Uncanny X-men #2(Open)

[stormshadow]

Hidden deep in the wooded hills of Westchester County, New York, stands an estate most of the world knows simply as the Xavier Mansion. To the untrained eye, it’s just an elite private school. But those who know better understand that this mansion is far more than it seems. It’s a fortress. A home.

Officially, it’s the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. But among mutants those born with extraordinary abilities it’s known simply as the X-Mansion a place where the different are not just accepted, but trained, guided, and prepared for a world that doesn’t understand them.

Inside, teenagers walk the halls nervously at first, unsure of their powers, unsure of themselves. A girl phases through a wall by accident. A boy turns invisible every time he gets embarrassed. In the Danger Room, a holographic battlefield adapts to their every move, pushing them to control the chaos within. Here, fear becomes focus. Power becomes purpose.

But beneath the school lies another reality. An elevator hidden behind a grandfather clock opens to a underground complex, Cerebro, the Blackbird hangar, training facilities, and the war room. Because when threats rise from mutant hating extremists, alien invaders, or forces of chaos the X-Men rise with them.

Led by heroes like Cyclops, Storm, Wolverine, and Jean Grey, they’re not just teachers. They’re legends. Warriors sworn to protect a world that often sees them as enemies. This mansion is where they train. Where they live. Where they fight for the future.
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One week earlier:


The Shi’ar Empire is in shambles, but the rebellion has succeeded. At the center of it all stands Alex Summers, Havok, floating inside his battered starfighter, quietly processing the enormity of what’s just happened. He won. He stopped his brother.But not without a cost.

The final battle Vulcan’s body was never recovered, the war is over. Havok, now carries the weight of having done what Cyclops never could. “Mission log... I don’t even know what number. Vulcan is gone. I saw the explosion. There was nothing left. To the Shi’ar, I'm a hero. To my family... I don’t know what I am anymore. I’m coming home, Scott. I’m coming home.”

One hour ago:

Approaching Earth. An alert flashes across the screen “UNRECOGNIZED SHI’AR SHIP.HIGH-ENERGY SIGNATURE DETECTED. DEFENSE PROTOCOLS ENGAGED.” The defense grid, still on edge after recent Skrull incursions, auto-triggers the orbital defense cannons. The first blast hits. The ship jolts violently. Panels explode. Havok is thrown against the controls, crimson blood smearing across the console. Inside the ship, red lights glow. “What the hell?! Go! All of you eject now!That’s an order” Havok’s ship explodes in the upper stratosphere. He ejects at the last second, wrapped in a protective energy field.The sky above Mutant Town ignites in a sudden, violent blaze. Residents scatter. Some scream. Others just stare. They were still rebuilding from when the Purifiers attacked months ago. Flickering blue white energy pulses within the wreckage.

Magneto in a long black coat, helmet under one arm. Erik’s eyes scan the wreckage. “Summers…” He kneels beside the body, placing two fingers to Alex’s neck. A pulse. Above, the sky still crackles from residual energy. He looks up. “They shot down one of their own... was this Starks A.I.? Now this... will not go unanswered.”

Now:

The gates of the X- mansion creak open under a magnetic push. Lights flicker inside the school, he knew they would be alerted by Cerebro. The air humms as a metal sphere slowly descends in front of the front steps. It opens. Magneto steps out, hovering above the ground. In his arms, limp but breathing, is Alex Summers better known as Havok, still sparking with unstable plasma energy covered by a magnetic shield. "Wait..Falling from the sky like a meteor. I pulled him from a crater before his own powers imploded and leveled Mutant Town.”Magneto waits for their response.

(Avengers point of view marvelheroesrpg.proboards.com/thread/13883/friendly-fire-new-york-open?page=1&scrollTo=93592)

[Gordy]

"Oppression is no excuse for vengeance
-- for murder."

---

Xavier was the first to roll onto the scene. He passed through the front doors as fast as his hoverchair could carry him. But he stopped at the tracks at the sight of his old friend. 

