Chapter 109
Sylvie stepped through the portal. Owen was right in front of her. Sylvie examined he surroundings carefully. It was an alley of Xandar. Two women stood in front of her. One with green skin and red hair in a black torn suit. The other was a blue cyborg in yellow. Both looked to be just after some kind of fight, which they clearly lost. Numerous wounds, abrasions. Cyborg was hurt more badly. Her fist was red with blood. The blood of Peter, who lay on the ground in front of them. His head was bleeding.
Peter was dying.
Peter, with his sweet smile, was dying.
Everything went cold in Sylvie for a moment. The memory of the first time she saw Peter. What she heard of his fate on the Sacred Timeline. Nightmare about dead mother on the ground. Peter's cry which she couldn't soothe. The fate of her unborn children. It has all become one. In Peter who was dying.
She had failed.
The guilt was choking inside her.
Her hand gripped the sword tighter.
She looked at Owen.
"I'll take care of Peter. And you take care of them," Owen said. It was the steel tone of Agent Mobius. The one who personally tortured and murdered the variants. At that moment, she too remembered the ruthlessness she had lived with before Loki arrived, and made her feel something more than revenge again. She and Owen briefly became Agent Mobius again and the evil variant of Loki.
As if the past has come back.
As if they had never been changed by their Loki.
Owen was immediately with Peter.
"You! You are with the traitor!" screamed the cyborg.
What traitor? However, it was not important. Sylvie had no intention of getting any information from them. She wasn't even going to ask why they attacked Peter. She didn't care about their motives.
Sylvie was going to kill them.
These bitches are gonna pay for Peter.
Both women adopted a fighting stance. The green one opened her mouth to say something. Sylvie didn't want to listen to them. Not a single word. Useless words. She really didn't know what Loki saw in them. Stupid diplomacy. Worth nothing. Peter was dying. There was nothing to say. The red scarf glowed with green magic, and suddenly both bitches were in iron, painful gags. Sylvie smiled with satisfaction. They tried to free themselves, but it was for nothing. Sylvie started attacking.
They had to fight despite the gags. They were well trained. They had to undergo excellent training and survive many battles.
However, that would not be enough.
Sylvie was better.
When she wasn't watching movies, she spent to her time to training. To know every killing technique ever invented. She had to do it to survive. TVA was the best. And she kept running into them at first, until she found out about hiding in the Apocalypse. She had to be the best at killing and fighting to survive. She also had the advantage that both opponents were clearly injured and tired. They did not expect another confrontation so soon.
Sylvie pulled them away from Peter and Owen leaning over him. She couldn't look at this that way. She had to concentrate on the fight. Feel nothing. To be ruthless and vigilant. She wasn't watching. She just looked at their faces. Faces to kill.
Cyborg fought with great ferocity, but her systems must have been badly damaged. She could barely move. However, she defended herself strongly. Nevertheless, her movements resembled Sylvie a fly in a spider's web. Desperate and strong. And yet the spider was winning. Sylvie was a spider and she was going to eat her and the other green woman.
Sylvie quickly hit the green woman on the collarbone. Blood gushed out. Sylvie pressed the sword against the green flesh harder, despite her opponent's attempt to strike her with her leg. But Sylvie dodged. Both women clearly used their bodies' strengths frequently in combat, but it was useless if the bodies were injured and tired.
Suddenly the green hand fell off. Sylvie cut her off. Both women looked tired and resigned. And yet there was still a challenge in their eyes. The cyborg, barely standing on her feet, obscured the green woman. They still wanted to fight. However, it was over.
Sylvie wasn't going to be merciful. Loki might do it. She wasn't sure. Perhaps on this very occasion he would have agreed with her that they had to be killed.However, Sylvie was not merciful. Her heart was closed to anyone for a long time.
She opened them when Loki appeared in her life.
She took revenge, got a family, and learned the truth about her fate and her mother.
However, she was not the Goddess of Good or Goddess of Forgiveness.
She was the Goddess of Stories, the Goddess of Lies, the Goddess of Mischief.
The New Enchantress. After her late mother.
And she wasn't going to be merciful.
