Reborn as the God-Emperor in Marvel

"Ahh!" An agent screamed as he fired wildly at Solomon, who stood by the car window. But the bullets posed little threat to Solomon. With precise strikes, his rapier severed the agent's fingers, causing both the gun and fingers to drop to the ground. Solomon had expected as much—Fear magic was indeed too intense for ordinary people. To the agents, Solomon's figure overlapped with their deepest fears.

"Not done yet?" Kaecilius drove up in the now heavily damaged sedan, swerving as he got out. His usually neat gray-and-white hair was in disarray, and the handkerchief that was always in his chest pocket was nowhere to be found. Solomon noticed traces of blood on Kaecilius' fingers—apparently, he had dealt with his targets even faster than Solomon. "Why isn't it as quiet on your end as mine?" Kaecilius asked.

"Fear magic. I haven't even written it into my spellbook yet." Solomon plunged his rapier once more, slicing the remaining agents' throats, leaving only the barely alive squad leader. He opened the car window, yanked the paralyzed leader out, and tossed him onto the ground. "Maybe you should collapse the mirror dimension, let their radio transmit a signal."

"What about school?" Kaecilius asked as he began casting the spell to end the mirror dimension.

"I can't see how school is possible at this point. Even the elder wouldn't be able to fix this mess." Solomon bent down, picked up the radio from the squad leader's shoulder, and fiddled with a few buttons. He glanced around and brought the radio to his ear. "But first, we need to figure out who ordered this attack."

"Received… respond… received… respond…" The radio crackled from the driver's seat. Embarrassed, Solomon tossed the handheld radio aside—turns out the agents weren't using the shoulder radios as they did in the movies. He dragged the driver's body out of the seat, sat down, and, after examining the dashboard, finally picked up the radio.

"Hello," Solomon said in a calm tone.

The other end of the radio went silent. Solomon continued, "Are you SHIELD?"

Still no response.

"Tell me, who's in charge of this operation?" Solomon asked. "Is it Agent Natasha Romanoff, by any chance?"

"Yes." After a long pause, a female voice finally came through. "Tell me, what happened to the agents? You could use them as bargaining chips."

"I thought agents sewed cyanide pills into their collars," Solomon quipped, winking at Kaecilius to signal him not to rush. "And… I'm afraid I can't return them to you."

Another long silence followed. Solomon's statement was clear—the team was entirely wiped out. Even over the radio, he could sense the weight of the moment from the other side.

"But I did leave one alive—the one who seems to be the leader," Solomon added. This revelation made the situation even more dire for the SHIELD team. If all the agents were dead, they could at least mourn and seek revenge. But with a survivor who could potentially leak sensitive information, the stakes were much higher.

"Oh, by the way, are you Agent Natasha Romanoff?" Solomon asked. "The sound is a bit distorted—it's hard to tell."

"We've met before, Solomon Damonet," Natasha said, her voice tinged with frustration. She didn't know if Solomon had learned her name from the captured agents or if he already knew. "I don't know how you got my name, but listen carefully—you and your organization are now officially wanted by SHIELD."

"Wanted by SHIELD? My organization?" Solomon asked, feigning confusion before Natasha could finish her statement. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Salem, Collins Town… weren't those your organization's operations? You've violated the law—"

"I think I get what you're implying," Solomon interrupted. "I'll be in touch with you all soon."

"In touch?"

"Yes, right now," Solomon said, ending the transmission before she could reply. He got out of the car, leaving the radio behind.

"Well?" Kaecilius asked.

"SHIELD has issued a warrant for Kamar-Taj. Apparently, something I did caught their attention, though I'm still not sure what exactly I slipped up on," Solomon said, shrugging. "I'm going to talk to SHIELD directly. It's more effective to speak with their boss."

"I meant, what do we do now?" Kaecilius sighed, rolling his eyes. "You're going to miss your school orientation."

"If I don't talk to SHIELD now, more agents will probably crash the orientation ceremony," Solomon replied. "Just leave this guy here. He might still get an insurance payout—assuming SHIELD even offers insurance."

