Defenders Of Midgard, #TheDefendersOfMidgard , An MCU Fan Fiction, Chapter 26: A Blood Feud Of Avalon With A Grudge From Camelot
By Ozymandias The Mad
Chapter 26: A Blood Feud Of Avalon With A Grudge From Camelot
The Killer's Breed Or The Demon's Seed! The Glamour, The Fortune, The Pain!
Go To War Again, Blood Is Freedom's Stain! Don't You Pray For My Soul Anymore!
( 2 Minutes to Midnight, Iron Maiden )
After Queen Morgana’s necromancer metamorphosis, with her crown of dark green thorns, covered in a ring of glowing blue fox fire, glowing lime green skin, and glowing blue eyes and bejeweled forehead, her son Leopold Fits just stands and stares at her glowing aura and crown, and her thorny rose vine dress. The rest of those gathered in the Cosmic Forum of the Defender’s of Midgard Rally Club remain stunned and numb at the steady stream of revelations. Even Robbie ‘Ghost Rider’ Reyes’ skull has ceased to be engulfed in the low burn of hell fire, provoked by the presence of the Darkhold. But Robbie continues to stare at it hanging from the Moth Man’s shoulders.
Dr. Spectrum:
Mum?… When did this happen?… For how long?…
Queen Morgana:
It was a very long time ago… long before either you or your father were even born… Back when I was still quite young and still queen of Avalon… Much younger than you are now sonny… Nothing but a glorified teenager with a crown… It was after my brother Arthur and I were tricked and betrayed by Merlin…
Madame Web:
Tricked and betrayed?… by Merlin?…
Queen Morgana:
I became queen at a very young age… Our parents Uther and Igraine had been a royal pairing that solidified an alliance between the wolfkin of Midgard and the fay of Avalon… Uther Pendragon had unified by force the vast majority of wolfkin on Midgard who had any knowledge of being so… Together with human allies he carved out a stable dominion out of what would eventually become England… The Roman Empire had gone and left Christianity behind in its wake to some extent… But all was chaos and darkness… The wolfkin helped provide the necessary enforcers to keep the peace… And Uther gained a throne of Midgard and a bride of Avalon in exchange for protecting the realm… defending the faith… and upholding God’s law…
Madame Web:
That sounds somewhat like the story of Camelot…
Queen Morgana:
But the Black Queen Selene had other plans for the wolfkin in general… and vehemently opposed Avalon in general for other reasons… So… she conspired and arranged the downfall and destruction of our parents… Uther and Igraine… under the guise of Lady Gallio at the time… They were betrayed and slaughtered by many of their own family… rendering future England back into total fratricidal bloodshed and chaos… I had already been put in place as queen of Avalon by my mother Igraine… with Merlin as my regent… But Arthur had to go into hiding in England for many years before anyone could even dream of Camelot… That was when we were tricked and betrayed by Merlin… to produce an heir… just in case…
Dr. Spectrum:
Mordred?… Just in case?…
Queen Morgana:
Ai laddie… It didn’t take much neither… We had been separated for so long… we didn’t even recognize each other by then… A minor enchantment and a little wine was all that it took… We trusted Merlin… and he used that against us…
Madame Web:
Why would you do that?… Why would anyone do that?…
Dr. Merlin Simmons:
It may not be a pleasant reality to consider in modern times… But in ancient times… the considerations of legitimacy in claims to the throne more often than not trumped all qualms about incest or inbreeding… Even more so in the more ancient times of Egypt… and Sumer in ancient Mesopotamia… Mordred was the heir of last resort that I felt was needed to reestablish order and stability in future England… just in case I failed with Arthur… Which I eventually did… because of Mordred… Tragic irony… thy name is Prince Mordred… Which not coincidentally… is also the name of my guilt… or one of them…
Queen Morgana:
And then I let you take him from me… because the great wizard Merlin knew best… But that wasn’t the real reason… I trusted you like you were my father… I was effectively raised by you more than my own real parents… My regent… My Uncle Merlin… That’s what I used to call you… before your betrayal…
Another one of Hogan’s four chosen lieutenants chimes in from underneath his helmet.
