Sorcerer in the Marvel Universe

Gray sky.

Gray air.

Gray earth.

That was the entirety of Evenson’s first impression after using the black stone to travel to the world on the other side.

Gray was the only color that seemed to exist here.

The land stretched endlessly in every direction, utterly silent and almost completely devoid of life.

Evenson looked up.

The constellations were unfamiliar, and a layer of haze blurred the distant stars. They still gave the barren world enough warmth to make the climate reasonably habitable for humans.

The air, however, was another matter.

It was absolutely atrocious.

Without his Fel-infused breathing technique, Evenson suspected that spending an hour standing here with his mouth open would be enough to fill his lungs with half the periodic table.

Yet despite the miserable surroundings, Evenson rode his felsteed across the endless wasteland with a grin on his face, letting the horse run wherever it pleased.

He looked like a man who had just inherited an entire kingdom and had decided to celebrate by galloping through it.

The reason wasn’t that he’d suddenly developed an inexplicable urge to run wild across empty terrain.

It was much simpler.

Evenson was in an exceptionally good mood.

He had just received an absurdly valuable gift.

People often said poverty limited a person’s imagination.

Evenson understood that perfectly.

Give Tony Stark and Evenson the keys to the same enormous mansion, and Tony would immediately start thinking about the natural lighting, architectural design, and how many laboratories he could fit inside.

Evenson would look at the place and wonder how much the annual property taxes were going to hurt.

But today, Evenson had discovered something even more dangerous than poverty.

Ignorance.

Ignorance could cripple your imagination before you even realized you were missing anything.

After more than an hour of riding through the wasteland, Evenson finally pulled back on the reins.

The felsteed slowed to a stop.

"That stone has been sitting in the Malick family’s possession for thousands of years, and those idiots never discovered what it actually was."

He shook his head.

"Unbelievable."

The black stone wasn’t merely some ancient relic.

It was a portal connecting Earth to another world.

The Malick family had spent generations treating it as a means of bringing back a master they’d never even seen.

Evenson saw something very different.

To him, the portal wasn’t a doorway.

It was an entire world.

That had been the greatest prize he’d intended to extract from Malick from the very beginning.

Of course, that plan had depended on the other side not containing a tauren with a spear.

Or twenty-five people standing around waiting to divide the loot.

Evenson looked toward the horizon.

"An extinct civilization."

Far in the distance, he could make out the remains of ruined cities.

It seemed the planet’s original inhabitants had been wiped out by Hydra’s Inhuman leader, Hive.

"Perfect."

He closed his eyes and reached out with his senses.

Life still existed here.

Barely.

"Life is almost gone..."

The planet’s ecosystem had been devastated, but it wasn’t completely dead.

A small number of organisms were still struggling to survive.

How long they could continue was another question entirely.

Then Evenson felt something strange.

He turned toward a distant point on the horizon.

One life-sign stood out from everything else around it.

It didn’t belong.

Evenson’s expression shifted slightly.

"Human."

The presence was unmistakably human.

Perhaps a survivor who had once been sacrificed to Hive by Hydra.

Evenson tilted his head.

"Later."

He had more important things to do first.

He reached into his bag and pulled out two rune-covered devices shaped like elongated cones.

He planted them firmly in the ground.

As he began chanting, the two beacons responded with a faint glow.

"That should be enough to begin the summoning."

He prepared to speak the final incantation.

"Don’t."

A woman’s voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Whatever you do, don’t activate that spell."

Another voice followed.

"And please, for the love of the Nether, never summon us with beacons of that quality again."

Evenson’s entire body froze.

He turned around.

The Eredar Twins stood behind him with their arms crossed.

Evenson stared at them.

Then he looked at the two beacons.

Then back at the twins.

His spell wasn’t even finished.

How had they gotten here already?

The answer was simple.

He had been planning to summon the Eredar Twins because the prize he’d just acquired was far too large for one person to handle alone.

What he hadn’t realized was that the twins had been watching him from the moment he left.

The moment Evenson departed for Malick’s estate, Clea had contacted the twins.

According to her report, Evenson was probably up to something again.

Possibly something involving other women.

Therefore, the two professionals had been encouraged to keep a close eye on him and administer whatever corrective measures became necessary.

The Eredar Twins had immediately recognized Clea’s little scheme.

They hadn’t let it show, of course.

But they had still decided that keeping Evenson under constant surveillance was the safest option.

They were both high-ranking warlocks who had spent tens of thousands of years at Kil’jaeden’s side.

With Evenson unaware that anyone was watching, there was practically no chance he’d notice their surveillance.

And the first part of that surveillance had been... unpleasant.

Evenson eating an unreasonable amount of food wasn’t a problem.

Evenson having a pleasant conversation with the woman named Stephanie, however, was another matter.

He’d greeted her by kissing the back of her hand.

Then he’d spent the entire meal making her laugh.

And whenever he spoke, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to have developed independent lives of their own.

What exactly was he trying to accomplish?

Aureseus had been furious enough to repeatedly yank at her own horns.

For a moment, she had seriously considered dropping Rain of Fire directly on his head.

Fortunately, Salorathis, as usual, had remained calm enough to stop her.

There was no need for something that extreme.

They could simply place a curse on Evenson that would render him incapable of entertaining any romantic interest in women other than the two of them.

That would solve the problem much more efficiently.

Fortunately for Evenson, whatever luck he’d inherited from his European ancestry finally decided to show up for once.

Before the twins could put their plan into action, Evenson began discussing business with Malick.

That immediately eased their concerns.

So he really was working.

After that, there wasn’t much left to worry about.

Evenson had proceeded to talk Malick in circles, use the portal to reach this world, spend more than an hour racing across the wasteland, and finally set up the beacons to summon the twins.

The moment they saw those beacons, however, the Eredar Twins didn’t bother waiting for the summoning.

They came themselves.

They remembered the last time Evenson had used his homemade beacons.

He had tried to summon them from the United States to Britain.

The distance between the two countries wasn’t exactly cosmic.

And yet traveling through one of those cheap things had been more difficult than teleporting from Argus to Azeroth.

They had no intention of suffering through that again.

"We suddenly realized you weren’t on Earth anymore," Salorathis said with a pleasant smile before Evenson could even ask. "Naturally, we were worried."

She gestured toward the mark on his arm.

"So we used your mark to establish a direct teleportation point."

Warmth spread through Evenson’s chest.

They really did care about him.

His emotions surged, and before his brain had time to catch up, he enthusiastically blurted out:

"Come on. Take a look at the gift I’ve brought you."

"A gift?"

Aureseus smiled.

"What gift?"

She had already guessed what Evenson meant, but she decided not to ruin the surprise.

"This world."

Evenson swept one arm grandly across the desolate landscape.

He stood there like an emperor surveying his newly conquered realm.

"Everything you can see belongs to me!"

Silence.

Then the two women looked around at the gray wasteland.

Evenson looked around too.

It was still gray.

Still dead.

Still utterly miserable.

But none of that mattered.

He had a world.

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