Multiversal Sin: Rise of the Primal Demon King

⚜️ Saga 0: The Ash Years

🗓 Location: Xavier Institute, Westchester County, New York

🕯️ Early Morning | Snowfall | Psychic Residue Detected

📌 Featuring: Charles Xavier (solo POV, observation log over event echo)

🔮 Sin System Status: External Scan Blocked — Attempted Interference "Observed"

It had snowed through the night. Soft. Clean. Quiet.

But to Charles Xavier, it felt like a warning.

His study had always been a sanctuary—lined with battered tomes, shelves of hidden histories, leftover pipe smoke memory, and more regrets than he'd ever logged into Cerebro. His fingers curled around an untouched mug of black coffee. It had long gone cold.

The fireplace crackled. But he wasn't watching it.

His attention hovered over the sphere on the polished oak desk—a psychic resonance crystal, shielded by psi-dampening glass... and still glowing.

Dim red, veined with gold.

Three hours ago, it had pulsed harder than anything he'd felt in his career.

Not a mutant alarm. Not a telepathic ping. Not even a Phoenix authorization.

A ripple.

But not from Jean.

A collision.

Two distinct pressures—psychic anchors slamming together across a multiversal dream nexus—and worse, they hadn't bounced off. They had braided. Grappled. Claimed.

[Shared Anchor Registration Log — Mutant Monitor System]

❖ Emotional Surge: Dual Entities (Grey + Maximoff)

❖ Thread Source: Unknown Entity — Code: "DANTE"

❖ Energy Classification: Unregistered

❖ Fragment Type: Anchored Intention | Emotional Gravity Core

❖ Risk Forecast: CROSS-SOUL WARFARE (LEVEL IV)

Xavier tensed.

He had studied hundreds of telepathic anomalies. Dream-bonding. Emotional bleeding. Astral overstitch. Visions of futures half-treated as fiction.

But what echoed in Jean last night… and flared through Wanda from halfway around the world—

It wasn't possession. It wasn't even dominance.

It was loyalty manifesting as obsession, translated across emotional systems not built to house it.

And the one at the center…

"...Dante," Xavier murmured aloud, the name unfamiliar on his tongue but thunderous in feeling.

He stepped closer to the sphere, hand hovering inches above glass. Not touching. Just… sensing.

The after-resonance tingled cold-hot across his palm like static remembering war.

One thread pulsed with soft crimson-violet—a mix of longing, grief, love.

Wanda Maximoff.

The other bled golden-fire, focused into herself like a blade turned inward.

Jean.

And between them?

A zero-signal tether. Not flame. Not void.

But something older. Control without ownership. Presence without aggression. Something too still.

"Who are you?" Xavier whispered again. "What are you?"

▫▫▫

Before opening the school, Charles had toyed with theory paths even mutants feared citing.

Soul physics. Anchor theory. Meta-pathways of intertwined narrative fields. The kind of psychic metaphysics that got "discredited" after the Manhattan Incident in 1963.

He'd once read a paper that theorized souls could entangle so tightly across realities they made cross-stitch timelines. The author vanished two weeks after publishing.

Maybe he should've paid more attention.

"Two dreamers," Charles muttered, eyes unfocused.

"One already on fire.

The other... far too quiet."

▫▫▫

He shifted toward the reading panel.

Minimal indicators. No SHIELD signatures. No HYDRA encryption.

And then — Wanda Maximoff's emotional signal spiked again overseas.

—she had touched something. Someone.

Latent chaos energy clung to her resonance like a signature tattoo across soul-frequency. But it hadn't overwritten her. It had grounded her. Hooked in.

Made her more dangerous — but also more certain.

And on her stream, too, reflected the same emotional resonance:

That name again.

Not a mutant.

Not listed by SHIELD, HYDRA, or Asgard—including temporal divisions.

Just one silent deviation walking with the weight of universes around him.

IDENTIFIER: UNREGISTERED — "Sparda-Line Entity"

Classification Attempt: FAILED

Designation: ❖ LEGENDARY DEVIL HUNTER ❖

Phase Interference Rating: X0.9 / Non-Typercludic Influence | Anchor Condition Present

Status: Soul-Warped Equilibrium Object

The memory signature vibrated on psychic trace.

He wasn't seen the way humans were seen. He was felt — the way cataclysms were felt underwater. A kind of full-body warning that tricked your nervous system into praying.

▫▫▫

Xavier walked stiffly toward the window. Frost glimmered across stained glass. The front lawn remained covered in morning hush.

…But he didn't feel peace.

He felt distortion.

Two women wired backward, reborn against one man's silhouette — a man who shouldn't belong to their time.

He clenched the curtain with one pale fist.

"This is the pivot," he whispered.

Because it wasn't just Jean on the edge now.

It wasn't even Wanda spinning into herself.

It was Dante — not doing anything at all — who made the world around him tilt on instinct.

Because some truths… became gravity.

▫▫▫

The receiver beside the crystal flared briefly.

Xavier turned. The sphere blinked not red. Not gold.

Green.

Low Chaos Thread-warning.

Tempo sync from Wanda's resonance layer spiked—

And in its trailing impact, another pulse. Not hot. Not scarred.

Just still.

He didn't touch the panel.

But the System keyed in anyway—

[Sin System: External Observation Detected — Block Initiated]

▸ Unauthorized Scan Source: Xavier, Charles

▸ Access Level: Denied

▸ Thread Risk: 6.5%

▸ Response: Memory Ghosting Initiated — Recognition Refused

A cold draft spilled across his skin.

No window had moved.

But something had blinked in his direction — a flicker in the tapestry.

Xavier stepped back.

Not from fear—but reverence.

"They saw me," he muttered.

And they chose not to answer.

▫▫▫

He poured out the untouched coffee.

His hands trembled slightly.

In thirty years of teaching others how to walk inside the mind without breaking…

He had never felt anything quite like being seen by the will of someone else's Sin.

He lit a second fire. Not for cold.

But because he couldn't shake the thought:

Dante Sparda wasn't just a hunter.

He was the anchor that might tear apart everything trying to keep the world whole.

And like anything too anchored…

The others would break against him just trying to stay close.

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