Sorcerer in the Marvel Universe

The Eredar Twins accepted Evenson’s proposal with startling enthusiasm.

Sacrolash even poured him a fresh glass of liquor herself and pressed it into his hand.

The gesture practically said it all.

Go forth, hero. Clear every obstacle standing between the Burning Legion and this delightful little planet. We’ll stay here and wait for your good news.

Evenson accepted the drink on reflex.

For one dangerous moment, he nearly replied, Mission accepted. You can count on me.

...

Wait.

That wasn’t how this negotiation was supposed to end.

He’d spent the last half hour persuading them to lend a hand.

How had the entire job somehow become his responsibility?

"So..." Evenson asked carefully, eyeing the twins’ smug expressions. "Am I correct in assuming you have absolutely no intention of getting involved yourselves?"

"Correct," Sacrolash said without hesitation.

"Exactly," Aurecess agreed. "Besides, isn’t staying out of it the greatest favor we could possibly do for this world?"

She wasn’t wrong.

When the topic was saving a planet, demons generally improved the situation simply by choosing not to participate.

Expecting demons to become the world’s saviors was like asking a fire elemental to put out a house fire.

"Maybe." Evenson smiled faintly. "But I assumed two demons, especially two who understand warlocks better than anyone, would appreciate a simple truth."

He spread his hands.

"Nothing worth having comes without a price."

"If we want to hand this planet over to the Legion one day..."

"...or simply preserve the life we’re enjoying now..."

"...then all of us have to invest something."

Sacrolash pointed toward the crowded dance floor beyond the glass.

"What about them?"

"Why not let them do the work?"

Evenson glanced at the revelers below before answering.

"They aren’t qualified."

When catastrophe threatened the world, everyone wanted to stand up and fight.

That didn’t mean everyone could.

When Azeroth formed armies to oppose the Burning Legion, nobody expected kobolds to stand shoulder to shoulder with the greatest champions.

Some battles simply demanded more than ordinary people could offer.

"They aren’t," Aurecess admitted as she rose and slowly circled him. "But eventually..."

"...someone qualified always appears."

Evenson frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"We told you not to mistake us for amateurs," Sacrolash said. "We’ve watched civilizations rise and fall for longer than your species has existed."

"Natural disasters."

"Civil wars."

"Invasions."

"Every world faces something."

"And every time..."

"...someone rises."

"Sometimes one hero."

"Sometimes many."

"They lead their people through the crisis."

Aurecess snapped her fingers.

"Like that man from a few days ago."

"The one dressed like a lobster."

"What was his name?"

Sacrolash thought for a moment.

"...Tony."

She nodded confidently.

"Tony... Heap-of-Stark."

Evenson pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It’s Tony Stark."

Even when making a serious point, the twins somehow managed to butcher the example.

Still...

They weren’t wrong.

The disasters Evenson had listed sounded apocalyptic, but many weren’t immediate.

Climate change.

Food shortages.

Population pressure.

Those were problems measured in generations, not months.

Humanity had time to adapt.

By the time such threats truly became existential, mankind might already have colonies on Mars.

As for extremists and would-be conquerors, they certainly existed.

But modern civilization wasn’t so fragile that every fanatic with a manifesto could plunge the world into ruin.

Evenson had deliberately exaggerated the danger during negotiations.

The twins had noticed.

"So..." he continued, refusing to give up, "all those worlds you’ve seen..."

"How did they end?"

"Most survived their crises," Aurecess answered.

"I’m asking about their final fate."

Silence lingered for a heartbeat.

Then Sacrolash answered honestly.

"The Legion destroyed them."

Evenson smiled.

"So eventually those heroes failed to stop the invaders from beyond."

He leaned forward.

"This world faces the same problem."

Sacrolash’s expression sharpened.

"Are these outside forces as powerful as the Legion?"

"Not even close."

"Then what difference does it make?"

"It makes none."

Evenson shrugged.

"If someone murders you with a dagger instead of a dragon, you’re still dead."

"The Legion doesn’t have to be the one that destroys Earth."

"If anyone else succeeds first..."

"...there won’t be a world left for the Legion to conquer."

The twins exchanged another glance.

This time, the humor vanished from their faces.

"Tell us your plan."

For all their jokes and indulgence, they genuinely valued Earth.

Not because of the nightclub.

Not because of the entertainment.

After tens of thousands of years, novelty always faded.

What mattered was something far more practical.

Earth was hidden.

The Burning Legion hadn’t discovered it.

It hadn’t been corrupted.

As far as they knew, only they and one obscure warlock could establish contact between Earth and the Legion.

That made this planet something priceless.

A sanctuary.

If Earth fell, they would have nowhere left to hide.

Finding another untouched world with another warlock capable of summoning them was little more than wishful thinking.

Otherwise they’d have to cross the Twisting Nether again.

And that meant passing straight through Legion-controlled territory.

Neither sister had any interest in taking that risk.

"We’ll make one thing clear first," the twins said in turn.

"We will not fight for this world."

"And we certainly won’t sacrifice ourselves."

Combat meant injury.

Injury meant death.

If they had been eager to risk either, they never would have hidden themselves on Earth in the first place.

"Fight?" Evenson laughed.

"Of course not."

"I told you already."

"You’re going to like this."

"And personally, I hate fighting."

"My philosophy has always been simple."

"If someone else can do the fighting..."

"...I’d rather let them."

The twins stared.

Now they were genuinely confused.

A warlock preferring to stay behind his demons made perfect sense.

But a warlock who didn’t even want his demons to fight?

That was bizarre.

During their years serving the Council of the Black Harvest, warlocks had practically competed to see who could throw them into the bloodiest battles first.

"So what exactly do you need us to do?" they asked.

Evenson smiled.

"I need you..."

He let the suspense linger just long enough.

"...to lie."

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