An incredulous smile crept on his face. "Erik...? Where have you been?"

But his smile faded at the sight of the man he was holding. Alex Summers - Havok - was nestled in Magneto's arms, unconscious. He sparked with a familiar energy, but it seemed to be engulfed in Magneto's own. No doubt this was some sort of protective measure. But what had happened, exactly?

"Bring him inside. Beast will be on standby."

He turned his chair around and lead them inside, towards the infirmary. A mental call had been sent out to Hank McCoy, asking him to meet them to attend to their patient. Hopefully, he would have some answers.

In the meantime, he looked back to Magneto and said, "I'm not sure I understand what's going on. Where have you been all this time? And what had happened to Havok?"

---

"I wonder...
Does the death of innocent people
free you?
I think not."

[stormshadow]

"You know, my old friend Charles… I once believed the world could be leaned toward peace. That perhaps your dream would outlive its dreamer. But dreams are fragile things, easily smothered by reality's cruelty. While I retreated to solitude, to silence, the world did not forget us it conspired against us. Across nations, beneath the façade of diplomacy, they whispered our extinction. Legislation masked as protection. Laboratories masked as progress. Every headline, every handshake… a quiet war waged against mutant kind."

"Yes, I'll bring him in. Clear the hallway" Magneto carried Havok inside. Havok's uniform had been burned nearly through on one side. One arm bleeding crimson blood slowed by Magneto, the gauntlets melted around his forearms. Magneto continued moving forward. The doors swung open before him. Inside the mansion, students scattered at the sight of Magneto moving down the corridor, his cape streaked with ashes, Havok unconscious in his arms.

"I don’t know why, Charles! One minute they were in orbit. From what I saw in the debris No weapons active, no threats issued. The next the Avengers opened fire. Their energy signature can be tracked. I would have retaliated but He is unstable. He mumbled Lorna's name... his crew must have escaped. They could have been captured. I will need to find my daughter and if she is harmed, they will pay. I’ve done terrible things in my life, Charles, But I don’t shoot people out of the sky without knowing their name. I saw the missile’s arc. Stark tech. I was retired wanting to try and live a peaceful life. Trying to be good just isn't working anymore. I just stumbled into this." He then set Havok down on a table with his powers keeping Havok at bay for now.

[Gordy]

"Oppression is no excuse for vengeance
-- for murder."

---

Havok was rested on a table. The medical staff quickly ran into the room and flocked around their new patient, while Xavier would send out telepathic calls to any of the nearby X-Men. Hopefully some of them would be able to come to the aid of their ally. Scott, as tumultuous a relationship he had with Alex, would want to see his brother again. 

"Good luck, Alex."

With Havok in safe hands, Xavier could focus on Magneto again. He had waited until the situation was under control before discussing mutant politics. But now that Havok's fate was in their hands, Xavier could breathe a little easier.

Xavier sighed and looked to Magneto. "I hope this isn't a return to your old ways. We've already made so much progress. You can't toss the world away because of a few bad people. We can both talk to Tony Stark and get this sorted out. Until then..."

He looked back to Havok. One of the women on medical staff seemed rather frantic as she attached what looked like an IV to Havok's arm. Another tried to tend to his open wounds. Maybe the situation was even more severe than it seemed originally.

"... I'll help you find Lorna. If she's on Earth, we should be able to locate her with Cerebro. If not, the Shi'ar might be able to help us."

---

"I wonder...
Does the death of innocent people
free you?
I think not."

[John Kilroy]

Jean hated it. Every fiber of her being recoiled at the familiar pull—the drama, the chaos, the sense of duty she no longer wanted. She was done with the X-Men. Finished. Over it. In her mind, proximity to the team did more damage than good. But as the old saying goes: “Just when I thought I was out, they drag me back in.”

