I sat at my desk, snow quietly piling my windows, and stared at the map of Europe spread before me. Red pins marked each known Norn Stone—one in Norway, one in the Swiss Alps, and one at an upcoming Hellfire Club auction. A steaming cup of coffee sat beside me, untouched. A tablet playing my own rendition of 'Chamber of reflection' and to it's right a notebook that withholds my plans of obtaining the Norn stones.
The first stone was easy, I could obtain it easy enough, I just had to walk into an abandoned church and break open a floor board and I could grab the Norn stone, very anti-climactic but that wouldn't be the same for the other two stones.
I began clicking my pen over and over again thinking about how I could obtain the second stone.
If I wanted to procure it, that means I had to be at the auction but the problem was how I could get in that auction, If I to be there; then it was about being Wanted there. Which is far easier said than done.
The question was how would I get their ire; sure I was rich but everyone there was more rich and not only that their influence was infinitely greater than my own.
If the illuminati existed in this world then the hellfire club would be that, but for the millionaires of the world; it would even be more accurate call the members of the hellfire club the true nobles of this world.
They were illuminati before the illuminati, they had the pockets of some of the worlds most powerful people there and their currently leader Sebastian Shaw was no slack either, he was an Omega-level Mutant, he could absorb and distribute energy to cause mass scale destruction.
And if I remembered correctly he took the power of a small scale nuclear explosive and walked out generally undamaged, although over-charged as a result.
I could try and use observation haki and try to associate myself into the crowd that they wanted but I don't think that possible considering the possible time constraints I had.
I wasn't sure when it was being sold, all I knew was that it was in a vault.... I could try and tap into my Visionary abilities and try to extract the information out of them, but the idea of getting caught by Emma was a massive variable....
I laughed "Emma frost, you are quiet literally the bane of my existence right now, without you on their I could most definitely take that stone no problem..."
Wait Emma might have had her memories wiped by Tessa and Sebastian... for context Tessa also known as sage mind-wiped Emma when she learned that the Sentinel problem was being controlled by Shaw, and erased the memories of her learning this making her loyal to the Club again.
I sighed a breath of relief and a quiet but hopeful plea that Sebastian was stupid enough to do this to her.
I began focusing my Observation Haki once more checking her status as of right now.
Feeling the migraine grow stronger with each passing second, it hurt but I had to dismiss the pain and began focusing on keeping my True Psychological Invisibility activated, I couldn't let anyone find me.
Emma was asleep resting in her room, perfect lets see what I can do. I began accessing the Sea of Collective Subconscious and in that moment I saw her mind-...
It was beautiful, her mind was completely different from the others I had seen; others looked like a jumble of lights firing in different uncontrolled spiritic releases, with only a semblance of direction; All contained within a see through shadow that I could easily pick apart.
But Emma's? Hers was beautiful, her form full and beautiful I could see her true self it was controlled and followed a complex yet symmetrical pattern, her bodies shadow made of diamond and layers of protection.
But there was a crack in her diamond mind, a small minute cut, the size of a paper cut just on far right side of her temple, I realized it was a backdoor one I could manipulate... It was Sage's mental imprint.
I could manipulate it however I pleased I could make her do anything from falling in love, to making her do any number of acts of pleasures, and she would be none the wiser.
It was disgusting, it was disgusting what Sage left her with, I utterly despised it, from the very core of my being.
I decided in that moment I would help her, I didn't care what would happen she needed to know.
I pulled her mind into to Sea of Collective Subconscious, and called out her name.
"Emma can you hear me?"
I saw the woman take shape, she looked exactly as she did in Marvel Rivals, her hair short but well kept her legs thick and plump, her breast full but not oversized. She was fine; so stupidly fine; it was hard not to be attracted to the woman.
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Emma Frost / White Queen
The first thing I noticed was my surroundings it was regal
A marble ballroom, the walls made of white marble— polished and clean refracting every bit of starlight that hung impossibly above. The ceiling was the cosmos itself, it as if the stars were captured into a single moment, unchanging and unmoving.
Each step I took echoed like whispered secrets, and my heels clicked against the reflective floor, leaving no footprints, as if I were too perfect to disturb the dream.
Mirrors lined the perimeter, each one reflecting a different part of my life from when I was younger to where I am now.
I instinctively knew I wasn't alone.
Then I heard my name. A voice that rang not through my ears, but through the core of my being, like someone was speaking inside my thoughts, not invading them but... asking for permission to be heard.
"Emma, can you hear me?"
Instinctively I turned around and I saw a door a door made of the same marble, but its handle made of white Diamond, it reflected the starlight above creating a beautiful illusion.
"Emma please let me in"
I hesitated I could feel Its presence, it could break through that door in an instant if it wanted to, yet it didn't it patiently waited for my response...
I hesitated before opening the door from afar using my mind and I saw him, I had seen beautiful hot and beautiful men before but he was different.
I had charmed sculpted Olympians, seduced silver-tongued kings, and reduced Billionaire play boys into stammering fools. Beauty, to me, was a currency one that I controlled the market of.
And then there was him
His hair, the color of wheat under a soft sunset, fell in softly around his face, his bangs the perfect level of kept and messy, the wheat gold hair falling unruly past his shoulders, tied back in a loose knot that suggested he couldn't be bothered with vanity—yet somehow looked like he'd stepped out of a masterpiece.
His face, soft but sharp, his face was well defined but had no chin, His jawline was very well defined but soft not showing to much and not showing too little, it was a type of face that could only ever be seen in drawings.
His Body, was toned almost as if it was drawn on, but it was not big like the other men she had met, no it was lean and flexible, almost perfect in how the clothes tightened around his body.
His eyes, were gold but looked almost like a snake but it was far more mystical in nature, it was almost as if she was looking into the eyes of a dragon.
He looked truly etheral, I was stunned, as she saw him walk into the ballroom; I could feel my face grow hotter by the second.