DxD: Empress of Desire

Chapter 4 Special Crossover: The Marvel Ecounter

Rimuru's existence, stretching across the boundless multiverse, had begun to feel stifling. The vastness of the High School DxD world, with its endless power struggles, factions, and politics, had started to wear on her. She was omnipotent, a being without challenge, and as a result, the petty squabbles of devils, angels, and gods no longer entertained her. She craved something else—something new.

With a flick of her wrist, Rimuru opened a rift, her essence flaring as the very fabric of reality bent to her will. She slipped through the rift, her presence barely leaving a ripple behind. Her destination? Earth—specifically, the Marvel Universe. Rimuru had observed its vastness, the countless versions of Earth, and the many powerful beings who inhabited them. She wasn't drawn to this world out of necessity but rather curiosity. After all, if she had already conquered her own realm, why not explore others?

Landing gently outside the towering Avengers Compound in upstate New York, Rimuru glanced up at the structure. The building held an aura of power, authority, and untapped potential. It was a place of heroes, yes, but from Rimuru's perspective, they were mere ants to her. Still, it wasn't the heroes themselves that piqued her interest, but one in particular—Wanda Maximoff.

Rimuru had read about Wanda, the Scarlet Witch, and the chaos she could wreak with her reality-altering abilities. She was not like other mutants or heroes; there was something inherently dangerous about Wanda. But what truly intrigued Rimuru was how little Wanda seemed to understand the true scope of her power. That made her... fascinating.

As she materialized in the compound's interior, the team was busy with preparations. The events of Lagos had already occurred, and Wanda was under close scrutiny. She moved cautiously within the halls, her senses alive with the distinct energies of different Avengers—each one radiating a type of power, some more tangible than others. But the one she was searching for had a unique signature, something chaotic and wild. She found her in the common area.

Wanda sat by herself, her mind clearly elsewhere, distant from the conversations around her. Her aura pulsed with a flickering intensity as she absentmindedly played with a glass of water, her fingers subtly manipulating its shape. Rimuru's gaze locked onto her, and with a thought, she walked toward the young woman.

Wanda's attention snapped toward the source of the energy. She stood quickly, her posture defensive as her eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice laced with confusion. Her powers—chaos magic, a force that defied conventional understanding—stirred within her, unsettled by the presence of the strange woman before her. Wanda had felt nothing like this before.

Rimuru smiled softly, sensing Wanda's uncertainty and curiosity. "I could ask you the same question, my dear. But I already know who you are... or at least, I know what you are."

Wanda's eyes flickered with suspicion. "What do you mean?"

Rimuru tilted her head slightly, her smile never wavering. "I've been watching you, Wanda Maximoff. You've been called many things, but you, my dear, are the Scarlet Witch."

Wanda's brow furrowed, a mixture of confusion and disbelief crossing her face. "The Scarlet Witch?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I—I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just Wanda... Wanda Maximoff. I don't—" She hesitated, glancing down at her hands, unsure of what this woman in front of her was implying.

Rimuru chuckled softly, her voice laced with a knowing warmth. "You have no idea how powerful you are, do you?" Her words carried an edge, an amusement that Wanda couldn't quite place. "You are not just Wanda. You are the harbinger of chaos itself—though I suspect you have yet to truly understand the extent of that."