Bad Lieutenant:
His betrayal mother?… You’re one to talk… What of your betrayal in giving me up to him?… Admit it!… You were scared and weak!… But then you made yourself stronger… Necromancy is the least of your transgressions… as a mother…
Queen Morgana:
Mordred?…
Prince Mordred:
In the profane flesh!… And enjoying the show immensely!…
Blue Angel Darcy:
That voice… That’s the voice of the creep that raised me…
Dr. Angela Simmons:
A master of deception and disguise as always… Eh?… Mordred?…
Prince Mordred:
Prince Mordred… Please… Don’t presume to demote me in front of King Odin when you know better… Please allow me to introduce myself properly… in such esteemed company…
The bad lieutenant stands up and removes his helmet as he makes his way down to center stage near King Odin and his mother Queen Morgana, leaving the two remaining chosen lieutenants of Hogan the Grim to watch on stone faced in their helmets. Hogan’s wife Rayna is noticeably shocked upon seeing the face of Prince Mordred, and rushes to cover her mouth with her hands to stop herself from saying anything. Rayna’s husband Hogan notices her distress, as do the Wolf King, Garret, and Deathlok, old associates of Rayna. Everyone else remains stunned into silence as Prince Mordred slowly makes his way down to center stage at the bottom of the stairs only for Deathlok to stand in his way at the bottom.
Deathlok:
That’s close enough… your majesty… You can properly introduce yourself from right there…
Wolf King:
Hogan?… That’s two of four chosen lieutenants… Do we have to have a long talk about security?… Shield style?… Agent Hogan?…
Hogan the Grim:
Rayna vouched for Garret… by name… and by vision… But I was sworn to secrecy… and to not interfere with prophecy… This one was always questionable to me… But he was a good fighter… He’s saved my own life a number of times… I asked Rayna about him… But she said that she had no insight to give… But he was a good fighter… So… I kept him close to keep an eye on him… but not close enough clearly…
Wolf King:
Rayna?…
King Odin:
Please do not press poor Rayna for spoilers Wolf King… It was I who swore her to secrecy… for a vision that we had in common… for a vision that simply must be… So… by all means… let him through… Let us hear from Prince Mordred… Let us have our proper introductions… if Prince Mordred can do so honestly for a change…
Deathlok steps out of Mordred’s way and allows him to present himself to familiar faces, some of whom recognize him in return, besides Darcy and Queen Morgana.
Iron Man:
Let me guess… Professor Miles Warren I presume?… according to the mug shot in your Shield file… Shield’s been looking for you… as have I…
Prince Mordred:
For the sake of poor Spider Man?… Or have you finally figured out who’s really responsible for all this enchantment?… I can’t claim sole credit… But I am a member in long standing of the organization responsible… not to mention a major backer…
Iron Man:
AIM… Advanced Idea Mechanics… I saw your name on the roster before with them… When I went looking into Spider Man’s background it popped up again… as mad scientists go… you like to get around… Don’t ya?… Was AIM involved with Spider Man too?…
Prince Mordred:
I assure you… I am no loyal sycophant for anyone… I am no one’s loyal and dutiful servant… I use… what is of use… including AIM… and including Dr. Conners and young Peter Parker…
Iron Man:
Who?…
Prince Mordred:
Do not insult me by playing dumb!… Professor Miles Warren might as well be a glorified pseudonym of mine for academic purposes… But I assure you my credentials are quite well earned… and then some… I am Prince Mordred… son of King Arthur of Camelot… and Queen Morgana of Avalon… and tutored by none other than the great wizard Merlin… as well as his first mistress… the Black Queen Selene…
Madame Web:
What?!?… Is that?!?… The Black Queen Selene?… was my father’s?… mistress?…
Dr. Merlin Simmons:
I was born her slave… in Attilan… the ancient alien city of the Inhumans… which the world knows by the legend of Atlantis… But I assure you it is quite real… or at least it was…
Dr. Spectrum:
I remember when you came for an advanced applied mathematics lecture at Shield’s Science and Technology Academy… Did you know about me back then?… me and Jemma?… I remember how keen you were to chat us up… I remember getting the feeling of being recruited… Don’t you Jemma?…
Madame Web:
As a matter a fact I do… Were you planning to abduct me too?… like you did to my sister?…
Prince Mordred:
I just wanted to meet you two… to compare and contrast… like a kind of twin study… but more personal… to compare you and your sister… as well as myself with my little brother… You two made such a cute couple… even then… oblivious… but cute… AIM certainly would have been interested… if they hadn’t already been exposed…
Excalibur ignites in white flames as Darcy points it at Prince Mordred’s head.
