Marvel: Summoning Xandar.

~~~Third Person, January 1943~~~

~~~Lower Zone, Xandar DC~~~

Sebastian Shaw walked confidently alongside his group, approaching Azrael with a confident stride and serene gaze as if strolling through a park. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty," Shaw greeted Azrael with baron-like courtesy, going so far as to bow.

"May I introduce myself, I am Sebastian Shaw, and these are my companions, Emma Frost, Riptide, and Azazel, and it is an honor for us to stand before you." However, to Shaw's displeasure, Azrael did not flinch, instead, he continued to wear a serious countenance, to him, and to his group, they were still invaders, people who had entered Xandar without authorization.

"This is Xandar, I don't know what nations outside my borders will be like, but here, we do not welcome invaders, those who enter without permission, and proudly stroll through our streets unceremoniously." Azrael's words took Shaw by surprise, he knew that subject, having seen what Azazel had seen when Asgard made his presence known on Xandar some months ago, but witnessing firsthand the isolation of this place produced mixed feelings.

"We don't want any trouble, indeed, we come in peace, we don't want to create any rift between us," Shaw, a politician, sought a peaceful solution to the situation.

Riptide, new to all this mutant and Hellfire Club business, was anxious and a bit fearful, he had seen how Azrael had built a giant castle in just a few hours, and who knew what else he could do, so beads of sweat did not wait to appear on his forehead, even being in Xandar, one of the southernmost cities of Xandar and which maintained a very low temperature.

Emma, on the other hand, was confident but alert, she, with a history of having fought for her life for many years using her abilities, was very confident with them, and while she was on the lookout for any altercation, she showed no fear.

But instead, Azazel was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, he, as a demon from hell, was close to sensing residual energies from other dimensions, and he felt that more and more, an unknown but apprehensive energy was making its presence known, but no matter how much he looked around, nothing showed hints of the source.

"And what do you wish for on Xandar? We are currently facing foreign conflicts, and I have no time to waste in meeting with... You." At Azrael's words, Shaw smiled, and in an act that only he would understand, he signaled to Riptide, who understood the message and turned her palms face up, and then a swirl of wind began to emerge from her hands.

However, the witches did not take this with a good countenance, and immediately struck a defensive pose in front of Azrael, as they grabbed their enchanted whips, while the blacksmiths nearby unsheathed their swords and prepared for any confrontation.

"Hey, hey, hold on," Shaw acted immediately, raising his hands to look harmless, "we just want to show you what we can do, what we are, show you that we are equal." Riptide had stopped using his gift, which had made the situation better.

"Keligōn" Azrael said softly, causing the smiths to stop pointing their swords at the group of mutants, but not sheathing them, and the witches to step back. In the midst of all this, Azrael began to walk until he was only two meters away from Sebastian Shaw, and the difference was immediately noticeable.

Shaw, with a serene but alert countenance, was six feet tall and aristocratic bearing, versus the younger, but no less impressive Azrael, over six feet tall, with a warrior's body, along with his waist-length black hair held back with bells and dressed in body-tight leather armor. He arguably looked better than Shaw, who had a two-piece suit.

"Equal? What do you mean equal?" Azrael asked him interested, wanting to know what Shaw was getting at with all this, "the new human evolution, the apex species, us," Shaw replied as if it was common sense, "we are the new step in human evolution, you are, I watched you create that castle, our race has been threatened, oppressed from the shadows, but with your help, your kingdom's help, mutants will be able to rule the world, be on top of everyone, if you open the gates."

"Hahahahaha," Shaw couldn't finish as he was rudely interrupted by Azrael, who laughed in his face, "open the gates you say?" Azrael said with a chuckle, "Xandar will not open gates to anyone, we don't want people who bring outside trouble to my lands, we live in a secure autonomy of our own, and I will not flush that down the toilet by opening my borders to...what did you call them? Ah yes, mutants."

Shaw didn't take this in a good way, and his frown was getting more and more furrowed, "you are a mutant, and you are betraying our species by turning your back on us, do you think that by pushing back an aged Odin you will be able to take on the entire mutant race?" Shaw got angry, not paying attention to Azazel, who was getting more and more nervous.

"Backing down Odin you say? They've been busy," Azrael's tone of voice was becoming increasingly cold and cutting, while unnoticed by Shaw's group, Azrael was sending a message using movement codes with his hand.

Azazel was the most nervous, and therefore, he was the first to notice them... Beings covered in shadow, skeletal looking and tall, with purple eyes that glowed, and it was there where the pandemonium began. Never, but never, look an Enderman in the eye, they don't like it.

The Enderman, who was appearing in the shadows of a tree, felt Azazel's gaze, and without thinking, teleported, appearing in front of Azazel and lunging at him. But Azazel acted fast, even under the surprise, and although he was pushed back by the Enderman's onslaught, he managed to teleport away amid red smoke. Appearing in another place.

However as he looked at his chest, he noticed cuts on his collarbones and shoulders.

Shaw and the others only managed to watch as a dark entity appeared in front of Azazel and they teleported, Emma immediately used the second facet of her gift, turning her body into pure diamond, while Riptide and Shaw prepared in case they were attacked.

"Sorry about that, but never look an Enderman in the eye, that could happen," amidst the commotion, Azrael commented with a smile appearing on his face, 'You!' Shaw raged, as he looked at Azrael angrily, "Emma," Shaw spoke to Emma, to which her body returned to normal.

Emma, while she had two facets of her gift, one offensive, and the other defensive, the latter consisted of her body, be it skin, organs, even her hair, being turned into a diamond, which made her gain colossal strength, have a resilient body, and be immune to mind reading.

But to use her offensive facet, she would have to undo her diamond state, so she could use her telepathy, and that was just what happened, Emma, in record time, deactivated her diamond state and sent telepathy waves to Azrael's mind, trying to enter his mind, but that was her mistake.

Instead of entering Azrael's mental palace, or what she expected to find, she found herself in the middle of an open field, with bright stars in the sky, but with mist covering the entire ground that prevented her from seeing, and in the middle of it all, multiple pairs of eyes appeared one after another, purple eyes, red eyes, black eyes, and the most terrifying, eyes of a bright golden color.

Being in the middle of it all caused her to be driven out of Azrael's mind, as a line of blood shot from her nostrils. It was causing her to drop to one knee. All that hadn't even taken two seconds, but for Emma, being in front of all those eyes in the middle of that fog, caused her to shiver and get an intense headache.

Azrael didn't have some gift of telepathy, but in his mind, there was something far worse. The thousands of connections he shared with the Enderman, the Wither, the Warden, and those beasts and beings from the menu, created an opening in his mind, it was a mental palace he shared with all of them, with which he could communicate with any Enderman, Wither, Warden or even Endoxes.

So, when Emma entered Azrael's mind, she found herself in the place where Azrael's connection to his summoning was strongest, forcibly expelling her as she didn't belong there.

"That was a bad idea," Azrael said, and this time he was angry, he didn't have to be omniscient, to know what had happened, and that didn't please him, "Akein Makei!" The witches screamed, going into attack mode, and began to surround Shaw and his group, as more Enderman appeared.