From the sterile glow of the White Room, she watched the chain reaction unfold: the missile slicing through the air, striking the vessel; Magneto's volatile recoil; and his theatrical little war cry echoing through the ether. Jean exhaled sharply. If she didn’t step in, everything they’d built—all the fragile progress toward Xavier’s dream—could unravel in an instant.

So, with a whisper of cosmic energy, she vanished.

She reappeared in a flash of radiance. Fire erupted like a storm before Magneto and Xavier, then dissolved into harmless wisps as Jean dropped to one knee. Rising slowly, arms crossed, her gaze bore into them—stern, unyielding, but edged with a knowing smirk.

“Or,” she said coolly, “we can do this the easy way. Take me to Havok. I’ll heal him—and use him to lock onto Lorna. Once I’ve found her, I’ll bring her in, instantly.”

She stepped closer to Magneto, eyes blazing with contradictory fury, yet Ice cool with serenity and calm. A living paradox.

“And you… behave.” Her words were ice. Precision-cut. A warning. “Stark’s reckless and arrogant,” she continued, “but he’s not stupid. His missiles are designed to detect allies and enemies with surgical precision.”

Jean lifted her eyes to the sky, reading the tension in the clouds.

“This isn’t a strike. It’s bait.”

[stormshadow]

“This, we can't seem to win or even come out as better. I am more concerned at what happened to my daughter. An Avengers grade missile doesn’t accidentally target a mutant in flight. Not Alex. Not here, Charles. They shoot down a Summers brother and they wait for someone like me to retaliate. To become the villain, they’re always so desperate to paint us as.” Magneto paced back and forth. His right hand twitched, flexing and curling into a fist, then opening again. The screws in the ceiling tiles rattled lightly, responding to the magnetic tension gathering beneath his skin.“I can feel the satellites moving above us right now,” he said, eyes glowing. “The Earth’s iron core. The blood in every human body within ten miles. It all answers to me. And still…”

Eric is shocked when Jean arrives so quickly. “Missile fragments. Non mutant tech. Stark grade alloys. And when I don’t strike back, when I don’t turn their tower into a pile of debris, I’m weak. Or worse irrelevant. That’s the game now, isn’t it?”

Magneto looks up towards the roof then back down. He lets her speak almost laughing with an evil grin. That turns into sadness. Magneto didn’t answer right away. His eyes with sorrow. “I want you to understand, that every time they build another suit, another drone, another sentry, sentinel… it’s mutants like Alex who pay for it. You both sit in this mansion and hope they see our humanity while they aim missiles at our children.” Magneto stepped forward raising his voice some with anger coming. "Because every time we let them ‘accidentally’ kill one of ours, we teach them it’s allowed.”

A moment passed. Magneto calmed down and exhaled slowly.“ I fear a war is coming Jean and my dear friend, rumors of war is all over. They’re counting on us to self-destruct. To fight each other. To give them the excuse they need to stop us and shut this place down. Again.”

[Gordy]

"Oppression is no excuse for vengeance
-- for murder."

---

Excellent, Jean had arrived. He was hesitant to send out a signal to reach her, given how she'd made it clear that she didn't want to get involved with the X-Men's affairs. But when push came to shove, she was at least there for her friends in their time of need.

She provided a nice counter to Erik's more extreme responses. As much as his heart bled for his friend's pain, and as much as he could understand it, he couldn't condone such thoughts. Not in the sense of seeking revenge.

Though, at the back of his head, he had wondered about his friend. What had changed him so much since they last met? 

"I agree with Jean," Xavier stated. "I don't think Stark would do this. The Avengers, for the most part, are our friends and allies. We can't turn on the people who help us, on suspicion and circumstantial evidence. If our enemies want us to self-destruct, bringing a fight to the Avengers and SHIELD on theory alone would be devastating."

---

"I wonder...
Does the death of innocent people
free you?
I think not."

[John Kilroy]

At first, Jean felt the urge to bite back. "If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to start a war." The words burned on the edge of her tongue—but she held them. What good would it do?

