HBWnovel Chapter 344: The Final Problem
Chapter 344: The Final Problem
Chapter 344: The Final Problem
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Chapter 343: The Final Problem
16th May 2013, Middle of Space
(Peter Quill POV)
Morrigan nodded, "He did. He killed countless mothers to take away their children. I imagine he could be quite charming when he wanted to be."
"HE KILLED MY MOM!!" Peter yelled.
Suddenly, Peter felt as if something was unlocked. The entire spacecraft was starting to shake, like it was resonating with his anger. Gamora fell down in shock, and even Hela looked nervously at him. Morrigan though, looked unconcerned, like she expected this to happen. He didn't care, too consumed by his burning rage. It was bottled deep down, trying to escape. He almost let it all go, destroying everything around him in his rage, until the Morrigan just snapped her fingers.
There was noise everywhere, but the snap was somehow deafening. The room then righted itself, the spacecraft stopped shaking, and Peter himself felt breathless for a second, and fell down to the floor.
The woman raised an eyebrow, "Are you done?"
"Who the fuck are you?" Peter gasped out.
"I'm the Morrigan, the last daughter of Atlantis. I am the last defense to the oncoming storm, the end of everything. The multiverse will soon be swallowed in darkness, Peter Quill, and I need your help to stop it."
When she finished her monologue, Peter just stared at her, flabbergasted by what she just said, "I don't understand."
The woman smirked and answered, "I didn't expect you to"
"What are you, really?" Peter asked.
"I am like you, or at least the closest thing there is to you that exists in this universe. I am a half-Celestial, or at least, a pseudo-Celestial. The difference is that you are biologically stable, while I am slowly ascending to becoming a full one, but I am hoping that it will be a long way away." The terrifying woman answered.
"Why is that?"
The woman shrugged, "Being a Celestial is more than just having cosmic powers to manipulate reality. They have a different way of perceiving the world, one that happens on a very high level. In a way, things start to feel small, lives start to feel like acceptable costs, and you realize how meaningless things really are. This detachment from reality is something that I wish to avoid at all costs. One day, I will lose my humanity, my mortality, and become a cold ruthless being. It is inevitable, and yet, it is a future that I fight."
Peter shivered at the cold tone in which it was delivered. He had always centered himself around the idea of bonds and caring. A life as a cold rational being that is always calculating the best outcome is something that he would dread as well.
Wait a minute? What did she just say, "Thanos wants to wipe out half the life in the universe?"
That was an insane goal. Why would anyone ever want to do that? He looked at Gamora, hoping for her to deny it, only she looked down in shame.
"I am not sure of his history," Morrigan explained, "But I theorize that he appears to have some sort of cosmic sense. He's not wrong about the fact that the universe was withering. It was an issue with Asgardians that I solved. The expansion of the universe wasn't functioning properly, and with this issue, life stagnated. This has been an issue for millions of years, but it was resolved, and the parties involved banished. I think that Thanos realized that something was wrong, and found that killing half the population was a good way for life to flourish once more. Unfortunately, the change will only be noticeable in a few thousand years, and Thanos is dead set on achieving his life goal. And Entropy whispering in his ear isn't helping matters."
"Father was right?" Gamora muttered.
"Oh, he wasn't that wrong, just misguided. Don't get me wrong, he is an arrogant, and cruel warlord regardless of what his intentions are. He is utterly obsessed with the foolishness that he calls his life's purpose, and he will never give it up even if he was given any evidence. Tell me Gamora, if I told him what I just told you, do you think that he would stop?"
The green-skinned woman's answer was almost immediate, "No, he would not."
The Morrigan nodded, "And so, your team will help Terra's defenders fight Thanos' invasion, while you and I, and the rest of our team will fight Entropy."
"And who's on that team of ours?" Peter questioned.
The woman hesitated before answering, "Loki of Asgard, God of Stories and the Avatar of Dreams, Jean Grey, the Avatar of the Phoenix Force, me, the Morrigan, former avatar of Death and pseudo-Celestial, and you."
"Just the four of us?" Peter protested.
"Yes, but each one of us has enough power to wipe out planets. But you're right, there were others, but things haven't been going well. There was Odin, the All-Father, but he was injured recently. His heir is strong but he doesn't have the proper control and understanding of his powers to be in a fight of that scale. There's also my former wife, Selene, although I imprisoned her not so long ago when she betrayed me."
The woman looked saddened when she spoke of her wife, so Peter chose not to insult her, "What about Hela? Why isn't she on the team?"
Hela snorted, "Boy, I am powerful, but fighting an Endless is something that is even beyond me. I am sorry."
The Morrigan nodded, "You need a certain amount of raw power to survive in a fight like that. Hela will be on the team that fights Thanos and his armies. There are other contenders like my daughters, Nimue, Stephen Strange, and Thor. But they just don't have the power or they would need a lot more experience to survive more than a few seconds in the fight. The last fight I had with Entropy, we almost destroyed a planet, although we each had an infinity stone on our side. I was not kidding when I said that you are powerful, and that I needed you."
Peter still felt hesitant, "I'm still not sure."
"Look, Quill, I don't know much about your mother, so I'm not going to give you some speech about what she would have wanted. But what I am going to tell you is that there are times in your life when you're given a choice between doing what is right and what is easy. Neither are really wrong choices, and I will not judge you, but the question is, can you live with yourself if you condemn everyone you ever knew, everyone you could ever know, to death because of that choice?"
Peter looked at the green-eyed woman, then at Gamora, and he knew what choice he had to make.
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