Solomon in Marvel

Daimon was imprisoned in a sunlit cell at Kamar-Taj's headquarters. 

Solomon believed that the fresh air and sunlight of the snowy mountains would help improve Daimon's mental state. 

And he kept his word. 

Daimon's cell was the best in the entire facility, far removed from the ones that held tentacled monstrosities, separated by multiple layers of magical seals. 

Demonic possession inflicted severe psychological trauma on humans, and there were no effective treatments for it yet—at most, patients could drink calming potions and sleep as much as possible. 

Solomon had even considered getting some sedatives for himself to finally enjoy a perfect night's sleep. 

As for Gabby, the nun who was on the verge of madness, she was transported to the most heavily secured prison in the Immortal City, where she underwent advanced scientific examinations. 

Solomon had prepared facilities for high-risk targets—Gabby's prison cell was of the same security level as Lorelei's, located in the deepest levels of the underground complex. 

After being thoroughly cleansed by the androids, Gabby immediately underwent a series of obstetric examinations that had never been performed on her before, particularly a fetal ultrasound. 

Perhaps Baal had grown dissatisfied with his current children, Daimon and Ana, and had decided to create a new offspring. 

This unborn child was clearly unique. 

Every individual carrying Archdevil blood had only ever reproduced for a single generation on Earth. 

For various reasons, they never had the opportunity to produce more descendants. 

Kamar-Taj had always been adamant—under no circumstances would they allow demonic bloodlines to form a lineage on Earth. 

For example, Danny and his mother were allowed to live with dignity, but he would never be permitted to marry or reproduce. 

There was no room for negotiation. 

Anyone who tried to argue the matter was already dead. 

And now, Daimon—the only tiefling to ever sire a child—had, in a twisted sense, bred with his own father. 

Gabby was merely the vessel. 

Solomon had never expected the First Pillar of the Demon Gods to pull a stunt like this. 

He needed to examine the fetus's skull for any abnormalities. 

Judging human mutations through skull formation was the easiest method, especially for tieflings. 

Most tieflings, upon awakening, would grow horns, or their vestigial tails—which were meant to degenerate during development—would continue to grow. 

Solomon had yet to decide whether to forcibly terminate Gabby's pregnancy or allow the child to be born. 

If he let the Baal-spawn be born, it could serve as a bargaining chip for his future invasion of Hell, much like how he was using Ana. 

For now, everything was uncertain. 

He had to wait for Shuri to complete her examination before making a decision. 

Because if this near-pureblooded devil child fully developed, it might tear through Gabby's womb upon birth. 

Much like the monstrous abominations that devil-worshipping cultists summoned through their rituals. 

Solomon wasn't even sure if the child would have any semblance of reason once it was born. 

A faction of Sisterhood warriors stood guard over Gabby, fully armed, watching her around the clock. 

If the fetus mutated, tearing through its mother to enter the world, the androids wouldn't hesitate— 

They would open fire immediately, followed by flamethrowers and holy water to purge the entire room. 

Shuri was deeply displeased with this arrangement. 

She had no idea what a devil's child even was. 

Nor did she understand why she had to wear a protective talisman while performing her examinations. 

Solomon had no intention of explaining it to her. 

Because Shuri, much like Stark, was obsessively curious. 

And people like them, when paired with technical expertise, could cause disasters on an exponential scale. 

If not for the Wakandan royal family's interference, Shuri might have tried to experiment on the Panther God. 

Which would have inevitably led to a new royal bloodline ruling Wakanda. 

Without Bast's divine power, exposure to Heart-Shaped Herb radiation would have resulted in horrific mutations. 

The glowing substance on the Heart-Shaped Herb was, in reality, high-intensity radiation. 

If someone placed a Geiger counter on it, the device would explode. 

Wakandans had long since cured the radiation sickness caused by prolonged exposure. 

But even with their advanced medicine, directly drinking Heart-Shaped Herb extract was instant death. 

This also meant that the Wakandan royal family had lost its legitimacy. 

Even in a world ruled by gods, Shuri had been barred from all matters related to magic. 

Other than examining Gabby and her unborn child, there was nothing else she could do. 

"You have to—" 

"My decision won't change, Shuri." 

Solomon didn't even look at the Wakandan princess protesting before him. 

He simply waved her off. 

"You have a monomolecular cutting project to work on. Focus on that. 

Upgrade all the Sisterhood's weapons first—that's their primary battle gear." 

"So I've become your research staff now?" 

Shuri's eyes widened, as if she had just heard something unbelievable. 

"You already are," Solomon replied flatly. 

"This was the deal between me and Wakanda. 

All scientific discoveries are shared between the Immortal City and Wakanda. 

No one is getting shortchanged." 

Solomon continued, 

"Also, it's summer in the Southern Hemisphere now. 

The expedition team is about to depart. 

I only provided them with a general mining area—they still need a long time to conduct detailed surveys. 

Your brother wants a more precise location, so I'm sending androids with divination scrolls. 

But only if you fix the transport aircraft's overheating issue." 

"Ugh—" 

Shuri rolled her eyes. 

She had just remembered how insanely busy she was. 

The Immortal City had too many research projects running at once. 

Every scientist was overwhelmed, working overtime daily. 

No one even realized Christmas was approaching—they were far too busy. 

Solomon stood by, watching Shuri stagger away in exhaustion. 

His partnership with Wakanda was far too fragile. 

But he was also a man of his word. 

That meant he couldn't pull any tricks for now. 

He needed to find a solution. 

With Stephanie on vacation, all these problems fell onto him. 

Even minor issues had to be personally handled. 

"Tita!" 

Solomon dragged out the name, calling over the android squad commander, who looked at him quizzically. 

"Tell those girls to stop breaking spaghetti in half when they cook." 

He sighed. 

The Slavic girls in his ranks never cared about keeping pasta intact. 

If Roman chefs saw them do it, they'd call the police. 

The Immortal City's first enemy was not going to be Italian law enforcement. 

"You know my girlfriend is Italian, right?" 

"Breaking spaghetti in half is a crime!" 

"Master, have they made any other mistakes?" 

Tita seriously pulled out a notepad, ready to write everything down. 

Solomon was momentarily speechless. 

He knew Tita's personality— 

This adorable android might actually get yelled at by the other girls for taking this too seriously. 

"Forget it. I don't have to watch them cook anyway." 

"As long as they don't order Hawaiian pizza, I can live with it." 

Solomon waved his hand. 

"Give the girls a break for Christmas." 

"Take them to Rome." 

"Master, but their training isn't finished—" 

"If they run away, we'll just erase their memories and send them back." 

Solomon shrugged. 

"We don't need unwilling recruits." 

"If they don't believe in our cause, they'll just become a liability on the battlefield." 

Tita nodded, secretly resolving to reinforce Solomon's personal worship among the recruits. 

Since Solomon had given her authority over their education, she would not tolerate traitors.

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