Multiversal Sin: Rise of the Primal Demon King

⚜️ Saga 0: The Ash Years

📍 Location: Abandoned Safehouse, Slovakia

🗓️ Year: 2006 – Pre-dawn

🎯 Characters: Dante Sparda, Wanda Maximoff, Jean Grey

🛡 Sin System Status: Conflict Detected | Anchor Pressure Rising | Rivalry Phase Escalated

The fire had burned out nearly two hours ago, yet the room still smoldered with warmth.

Not heat from flame.

But from tension.

Dante sat quietly near the cold hearth, one boot up, elbow resting on his knee. His other hand slowly turned the flat of Ruin Reaver like he was working a rosary carved in war—a wordless meditation of steel and soul.

His coat lay draped across the chair back. His arm, marked with inked and seared magical burns, shimmered faintly beneath low candlelight. His expression?

Unshaken.

[Sin System Thread Monitor: Dual Anchor Convergence Active]

🔴 Thread 1 — Wanda Maximoff

– Dream-Bound Anchor | Current Sync: 56.0%

– Emotional Status: Fervent / Claimed Sanctuary / Jealous Focus

🔥 Thread 2 — Jean Grey

– Phoenix-Linked Soul Trace | Current Sync: 17.6%

– Emotional Status: Awakened Pursuit / Echo Bond / Accelerated Claimant

⚠ IRL Convergence Confirmed | Emotional Load: Surging

➤ Consent Field Maintained Through Anchor (Dante)

➤ Conflict Class: Tier 2 – Verbal Zone / Fusion Point Imminent

Dante tilted his head, eyes half-lidded with the kind of quiet confidence that could either defuse chaos or dare it to escalate.

He felt them both.

Approaching like storms with different temperatures.

One wove fear into fire and called it love.

The other wore grief like a crown and turned it into resurrection.

He didn't rise when she arrived.

✦

Jean Grey stepped inside the clearing without disturbing a single tree.

Psychic drift lifted the hems of her long red coat. Her eyes burned—not like fire uncontrolled, but like purpose shining through the bones of someone who no longer needed fear.

She didn't knock.

She didn't need to.

The safehouse door clicked open not from magic — but fate.

Dante looked up as her boots stepped across aged wood. No one spoke. His crimson gaze met hers without blinking. There was no tension in him.

Just weight.

And awareness.

Then, another presence — equally electric, but cooler in its hum — drifted from the hallway like a slow-blooming flame wrapped in velvet.

Wanda Maximoff.

She was dressed simply. Red hoodie pushed off one shoulder, her bare feet nearly silent on stone. No defenses. No illusions.

But her eyes glowed.

And she was ready.

The room changed.

Not a battle.

A throne room with no throne, no king. Just one man and Two women.

And the scorching air of decisions no longer avoided.

[Sin System Alert – Dual Anchor Engagement]

❖ Wanda Maximoff [Sync: 56.0%]

❖ Jean Grey [Sync: 17.6% → 18.2%]

⚔️ Verbal Confrontation Mode: Stability Lock Maintained by Anchor

Rivalry Status: Escalating | Phase II Activated

Response: Observer Environment Rewriting Scene — "Bond Compression Point"

Jean stepped into the chamber.

Her eyes swept Wanda — not in contempt, but calculation.

Wanda smiled faintly, crossing her arms.

"Nice flight," she murmured. "You brought your storm over from another continent."

Jean's lips curled, dry. "Odd. Your name didn't show up in his memories where it counted."

The tension warped audibly — not in voices, but in space.

Candles stuttered but didn't die.

The fire flickered back to life behind Dante's chair… unprompted.

He stood — at last — smoothing the line of his coat sleeve down his forearm.

"If you're going to tear each other apart," he muttered, voice low, "wait until I'm dressed, and out of coffee."

Neither moved.

But neither laughed.

Jean tilted her head. "So you're the one who taught him family."

Wanda's expression barely shifted.

"And you're the one who turned his grief into comfort he could bleed back into."

Jean stepped forward. "I fed the fire he forgot he needed."

Wanda: "I gave him the home he stopped believing he deserved."

[Thread Overlay Conflict]

Wanda Maximoff – Anchor Type: Sanctuary / Possession

Jean Grey – Anchor Type: Grief-to-Recognition / Becoming

Emotional Oscillation Detected

Anchor Response: Passive-Coherence Achieved (Dante Sparda)

Bond Integrity: TEMPORARILY STABLE

Verse Status: Delay Before Collision – 18.3 hrs

Across the clearing, Pietro grimaced where he listened upstairs.

"Yep," he muttered. "This'll go so well."

✦

Dante didn't command them.

He didn't order peace.

He just was present—and they both adjusted to that gravity.

It was enough.

For now.

He took one step between them, grounding the triangle. Arms at his sides, not aggressive. But there.

Jean didn't flare.

Wanda didn't twist her wrist for silent spells.

Their flames vibrated beneath skin — but they obeyed the one law they both sensed: he hadn't chosen… yet.

Jean's voice turned gravity-thick.

"I'm staying. Not for peace but to see what pieces stay mine."

Wanda folded onto the chair he'd left. "Good. Now I don't have to go to sleep wondering what he might dream of next."

[Sin System Log Update]

Primary Anchor: Wanda Maximoff – 56.0%

Emotional Factors: Loyalty | Claim | Domestic Fire | Magical Root

Secondary Anchor: Jean Grey – 18.2%

Emotional Factors: Memory | Loss-Combustion | Existential Need

🜍 Rival Status: Queen vs Queen

Perception Clash: High Emotional Friction

Active Trigger: Suspended | Timeline Drift Managed by Anchor Presence

Dante exhaled, ran a hand down his jawline. Not tired.

Just something heavier than fatigue: knowing what's coming next.

He turned toward the snow-dusted window.

"Keep the walls up tonight," he said, mostly to himself.

"Don't let the wind fool you. It's warm because the world's about to fight for something."

The fire behind him flickered against their shadows.

And it was true—

No blood drawn. No spell cast.

But the heat?

Very real.

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