Begins several years before The Black Panther Movie and ends several years after. This is an alternate universe (with certain events from the comic and the cinematic universes which have been altered and intermingled together) containing multiple M...
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February 2019
Erik stood over Shuri, who was now weaponless, his eyes like burning golden flames within the gold and black panther mask. "Wassup, Princess?"
Erik had appeared at the border weeks ago. Shuri recognized him right away though his demeanor was different, more dark and violent. He was no longer the abrupt but charming Erik from Boston. And the fact that he had gone completely under their radar for so long made Shuri even more fearful of him now.
He announced he was her uncle, N'Jobu's son. He had proof. The tattoo on his bottom lip which matched his fathers and the vibranium ring he wore around his neck. After scaring the elders half to death, he challenged her brother for the throne. Then he fought and defeated T'challa, shirtless and with hundreds of new pock marks over his chest and abdomen. By the end, he added a new mark.
But somehow... T'challa managed to survive. He returned from the icy Jabari Mountains for his throne, but by this time Killmonger had managed to turn the border guard and the Hatut zeraze who had long been awaiting the return of this mythical exiled prince. There were others who also disagreed with the current royal family and joined him. Most of them lower born and caught up in Erik's passion. He always had a way of drawing people in and manipulating them with ease. T'challa's return turned into a brutal and bloody battle with deaths on both sides.
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In the midst of the chaotic battle, Shuri almost brought Killmonger to his knees with her vibranium gauntlets. But in the end, he was able to overpower her too. Now the sharp edge of his long dagger bit into her throat. She could see the muscles under his golden jaguar suit bulging. He was twitching to sink the dagger a bit further, severing her windpipe and the large blood vessels that surrounded.
"I should fucking kill you," Erik said coldly to his target. His eyes had been full of rage ever since he stepped foot in Wakanda. He never imagined that all of his father's fanciful tales were actually completely true. From its beauty to its technology to its obnoxiously content and prosperous people. The sight of it all angered him as much as it intrigued and drew him in. But Erik stopped as he looked down on Shuri. Begrudgingly he pulled back slightly. "But you'll get this one chance..."