She and Magneto could spar for hours over ideology, trading metaphors while the world burned quietly around them. Philosophy was a luxury for those not gasping beneath its consequences.

Instead, she turned her gaze to Charles—quiet but pointed. Only weeks ago, she had warned him about Erik’s heart. Not metaphorically. She meant the core of him, the magnetized gravity that twisted principle into power.

But this wasn’t the time. Nor the place.

Her voice landed with calm precision. “It’s good you’re self-aware, Magneto,” she said coolly. “Just make sure you don’t fall into those same traps you’ve spent years escaping.”

Then she straightened, eyes already scanning beyond the edge of the conversation.

“Now… where is Havok?"

[stormshadow]

Magneto stood there shocked "You agree with her my dear friend Charles, why? Very well let's help Alex. Just give me a moment first." Magneto quickly moved to Havok, Alex Summers was wrapped in gauze and in pain, chest rising slowly. A plasma burn had nearly torn through him. Magneto spoke to him. "You shouldn’t be here. Not like this. Not for them." No response. Havok lied there in a coma. “But Alex, you always hesitated. You saw the fault lines beneath the cause. That made you dangerous… to everyone.” He stopped, eyes on the bruised face of the mutant he had once called both enemy and ally.“You tried to be something in between, didn’t you? Between Xavier’s dream and my truth. But the world doesn't forgive the in between. It chews it up and spits it out. They call me a villain for choosing certainty. And they call you a hero for bleeding for a world that never wanted you.”

Magneto sat down. “I wonder sometimes, Alex… did I go too far? Or did I not go far enough? When this is over, and you wake up—and you will wake up you’ll go back to the X-Men, to Charles’s dream. I won’t stop you. But if you ever see what I see… if the day comes when you finally understand that peace is just the intermission between massacres… know that I’ll still be here. Waiting. For warriors who finally see that the war never ends.” Eric puts his hand across his face worried. "Jean just work your magic."


Alex was left in a coma.He opened his eyes, but there was no waking up. Alex Summers stood in a dead city. The sky red, pulsing like a heartbeat. Rubble stretched to the horizon buildings destroyed. Ash fell like snow. He looked down. Not rubble. Not rocks. Burned bones. Tiny ones. “No. No, this isn’t real.” From behind him, a voice said, "Isn’t it?"

Alex turned. Something wearing Scott’s face. A smear of blood replaced his visor. His eyes were empty black sockets, burning at the edges.“I tried to control it, You know I did.” “You never tried,” the shade said. “You obeyed your instincts. Fire. Fury. You call it power, but it’s just fear.”

Alex backed away. “Stop talking like you know me.” “I am you,” said a third voice.
Another figure appeared in the smoke. It was Alex himself shirtless, plasma leaking through. His mouth was into a grin not for a human face. “Let me show her what you really are,” it said.“Show who?” He sees what looks like a phoenix in the sky.

And then a women's voice in the fog. “Alex?” she cried, distant. “Where are you?” Alex ran toward it. “I’m here! Lorna is that you, I’m—” The charred version of himself reached out and grabbed him. Fingers around his throat. “You always run to her,” the monster hissed. “You think she can save you. But what happens when she sees what you really are? What you did to them?” The nightmare dragged him to the edge of a crater. Inside rows of figures. Friends. Children. Civilians. Skin scorched. He was Frozen in horror. Cyclops. Wolverine. Polaris. Xavier. A thousand dead faces staring up at him.

“I didn’t kill them. I didn’t—” The monster leaned close. “You did. You do. And when you wake up—”

[Gordy]

"Oppression is no excuse for vengeance
-- for murder."

---

Erik had been surprisingly solemn. Xavier mostly chose to sit back and watch, letting his old friend wax poetic about the injured X-Man. He only chimed in at the master of magnetism's final remarks, which warranted an immediate response.