Blue Angel Darcy:
Why?… Why did you kidnap me?…
Prince Mordred:
I did no such thing… You appeared before me in the center of my home in a flash of light… Your powers were clearly sealed… but not so that I couldn’t tell… Upon further investigation I realized that your soul was that of my late father Arthur… the king of Camelot… But you still don’t remember me… Do you?… You must have blocked it out… on account of my having killed you before… Eh?… Father?…
Blue Angel Darcy:
Don’t call me that!… even if it is true!… Why wouldn’t you tell me?… What kind of game were you playing with me?…
Prince Mordred:
No game… I just found you interesting… Our old family struggle is long over and done with… How many times can you kill the same soul before it gets old?… And for the record I was only hiding myself… And Merlin taught me very well… You were effectively hiding yourself with me… intuitively… But I couldn’t tell you why… or even exactly how given that your powers were sealed… Perhaps you could tell me… Maybe it might come to you if you properly and fully unsealed your powers… With the seal of the music box broken fully and properly… not only might you remember better how and why you came to me… you might even be able to restore your sister to proper living condition… if anything can… What say you… Uncle Merlin?…
Blue Angel Darcy:
Is it true?… dad?… If you're playing more mind games with me… I’ll run you through…
Dr. Merlin Simmons:
It could be true… Ther is simply no telling… nor trusting… But we simply have to try… Although we never anticipated vampirism…
Dr. Angela Simmons:
Enough talk… Talk is Mordred’s favorite game as always…
Angela holds the music box in one hand, and holds her other hand on top of it, laying it flat over the lid of the music box as it starts to glow slightly. Then a rapid barrage of multicolored flashing and strobing lights floods the room. Angela rips open the box and everything goes dark save for arcs of lightening that escape from the music box and connect to Dr. Simmons, AD May, and Lilith, before cutting off as the music box plays Silent Night. Simultaneously, as other members of AIM continue to observe their experiment from outside of the Psycho Fandango, the vampire Revanche, sired by May, is also struck by lightning out of nowhere as part of the same process.
Then the normal lights slowly grow back to normal levels as both Darcy and Dr. Simmons are revealed to have been altered. Darcy appears as if a perfectly normal human woman, wingless, with normal skin color and only her normally colored pair of eyes in her head, as opposed a glowing yellow set of three. She still holds Excalibur in her hand with her unaltered son Michael in her other arm.
Dr. Simmons appears passed out face down on the floor with two large shiny black feathered wings protruding out of her back after having ripped their way through Dr. Simmons white lab coat. Dr. Simmons hair is also transformed to shiny black. Her FSB spider golem Agent Romanov still rests upon her shoulder as her winged pixie daughter flies down to land on her head to try and wake her up. Dr. Spectrum rushes to kneel down next to her to check on her.
Dr. Spectrum:
Jemma!…
Blue Angel Darcy:
Jemma!… She’s got wings!… But I turned normal… Did Jemma take my powers mom?…
Dr. Angela Simmons:
No… Try changing back… You’re supposed to be able to go incognito when necessary… in order to observe and bare witness anonymously…
Darcy closes her eyes and tries to remember how it felt to have wings before, as if to manifest their return. Then Darcy’s skin turns blue, white wings spring from her back, and her third eye reappears with all three glowing yellow.
Blue Angel Darcy:
Awesome… I got far too used to being blue… I don’t think my own child would recognize me without the blue…
Cherub Michael Selvig:
Blue Mommy!…
Blue Angel Darcy:
That’s right Magic Micky… Jemma?…
Agent Romanov:
Madame Web’s heart and vital signs are all normal or superior to normal condition… Healthy or optimal functioning has been restored to all biological systems… Cause unknown…
Madame Web:
Unknown to science perhaps… so far… Oh… Wow… This is going to take some getting used to…
Dr. Jemma Simmons begins to get up off the floor and reveals her hands to be covered with red skin. As she lifts up her head, she reveals her face to be covered in red skin likewise, but with a matte black oval jewel aligned vertically and embedded in the center of her forehead.
Dr. Spectrum:
Jemma?…
Madame Web:
Am I Jemma?… I don’t feel like Jemma… I feel like… everything… I feel alive again… But I feel… everything… every life… It’s like a web of life… interconnected…
Madame Web stands up fully and stares down at her own red hands, marveling at her own red skin as she spreads her shiny black wings.
AD Melinda May:
Believe it or not… so do I… feel alive that is… I can feel my heartbeat again…
As Coulson turns towards May, he sees a translucent red oval jewel aligned vertically and embedded in the middle of her forehead. Coulson points to his own forehead as he makes his remarks back to May.
AD Phil Coulson:
Looks like you’ve been marked for life too… It’s pretty…
May feels at the jewel in her forehead and grimaces as she realizes that she may be alive but she’s in for a ride. Elsewhere, Lilith feels at her forehead to verify the presence of an identical jewel to May’s in her own forehead as she smiles.

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