Hydra offering insurance? That'd be the day, Solomon thought to himself, but the bottom line was clear—he needed to talk to Nick Fury. As for going to school, that was out of the question. After Kaecilius opened a portal, Solomon helped push the wrecked car through it. Solomon refused Kaecilius' offer to accompany him to meet Fury, insisting on going alone. Kaecilius reluctantly agreed and promised to inform the Supreme Sorcerer.

"I doubt SHIELD poses much of a threat to me," Solomon said. A burst of golden-red flames exploded above his head, and a fiery bird materialized, settling on Solomon's shoulder. As his summoned demon and an eternal companion, the phoenix was always by his side. The sorcerer cast his spell, opening the portal, and entered with Phoenix.

"I'll let the Supreme Sorcerer know!" Kaecilius shouted after him as the portal closed.

"I know! See you later!" Solomon waved before vanishing.

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"You think you're the only special person in the world?" Solomon said, sitting across from Nick Fury at his desk. Phoenix flapped its wings, soaring around the spacious office. Anyone who observed carefully might notice something odd about the flaming bird—it was upside down, belly up like a roasted turkey on a platter.

Of course, once you realized everything was inverted, it all made sense, including the fact that Nick Fury was clinging to the edge of his desk as though trying not to fall. His battle-hardened instincts told him that the floor he was standing on was the ceiling, and the real ground was above him. Even for someone as experienced as the SHIELD director, this situation was beyond his comprehension.

After receiving word of the failed operation, Fury had returned to his office to pull up Solomon Damonet's file. Between Coulson's memory loss and the operation's failure, it was clear Solomon and his organization were far more complex than initially thought. But as soon as Fury opened his computer and lifted his head, Solomon, the target of the operation, appeared right before him.

Before Fury could react, everything flipped. He saw the outside world turn upside down, as though the building itself had been folded. Even before he could reach for his gun, a soul-piercing screech slowed his every movement. By the time everything finished shifting, Fury was clinging to his desk for dear life while Solomon sat calmly in a chair, as if nothing had happened.

That led to this current situation.

Is this an illusion? Or reality? Fury pinched himself, but the scene before him didn't change.

"As a keeper of secrets, let me ask you—do you think you know all the secrets, Nick Fury?" Solomon asked, not really expecting an answer.

"Why not restore everything to normal so we can have a proper conversation?" Fury replied.

Motherfker! When was the last time someone threatened me in the SHIELD Triskelion?! Fury thought angrily. But the more dire the situation became, the more certain he was—this organization was no joke.

"A conversation like this helps clear your head," Solomon said. Just then, the office door opened, and a tall woman with short black hair walked in, carrying a file. It was Maria Hill, Fury's deputy, originally appointed by the World Security Council but now fully under Fury's command.

Hill glanced around in confusion—she had seen the director enter the office, but now he was nowhere to be found. The computer on the desk was still on, but after years of being an agent, she knew better than to ask unnecessary questions. She simply placed the file down, turned to leave, and carefully closed the door behind her.

"She can't see you," Solomon said. "Nor can she see me. We're in a mirror dimension. The moment you entered this office, you stepped into it."

"This is your power?" Fury asked. "It seems we've severely underestimated your organization."

"You're still trying to extract information from me? You really are a born agent," Solomon said. "And, when did I say this was a superpower? This is magic."

"Magic?!" Fury couldn't believe what he was hearing. He assumed Solomon was just another fool confusing superpowers for magic—SHIELD had dealt with plenty of those. "So, what? Are God and the Devil real too?"

Solomon paused, then replied after a moment of silence.

"Yes," he said. "You're right. Everything you said is true. You've only encountered aliens—Kree, Skrulls, the real-world threats. But we fight threats from other dimensions: demons, devils, angels, creatures of black magic. Why do you look so shocked? Did you think this was hard for us to know? Kamar-Taj has been around for over a thousand years. Knowing these things is normal for us."

"Or are you trying to secretly press your little pager?" Solomon stood up, walking

 toward Fury, stepping across what was now the ceiling. "This is the mirror dimension. No signals can get through to the outside world. Maybe I should let you try. You could call Carol Danvers, that bullheaded powerhouse who only knows how to fling energy around. I could trap her with a flick of my finger."

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