She grabbed the sword and pierced both of them right through. For a split second before this blow, they were still trying to prepare for a counterattack. However, they were tired and defeated. Sylvie was too fast. Their dead bodies fell to the ground. Sylvie kicked their bodies and left.
They deserved for it because of what they was doing to Peter.
She should have given them a worse death. For example, burn them. Or torture. For hurting this innocent child! Nevertheless, she had to kill them quickly and efficiently. Peter needed her.
She quickly ran to Owen and Peter. There was a tourniquet on Peter's head to keep the blood from dripping. Owen's hands were stained with blood, and there was great sadness on his face. Sylvie lightly kissed Peter's forehead.
He was hers. Her Peter. Her child.
And he was hurt. The magic seemed to run wild inside her, but Sylvie kept it in check. She couldn't put Peter in more danger. Her magic could hurt him. She had to be careful.
She looked at Owen.
"Will he live?" she asked. Everything depended on that question. Her hands held tightly to those of the unconscious child. Her child. Her sweet Peter, whom she could not console.
She would not good mother to twins. And now she was not good for Peter.
Why?
She caressed Peter's curly hair. Her boy. She was worse variant of Loki!
"Sylvie, I'll be honest. It's a miracle that he was alive after Nebula hit him. He should die immediately. I ... It's my fault ..." Owen said depressed.
"But he will live?" she interrupted him.
"We need Asgard. Peter has little time. Xandar has great medicine, but that won't help us. We need Eir, the Goddess of Healing," Owen said. Sylvie immediately picked up Peter in her arms.
"Then let's not delay," Sylvie replied.
"I just need to do some paperwork with Nova Prime. Go, Sylvie with the TimePad. I'll get another means of transport. Just remember to recharge it. There aren't many batteries left," Owen replied. Sylvie nodded. The yellow portal opened to her.
Suddenly she was back in Asgard. By her new mom's bedside. Sylvie looked at her mother, who was sleeping deeply.
Tears welled up in Sylvie's eyes.
Mom will be know what to doing.
She put Peter down next to her mother. And she nudged her gently.
However, her mother did not wake up.
Sylvie tried harder.
"Mom! Wake up!" Sylvie started to panic. Mom still hasn't woken up. However, she was still alive. Definitely! Sylvie couldn't lose them both! Her mom and Peter! Green magic began to pile up in Sylvie's hands. Despair seemed to suffocate her.
.
Peter and mom were lying next to each other.
Peter was dying. Mom didn't wake up.
As if they were both already dead.
Sylvie cried for them.
Until the guards entered the chambers. They were headed by a man with a beard in golden armor with one eye.
Odin.
"So you are the new daughter?" He asked. Sylvie could only nod. She felt completely devastated emotionally. Odin's gaze seemed harsh, appraising. Sylvie felt fear. As if double.
Her and Loki.
"Go to your room. Immediately. I don't want any more blood! Give back the sword," he said. Sylvie was about to argue. She was to say that she would not leave her child and mother. That she would protect them! Besides, he couldn't tell her anything!
And yet it is a look.
This fear.
Guardians who were ready to attack her.
It was...
I am the Frost Giant! Impossible!
I am not their son!
Thor will kill me! Asgard will kill me! I must be Asgardian! I have to destroy the monsters!
Father!
No, Loki.
Sylvie stared at that cruel eye. She immediately handed over the sword.
"Of course, I'm coming now," her mouth said. Her spirit screamed in rebellion. Something was wrong. She was messing inside. Her mind. Loki's mind.
Suddenly, the corridors of Asgard felt familiar. As if she had been walking on them for many centuries.
"The guard will take you to the room and you are not to leave it without my permission," Father said.
Father? It was Odin, he wanted her to be Baldur's bride!
"Yes, Father," Sylvie replied.
"You have to change. The Princess of Asgard must look elegant. Put on the dress now!" Father said. She nodded her head at that. Of course, father always told that thing. To Thor, too. You are Prince of Asgard. You have to look elegance!
Something was wrong.
Her mind.
She slowly followed the guard.
Everything was in shreds.
What was happening?
Was she is Sylvie?
Was she is Loki?
Her hand was white, not blue.