"I know that things will get better, Erik," Xavier told him. "Hope is terrifying, because you're afraid that it's a lie. That if you dare to dream and expect something, you'll be disappointed and crushed."

The death of hope was tragic, and Xavier had felt it several times in his long life. Magneto, even moreso. He could never fully understand Erik's pain, even with the amount of love and empathy he felt for the man and his plight.

"Yet miracles happen all the time, if you know where to look. Why the X-Men always come back and grow stronger, despite all the tragedies we suffer. Havok is proof of that."

He looked to Jean. "I doubt you'll need it, but I'll provide support any way I can. For now, I'll be controlling Alex's physical body itself, and numb him of physical pain. It should make interacting with his mind just a little bit easier."

---

"I wonder...
Does the death of innocent people
free you?
I think not."

[John Kilroy]

Jean turned to Xavier, her gaze unwavering. “No need,” she said, voice steady and low. “This is mine.”

She stepped forward—and the world tilted. Not violently. Not chaotically. It bent with reverence.

Reality seemed to ripple outward, parting like cloth around her presence. She was no longer merely observing Alex's torment; she dove into it, a spear through memory and marrow.

Pain surged. Infinite. Lacerating. Unrelenting.

Guilt clung to Alex like tar. Rage split him open, jagged and gleaming. He was drowning in a storm made of his own name.

But Jean Grey had never feared storms. She had been born in one. And she had learned to command them.

She reached the core of the nightmare—a shade twisted into Alex’s image, with a grin too wide and a voice steeped in poisoned truths. It whispered every failure. Every fracture. Every fury he couldn't let go.

Jean stood before it, tall as legend.

But she was not Marvel Girl. Not a mutant. Not a soldier.

She was the threshold.

Twin stars ignited in her eyes. An eclipse bled across her form. This was creation given form. This was the breath of the One Above All made flesh. This was The One True Phoenix. Sovereign. Absolute.

Light poured from her—not bright, but boundless. She was not merely defending Alex. She was rewriting the terms of the psychic plane itself.

“You will not have him!” she said, voice reverberating through soulstuff. It was not a plea. It was law.


"You’ve haunted him long enough!" she said. Her voice rang through every corner of the dream, every shadowed corridor of Alex’s suffering. “You are not truth. You are infection...And I am the cure!”

The specter hissed, but Jean was already alight.

From her soul erupted fire—not flame, but fury. A celestial blaze that defied time, that knew every crucifixion, every fall. The Phoenix Force poured from her, unrelenting, divine. It wasn’t exorcism. It was annihilation.

“Back to the void!” she thundered, “Back to the pit that spawned you, accurst shade!”

She gave it no chance to speak. No final whisper. No pleading lie. it and its dwelling were smited in an instant, consumed in the fires of creation itself.

Jean turned to Alex as her presence enveloped the space like gravity. She spoke not from above, but from beside him. Her voice was both motherly and commanding, a melody woven with stars.


“Easy, sweet Alex,” she whispered. “Hear my voice. Feel my warmth. You are not alone. Let the fire hold you. Let the light guide you. Be at peace… shhhh…”

With a single thought, she reshaped his nightmare and replaced it with a world of her own making. The red sky faded. The ash vanished. The burnt bones crumbled into nothing. And in their place, warmth bloomed.

The world shimmered—then reassembled itself into wonder. A winter cabin emerged from the ether, nestled deep within forest silence. Snow blanketed the trees in reverent hush, each flake falling like a whispered blessing.

Inside, a fire glowed golden in the hearth—no crackling wood, no ordinary flame. It burned with the life-giving essence of the Phoenix Force, pulsing softly like a heartbeat shared between stars. Its warmth didn’t just heat the room—it sanctified it.

A worn armchair welcomed the weary. Beside it: a modest table offering holy comfort. A steaming mug of cocoa, swirling like nebulae. A plate of Christmas cookies, just-baked fresh from some divine oven and glowing with warmth, frosted thick in holly green and crimson red, sprinkled with edible stars that shimmered like fragments of creation.

