It was a dry winter day. Stark heat was the norm, but that didn’t deter Cyclops from attending his work.
The pages flew in an open window.
Cyclops looked up, and found Xavier (Professor X).
The arc angels were all mounted at their locations like stars in a constellation.
Comically, X’s rainbow sandals flew off of his feet. Was it all a dream?
Cyclops was having recurring visions and this one was, no doubt, larger than life.
The book he was working on just got elevated in the air like a bible.
He ran to his car and drew out a plan to finish his works. It was sort of premature, but it felt like a movie scene. Everything in Cyclops’ life now was under the influence of Hellcat. Evidently, he controlled the sector and everything that was taking place was superseded by a white heavenly blur.
Behind the veneer of what was controlled, and what was hardly intelligible to the human race was a fight between Markus, and Hellcat. Both shapeshifters, both a bugle to the Vulcan race. One fighting under Klingon influence, and the other all his own Hell.
Hellcat wasn't so demonic, or hedonistic, however, he possessed godly wisdom with a passion for magic.
All of life’s ExistenZ–the things that seemed to matter the most–were under Hellcat’s control, and not without the possession of Cyclops’ magic power to create the realm of which he lived. Normally reserved for the mongrels of peace and magic, Cyclops kept doing the unthinkable.
And that, unthinkable, was the complete graphic novel that he lived through. The Eternal wasn’t hard to fathom at times, this took the cake!
The other thing was that Cyclops was becoming heavily influenced by Klingon craft, and that just fueled the fire for his shapeshifting, as was seen in his becoming Gambit, and eventually like Hulk.
When it was a lower body day, he maxed out at the gym and stayed laser-focused on his work. Like a pulp master, he just kept cranking out books, and pages of notes and 3D presentations. Something the Hulk might do on his time off, not when it was time to meet the archangels.
Something was up with Cyclops, no doubt about that; it’s just that Hell and ice freezing Cyclops' planet was a phenomenon that took control of his life. It’s not so much that he was opposed to Hellcat, it was that he needed him to be hell on his home planet.
Hellcat was physical to say the least, so this level of trust was deeply wound up inside the two, where Kling influence was frowned upon, yet Vulcan traits that came through was a bonafide trust that made this battle a record-keeping bout to remember!
All Hellcat had to do was warm the planet. All Cyclops had to do was face the archangels. It was simple, really. Just two opposing forces balanced as one, like sound, light or gravity.
Hell was freezing over, and Cyclops needed to deploy fast.
“SYSTEM CONTROL” Cyclops exclaimed.
‘UPDATE SYSTEM
INITIALIZE CORE HEADERS’
What does that do?” Hellcat asked.
“REBOOT!” Cyclops yelled.
The room started spinning, like a volcano had erupted.
“How’d you do it?” Cyclops squealed.
“You need to die.” Hellcat replied.
“I see… Let’s Go!”
Go where?”
“PROGRAM RESET…”
Cyclops continued in his machine speak.
“EVIL LIVE”
He just shoots him a glance through his bionic-enhanced retina. It’s a picture of a man getting a tattoo on his back.
“Whoah.”
“LIVE.DEVIL”
“What’s that do?”
“That unfreezes Hell, you!”
He spars a jab at him, Hellcat just defends his crown, as if to say ‘don’t touch’.
“Are you ready for the Archangel?”
“Ready for anything.” He replied.
“Prepare for hell.” Hellcat said intently.
Cyclops returned to his home planet after it had thawed out, now overtaken by Skull Robots, morbid heathens who desired sins of the flesh.
Like a bonobos island gone bad, Cyclops could only scream for help.
It was an omen of chaos and sexual conquest that reeked of hate and desire. A passion less often seen on Vulcan Earths.
Cyclops found himself sinking in a rabbit hole that bore the most graphic images of modern-day hell, underground.
Mongrels eating fairies, morbid animal sacrifices and disturbing roman holidays…
It was a dance of the dead, and pure hell.
~An archangel appeared as an apparition in Cyclops’ realm.
While he was doing he was rain dance of system programming language to save his planet another appeared, and then another.
At every turn he was seemingly being saved by these archangels who were protecting his planet from darkness and destruction.
When all was said and done all thirteen angels made their appointment felt, imparting light into Cyclops eyes.
Before he could thank either one of them, the light engorged his flesh, and he collapsed, screaming “mercy!”