwhelming sensation of terror suddenly consumed the entire chamber and a masculine, terrifying voice echoed through the room.

“So…it has finally come to this”

Everyone inside the chamber froze instantly upon hearing the unmistakable voice of Harrison Evans himself, who had appeared silently behind Shaw and Lourdes without warning whatsoever, causing both of them to turn around in complete shock.

Lourdes immediately felt some kind of…energy pass through her body, paralyzing her entirely while Harrison Evans casually made the helmets worn by Pierce and Leland vanish from existence.

The two men merely stared at each other with absolute terror for one brief moment before all emotion vanished from their faces completely and, with total indifference, they immediately began brutally beating one another with their bare fists like animals fighting for entertainment.

“A pleasure seeing you Sebastian, have you missed me?” asked the Black Lion calmly, causing Shaw to slowly turn around and stare toward him with an expression Lourdes had never witnessed upon the man’s face before.

Terror.

Harrison Evans observed him with complete indifference, as though Shaw, one of the richest and most powerful men alive, was nothing more than a completely irrelevant insect standing before him.

Perhaps he truly was, thought Lourdes grimly.

“Normally I would not bother participating in your pathetic little game, I have matters vastly more important to deal with than your stupidity and nonsense. Had you simply kept your head lowered, you would have retained your fortune and lifestyle without issue, but no…arrogance, greed and stupidity always tend to prove stronger” declared the ruler calmly while placing one finger directly against Shaw’s chest.

“My beloved White Queen informed me that…you possess a rather interesting mutation. Energy absorption, genuinely useful actually. I wonder if you possess some sort of physical limit. Shall we find out?” asked Harrison rhetorically while the finger pressed against Shaw’s chest began glowing with an orange radiance and a monstrous quantity of energy began flooding directly into Shaw’s body.

Lourdes watched the grotesque spectacle unfold silently while Shaw’s body rapidly accumulated the energy generated by the Black Lion, his entire figure beginning to glow while, much to Lourdes’ resignation, smoke began emerging from his nose, ears and mouth.

Shaw’s body was physically incapable of processing such overwhelming amounts of energy simultaneously and Harrison Evans was slowly cooking him alive from the inside.

Lourdes watched as Shaw’s eyes literally melted apart, his face twisting in absolute agony while he died instantly beneath Harrison Evans’ overwhelming presence, his ruined corpse completely incapable of containing the enormous energy forced inside him.

Shaw’s body collapsed carelessly against the floor while the White Queen stepped forward and declared proudly.

“The Hellfire Club shall possess only one king my love, is that not right Lourdes?” declared Emma with a knowing smile, already aware of the brunette’s answer before she even spoke.

Looking toward Sebastian’s corpse with utter indifference and fully understanding there existed absolutely no possibility of escape, Lourdes slowly lifted her eyes toward the waiting Harrison Evans before simply lowering herself onto one knee.

“Long live the Black Lion” she declared in complete submission, fully understanding that the winds of the world were changing and if she wished to prosper…

She would need to adapt and prosper, and if she needs to kneel at the Black Lion feet.

So be it.

One way or another, she will came out of top, that was a promise.