The Fallen Hero      (A Marvel/Hadrian Hames Potter Crossover FF)

The Fallen Hero (A Marvel/Hadrian Hames Potter Crossover FF)

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When heroes die, they turn to stars, so it was told, and so it seemed for millennia on. However, Truth is, that not the Heroes become Stars, but the ones that represent Celestials and do a good job in that: Even if your Celestial was Mayhem, when u were good at doing just that, you became a Star. And Hadrian James Potter 'the Dark' was the Master and Harbinger of Death, unwillingly, a dark Heroine, a Monster that saved many and eliminated many until he was betrayed by his very Lover self. Tragic so it was, for Hadrian did his best to always do the right, to protect the innocent, but it was not enough in the eyes of those he adored, so he was killed in their greed, and Death turned him into a dark star to rest next to the Moon for eternity. However, as many millennia later someone managed to trick Death horrifically, Potter fell from the black sky back upon earth to walk once more within the Living, unable to die ever again, for Stars are immortal: And he was born, the Celestial of Vengeance. How will he cope with the world that had changed with the rippling waves of time?
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Let's say you had the power to save everyone you've ever cared about and more. Let's say that you could have a do-over every time you lost, every time you messed up, every time you missed something. Let's say that you could have another try anytime, but you had to die to have it. At first, you're happy about it; nothing can stop you. "Just one more time." Then, after a few times, it gets old. Your joints ache and you're tired, and no one around you knows why because you're the only one that remembers. "Just one more." Eventually, you want to give up. You know what death feels like, now, and you've experienced it far too many times than any person should. But now you know everyone by name, by eye color, by voice, by the sound they make when they drop to the floor. You can't just leave them to fend for themselves. "Just one more..." You're done. You've had it. You cry into your pillow, wondering if the curse will ever end. You've lost count of how many times you've tried again. Then you think of those people you had tried to save; they would die without you. You would have blood on your hands. So you pull yourself together and put on a smile. You pretend it's the first time, and you walk through the door like the future is ahead instead of today. And then you say, "Just one more day." "One more day."

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