Strange and the Scarlet Witch returned to the infernal cavern. Mephisto writhed in pain on his carven throne. Moments before, he had been relishing his growing power and the dark energy that was flooding into him from the corrupted mortals in Earth. But then, he had felt a sensation like an ice cold dagger piercing his very soul. Some presence or force that was the exact opposite of his evil corrupting power – something totally pure and good - was working against him, and he sensed it was close to the centre of his dominion on Earth – the Baxter Building.
With an effort of will, he sent a psychic message to his most powerful servant. “Susan Storm! Somewhere close to you is a source of immense and powerful goodness. I feel its presence like a blade in my heart! Find it and destroy it, immediately!”
In the Baxter Building, Sue was poised with a dagger in hand, about to cut the throat of the terrified young co-ed who was held suspended from the ceiling by barbed vines, when suddenly the voice of her demon lord bellowed in her mind. Dropping the dagger and casting about her with her demon senses, she immediately knew that the nun her minions had brought to their lair had to be the source of this intrusion. Perhaps there was more to this simple ‘bride of Christ’ than they knew.
“The nun, my Lord,” thought Sue to her master. “We had planned to turn her. One so pure would surely be an incredible asset to you once her soul is twisted to darkness and perversion.”
The Hell Lord mused on this.
“Very well, use the full force of your seduction powers on her. But if you fail, destroy her. She cannot be permitted to interfere with my plans.”
“As you will it, my Lord.” Turning her back to the torrid scene in the penthouse, Sue swept out of the room.
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After sucking off the pair of corrupt cops, Sue/Christy once more set out into the streets. She was pondering her options and trying to decide where the best place to seek help, when a sudden impulse told her to head for the . She knew that was probably the source of the evil forces that had put her in this predicament, but some power almost seemed to be calling out to her from her former home. With a shrug, she set off in that direction.
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Meanwhile, in the warehouse base near the docks, Doom and Namor listened while Hellstrom outlined his plan, with the corrupted MJ stood nearby.
“Once a succubus has been created by the former Susan Storm, they in turn seduce and corrupt others. When they do, the spiritual force they drain from their victims is channelled through Susan and then to Mephisto. I believe we can use this connection to attack the Hell Lord, and possibly to stop him before his conquest is complete.”
He beckoned to MJ and the sultry red-head slinked forward.
“We can use this harlot, but one or both of you will have to volunteer. As she works her ‘charms’ on you and makes the mystic connection with her whore mistress, I will use my arts to hijack that connection and give the Hell Lord a nasty surprise.”
Doom looked over at Namor who returned his proud glare. Both men were proud and haughty, and neither was eager to involve himself voluntarily in such a base performance/ GHellstrom smirked as he watched the two arrogant men and their stalemate. “Might I suggest that you both offer your services? I’m sure the spell will work more effectively if this slut is sending a double dose of energy towards her hellish mistress and master.”
“Very well!”, barked Doom. “What do you ask of us?”
“Just give yourself to the moment. MJ will be doing most of the work. My dear? Please ‘entertain’ our guests.” So saying, he beckoned to the sultry red-head, who smiled seductively and walked slowly and sensually towards the Atlantean and Latverian lords...