--Discontinued -- A Revenant [Gwen Stacy/Ghost-Spider x OC]

Arc 3 : Chapter 5

"Your hesitation is... unbecoming." Doom said, analyzing Revenant. "I offer you the only thing you want, and you falter?"

"Please, Kaleb." He whispered, the eyes of his mask wider than normal. He's afraid to die. Hell, everyone was. What made Miles any different? Nothing. Removing the mask, he looked into Miles' eyes. Without it, he was just another skinbag in the way of his final goal.

"I gave you your chance." His voice was grim.

He balled his hand into a fist, bringing it down against Miles' cheek, cracking the bone. Miles couldn't even react, he was paralyzed in Doom's grip. Another blow rendered him unconscious. Doom released him, watching impassively as Revenant thrashed the unconscious Miles Morales. Eventually, he formed his hand into a blade, stabbing it through Miles' heart, lifting him off the ground. He returned his hand into its original configuration, letting the body fall. At least he went while sleeping, that's more honor than most get.

"Well done, Revenant. Now leave me."

He exited the room, a new face etched onto the obelisk. He turned a corner, reaching the room Doom granted to him. He sat on the edge of his bed, his forearms resting atop his legs. He looked down, not realizing he still gripped the black and red mask in his hand.

He set it on the table across from his bed, before sitting back down. He tried to drown himself in the memories of his love, reminding himself of Gwen. Her smile, her laugh, that gap in her teeth, the way she lit up around him and how his personality was night and day when she was in sight. He thought of every part of her personality, each perfect part. His attempts to center himself on what mattered failed, something kept distracting him.

It was staring at him. Out of the corner of his eyes, just on the edge of his peripherals, he saw it. The mask's wide eyes observing him, his guilt. It's mouthless appearance screamed judgment at him. He stood, grabbing the mask and throwing it into the trash bin before immediately grabbing it out and tossing it back on the table.

He opened the door, quickly exiting the room. It felt wrong to even exist in the same space as anything related to him. He was a necessary loss, a stepping stone to his destiny, and yet...

She could never know. He's building an empire on a foundation of hidden sins, all for her. She'll only know the last part. Everything he's done, he's done in the pursuit of seeing her again, because he loves her. It had to be for a purpose. He's not a monster. If he did it for her, he's a romantic, not a bloodthirsty killer, right?

"Indeed. Your purpose is noble, Revenant, much like mine." Doom said, standing in front of him. He looked up, trying to figure out how he got here. "I can see your turmoil, my apprentice. You have done what you have for a greater purpose than most men ever find: love."

"I know the job's not done, but I need to see her. Please." His voice was the opposite of what it was. He didn't have the strength to raise it. Doom looked at the simulacrum.

He felt... pity for his underling. He too knew the pain of love, the things you do to be joined with someone romantically. So, he threw his attack dog a bone.

"You find favor in Doom's eyes. Kneel." Revenant did as he was told, kneeling in front of Doom. He glanced past Doom, seeing the bloodstains where the body once was.

He didn't have time to give another thought to it, as he was caught up into the air, swarmed by green trails of energy that orbited him.

"This will not be pleasant." At once, the energies surrounding him backed off, before shooting straight into his chest and head.