Above the frost-laced window, a string of lights twinkled—not decoration, but ritual. Outside, the snowfall sang its silent hymn. Inside, from an invisible, faint Christmas music drifted into the air— a melody stitched from memory and miracle. A carol for the soul. A lullaby for the brave.

Note: Click video for sound. this is what the cabin looks like and the noises coming from it sound like.

[stormshadow]

"I know that things will get better, Erik," Xavier told him. "Hope is terrifying, because you're afraid that it's a lie. That if you dare to dream and expect something, you'll be disappointed and crushed." "Yet miracles happen all the time, if you know where to look. Why the X-Men always come back and grow stronger, despite all the tragedies we suffer. Havok is proof of that."

Magneto stood still "Yes, Charles we strive for hope. I just wanted a peaceful retirement and nothing seems to change. Based on information I attained Vulcan even tortured Havok while he was imprisoned. Havok and his team helped destabilize the Shi’ar Empire leading to war and more, which affects other cosmic factions like the Kree and Inhumans. This could be what's haunting him." Eric pauses for a moment " Perhaps when this is over, we can have a chess match. Magneto looks to the TV nearby and sees Captain America standing up to Shield over Mutant town."Then again maybe it was not the Avengers. Some like him stive to help us even if everyone is against him. Magneto turns off the TV. "I'll be leaving soon this night is just beginning."



Havoks body surges with power. “Ignore her...Well, well...the blazing Summers boy, reduced to a flicker. What a disappointment. I expected more sparks.” He drifts toward the magical pod surveying Havok at the X-mansion. Havok’s body lies still except for a faint pulse of energy rippling through his core. “You’re lost in the dark, Havok. But I could give you light not her. Dominion over your power. You’ve tasted cosmic influence you could bathe in it.”

“Back to the void!” she thundered, “Back to the pit that spawned you, accurst shade!”

He watches as his shade gets banished. The containment glass fogs with his breath. “I want a whisper of your soul. Just one ember. A trade. You burn brighter, wake faster...and I get a foothold in Summers blood. No big deal.” A flash Havok’s eyes surge open for a microsecond then close. A silent scream echoes through the telepathic ether. The pod surges with plasma energy. “Feisty. Somewhere, you remember what’s worth fighting for. Fine. Sleep on it.” Havok yells out a little mumbled. "Never!!!"

"Poor Alex. Always the second son, the unstable one, the overlooked. What if you didn’t have to be? Inferno Havok. You could be respected and worshiped.”Havok glimpses New York city in flames in detail, “Even paradise burns. Let me help you survive the ashes.”" Havok starts flatlining even with everyone trying to keep him stable. Plasma starts to surge in Havok.

The Pods magic seemed to be weakening."Pheniox, I enjoy your work. You can hear me now can't you. Havok does not want the shell of what Madlyne could have been anymore. I do not know what you crave. I could give you power of Inferno."

[Gordy]

"Oppression is no excuse for vengeance
-- for murder."

---

Xavier would respond to his old friend. "As unfortunate the situation is, the Shi'ar can be saved. You know I'd never abandon Lilandra's home, nor will I let Xandra lose her people. We can help them. We can save many lives if we try. We can fix everything... somehow."

Meanwhile, Xavier would have to hope for the best with Jean. Maybe her bravado was more than that, and her infinite power would allow her to enter Alex's mind and help him, with minimal damage. She may have had less experience with psychic therapy, but he'd have to trust her on this.

As for the master of magnetism, he continued, "I'd rather you stay here, Erik. Whatever you think is out there, it's not worth the constant bloodshed and suffering. Our path is the long one, but it's the right one. And we'll always have a spot for you here. If you insist on brooding all day, you're in good company."

---

"I wonder...
Does the death of innocent people
free you?
I think not."

[John Kilroy]

Even within her sanctuary, she felt the whisper. A wrongness. A hunger.

