Solomon in Marvel

Daimon Hellstrom hadn't shaved in a long time, and his wool sweater was full of holes.

For now, he and Gabby relied on Dr. Hastings's financial assistance to survive. He was obsessively devoted to caring for the child growing inside Gabby, believing that the unborn fetus in her womb was more important than anything else.

So when he saw his sister, Ana Hellstrom, his first reaction was not a warm welcome.

He had refused all visitors—including his own sister. And as for Solomon, Daimon didn't just want him gone—he wanted to shoot him.

Ana immediately subdued her brother, smashing his head against the cold, moldy wall, trying to knock some sense into him.

"You think this place is fit for a pregnant woman, you idiot?!" Ana snarled in his ear, furious at his incompetence. "Even a rat's nest has cleaner air than this! You can't even afford heating!" She pinned Daimon down, her grip merciless. "Gabby wouldn't die without you, Daimon. You dragged her into this. You got her pregnant! Stop making excuses, you coward!"

Daimon roared in frustration.

While the Hellstrom siblings were locked in their heated argument, Solomon was already moving.

With careful steps, he sidestepped the warped wooden floorboards and made his way to the frail nun, curled up in a pile of blankets on the bed.

Gabby looked nothing like the woman Solomon had met before.

Her once vibrant, rosy complexion had turned pale. Her smooth, dark hair had begun to gray at the tips. The cold had stripped her of her optimism, and her once-bright, expressive eyes were now lifeless and vacant.

Mold infested the area around her pillow. Filthy flakes of dead skin clung to the folds of her body. And yet, despite the unsanitary conditions, she somehow managed to cling to the bare minimum of health.

She spent every waking moment drowning in regret.

"Forgive me, my Lord. I have broken my vows."

With trembling hands, she reached for Solomon's sleeve, clutching onto the gold-trimmed edge of his sacred relic robes.

Solomon did not pull away from the deranged pregnant woman. Instead, he placed a hand on her swollen abdomen.

Gabby's grip tightened, her fevered mind twisting Solomon's actions into a divine punishment—a sign that God Himself was condemning her sins. She believed that her transgressions had cast her out of His holy grace.

But in reality, Solomon was casting a spell to examine the child inside her womb.

Pink magic included various fertility-related spells, and Solomon, as a master arcanist, was well-versed in them.

He had been suspicious ever since Father Mollo informed him of Gabby's pregnancy.

Gabby had lived in a convent since childhood—a devout woman through and through.

So why did she suddenly break her vows and conceive Daimon's child?

Solomon had deliberately waited until the fetus had developed enough for his spells to yield accurate results.

He suspected that the fetus's unique nature might hold the answer.

Underneath Gabby's stretched-tight skin, dark veins pulsed. Her organs were displaced, her body fat was gone, and beneath Solomon's fingertips, he could feel the heartbeat of something alive.

A burst of fire illuminated the dim room.

Ana had cast a spell to restrain Daimon, who had charged at Solomon like a raging bull.

Gabby, seeing Daimon in such a violent state, panicked and screamed.

"The devil possessed me!" she sobbed. "Forgive me!"

"She's lost her mind," Ana muttered, her expression unreadable.

She had once hoped her brother could have a happy family, a way to heal from their miserable childhood.

But this—this was proof that Daimon Hellstrom was not meant to have a family.

They were Hellstroms—cursed by their infernal blood.

They could never have happiness.

"I think she might be telling the truth," Solomon said.

"This is the only thing she remembers clearly."

He placed a gentle hand on Gabby's forehead.

The frail nun immediately fell into a deep sleep, but her desperate grip on Solomon's robe remained unbroken—as if he was her only salvation.

"Gabby's mind could not withstand Marduk's possession," Solomon said grimly.

"Your brother and Gabby may have both been influenced by Marduk. It's possible that Marduk possessed Gabby and intentionally conceived Daimon's child."

"You're saying that my demon father and my brother—"

"I know it sounds absurd."

"But for a devil, nothing is off-limits if it serves their purpose."

Solomon grimaced.

Marduk's manipulation was jaw-dropping, but by devil standards, it wasn't even that extreme.

Compared to other atrocities devils had committed, breeding with his own son was hardly the most shocking thing.

Solomon began chanting a spell.

Immediately, every spider in the apartment scattered in terror, fleeing into the night.

Marduk had four manifestations—a spider, a cat, a humanoid, and a frog.

To prevent Marduk from eavesdropping, Solomon wasn't taking any chances—he was purging everything.

"We need to take her with us," Solomon finally said, his voice quiet in the musty air.

"Gabby and her child need strict monitoring. This is no longer a routine check-up."

"What about him?" Ana gestured to Daimon, who was writhing on the floor like a maggot, completely unhinged.

"His only destination is Kamar-Taj's prison," Solomon said.

"I visited it once when I was a kid. Compared to the monsters locked inside, Daimon's condition is mild."

"As long as his body hasn't undergone irreversible mutations, then he can still be saved."

"But I can't restore his mind here. He must go to Kamar-Taj."

"I'll make sure his cell has sunlight."

"You're taking him personally? What about Gabby?"

"I have backup."

Solomon pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Moments later, the sound of heavy, urgent footsteps echoed through the hallways below.

Then came a polite knock on the door.

A squad of Sisterhood warriors—fully equipped with power armor, bolt guns, and chainswords—marched inside, carrying an emergency stretcher.

Faced with the narrow doorframe, the androids didn't even hesitate.

They tore it down manually.

"Master!"

"Take the pregnant woman back to the Immortal City," Solomon ordered, freeing his sleeve from Gabby's desperate grip.

"Follow all monitoring and containment protocols. Special security level: A. Bring protective talismans."

"If anything abnormal happens, notify me immediately. If the situation spirals out of control, you have my permission to eliminate her."

"Understood, Master!"

The squad leader holstered her bolt gun, gently lifting the unconscious Gabby onto the stretcher.

Seeing Gabby being taken away, Daimon fought harder than ever, his struggles overwhelming Ana's hold.

Suddenly—

Sparks ignited in Daimon's eyes.

A nearly invisible flame flickered at the corners of his gaze.

Ana didn't even have time to react.

Before she could decide what to do—

Solomon punched Daimon in the jaw.

A brutal, physical knockout.

"That'll keep him quiet for at least a day," Solomon muttered.

"Maybe half a day."

"His devil's blood made him tougher, so I didn't hit too hard."

"Let him live, okay?" Ana pleaded.

"I can't promise that, Ana."

Solomon sighed.

"But I know Gabby's child is valuable to Marduk."

"I'll keep Gabby and the baby under strict surveillance."

"If I learn anything, you'll be the first to know."

"…Thank you."

Ana embraced her filthy, unconscious brother, closing her eyes.

For just a moment—

She allowed herself to pretend they were a normal family.

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