In the hushed confines of the Illuminati's meeting room, an air of anticipation lingers. The members, a cadre of Earth's most brilliant minds, are assembled, their attention intermittently shifting to the door that stands as a portal between worlds.
With a commanding presence, Ren strides in, her Warlord of Hell attire a stark contrast to the room's solemnity. The hood of her cloak casts enigmatic shadows across her face, and the metal mask, now retracted to reveal her visage, hints at the untold power she wields.
Tony Stark, ever the irreverent genius, doesn't skip a beat. "Well, if it isn't Hell's favorite CEO. Do you do birthday parties or just apocalyptic events?"
She takes her seat beside Tony and Stephen and props her legs up on the table as she leans back in her chair. Her lips curve into a wry smile. "Only for those who don't fear a little fire and fuckin' brimstone with their cake, Stark."
Stephen smiles down at her, a longing look in his eyes as he realizes just how much he has missed her constant presence. "How are you finding the balance between two realms?"
"Hell is a bit of a bitch. Demons gonna fuckin' demon, I guess...oh and the weather is shit. But hey, it's fucking home," the succubus shrugs, "Just trying to keep the flames in check for now," Ren answers, her tone a blend of weariness and resolve.
Steve Rogers, his innate sense of duty as palpable as ever, nods. "Maintaining order in chaos is a battle in itself. Your efforts are commendable."
Namor's gaze, sharp and calculating, meets Ren's. "The abyss has its own trials. I trust you're not letting the throne dull your edge."
"Never, Fish Boy," Ren laughs with a smirk on her face.
Charles Xavier, the voice of wisdom, adds, "Your unique position could offer us new perspectives. We value your input, Ren."
Reed Richards, momentarily distracted from his work, looks up. "The dynamics of power you're navigating are intriguing. There's much we can learn from each other."
Tony leans forward, his eyes glinting with a mix of jest and sincerity, "Just so you know, if you're planning to bring any of that hellfire to our doorstep, I've got a water gun and I'm not afraid to use it."
Ren chuckles, the sound rich and resonant. "I'll keep that in mind. For now, tell me—who fucked up this time?"
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Strange Rapture | Stephen Strange x OC
Fanfiction"I have never behaved a single day in my life, Stephen Strange." The succubus is back and ready for a fight. Will she win? Or will she lose control?