Some wretched demon was reaching for Alex Summers again. Creeping through psychic cracks like smoke through a grave. It slithered, clawed, whispered poison. Jean did not move. She didn’t need to. She felt it. Inside.

But Jean Grey was no longer just Jean. She was the Phoniex. Madelyne Pryor was part of that. They were one. Seamless. Sovereign.

Her presence surged across the astral, massive and immediate—like a cathedral built of wrath.

"HEY!" she growled, voice dragging across the psychic firmament like a talon. "PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!"


Jean-Madelyne smiled.

Because technically? She was a demon queen too.

Her throne in Limbo wasn’t metaphor. It was law. Her dominion wasn’t borrowed. It was earned.

And Alex? Alex belonged to her in all the ways the universe feared most.

She rose.

Crimson silk peeled around her like smoke. Horns crowned her brow. Her eyes glowed with memory—not of heaven, but of what heaven tried to forget. She stepped through the veil, her voice a rupture in the seams of reality:

“DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?” I AM THE GOBLIN QUEEN. I AM THE FINAL WILL OF LIMBO. I AM THE FUSION OF FIRE AND FURY. I AM THE WRONGED. I AM THE RETURNED.”

The planes shuddered.

“MY CLAIM ON ALEX SUMMERS IS FINAL. I KNOW HIS darkness. I KNOW HIS doubt. I LOVE HIM in ways you will never comprehend. And if you wish to take him—You’ll have to rip his soul from my cold, burning hands.”

[stormshadow]

Eric had been relatively calm then he thought about his daughter in danger. Magneto realizes something is haunting Alex." Alex seems to be at battle with something." Magneto hits Havok with a jolt to keep him from flatlining. He tuns his hand to help out Charles." Jean, I hope you know what you are doing." Magneto steps forward and sighs.

Eric feels helpless at the moment something he is not used to.“Charles, I need to know what happened to Lorna. He was the last one to see her, I need to know where she is, Charles. I need my daughter.” Magneto’s gaze turned to Jean. “You can reach his mind. Pull the memory.” Eric clenches his fist. “I don’t care if it’s a trap, wherever she is.  She’s my daughter. And I won’t lose another child.” Eric turns to Charles with a nod. "What is happening?"

"HEY!" she growled, voice dragging across the psychic firmament like a talon. "PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!"

The Demon sensed the fragile situation of Alex’s consciousness. "You are weak. I feed on weakness, Memories. Hope. So fragile… unnecessary,” it laughed.at the same time Jean Grey invaded the area.“Who dares?” the demon growled black eyes toward her in the mindscape. Jean’s voice echoed across the mind.

“DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?” I AM THE GOBLIN QUEEN. I AM THE FINAL WILL OF LIMBO. I AM THE FUSION OF FIRE AND FURY. I AM THE WRONGED. I AM THE RETURNED.”

The planes shuddered.

“MY CLAIM ON ALEX SUMMERS IS FINAL. I KNOW HIS darkness. I KNOW HIS doubt. I LOVE HIM in ways you will never comprehend. And if you wish to take him—You’ll have to rip his soul from my cold, burning hands.”

The Demon slightly gets a feeling a fear. “My master wields the power of Inferno. You have no Claim? and I do not claim. I take. Who dares GOBLIN QUEEN?” the demon laughs black eyes in the mindscape. “Such pathetic resistance, You pamper him with sunshine and hope. I will drown him in silence.” With a roar, the demon lashed out, psychic tendrils swirling as they use of Alex’s fear. He attacks Jean Grey with four tendrils trying to hit Jean. “Feel your precious friend slip away. Your kind thinks it can heal? I know pain. I am the wound.” Alex blasts the demon back."Enough get out of my mind. Go back to hell Demon" The Demon get knocked back. "How did you..." The Demon tries to wrap two tendrils around Alex. The Demon prepares to try and attack Jean again.