nextgenerationmarvel | Zemogeist (Open to Avengers)

It had been so long since he had felt the sensation of physical flesh and blood. In fact he had no idea just how long it had been. Time in Mephisto's Hell blurred as one torment seemed to melt into another in an endless cycle of pain and depravity. It came to the point where he could barely remember his own living past. Through all the torment he did remember a few things, his name, that he had been someone of importance, and an undying hatred of Captain America. These facts somehow kept his soul from completely breaking under the pain. It seemed his stubborn refusal to simply be just another broken soul caught Mephisto's attention, and the Hell-Lord had made him a singular offer. In exchange for a new, demonic life upon Earth once more, Zemo had to destroy the Avengers within a years time. If successful, Heinrich would be reborn as a human in the prime of his life. Failure would mean complete annihilation. In the end it was really no choice at all. Heinrich accepted, and using his newfound powers, returned to the Earthly plane. To Zemo's surprise more time had passed than he had imagined, a new group of striplings now made up the Avengers. As much as he desired vengeance on Captain America, he had to fulfill his contract with Mephisto first. That meant that these children had to die. Zemo was no fool and knew arrogance had led to his death and would not underestimate his opponents again.

His transformation into a demon had not just been physical, but also mental. Zemo learned that he now had a much greater affinity for dark magicks. While a man of science in life, Zemo would use any tool he had to to gain what he desired. Converting his body into raw, demonic essence, he moved through the night sky unseen by the humans below until he came to the headquarters of the Avengers. He moved towards it, his essence expanding and bonding with the building, an action completely unnoticeable to those on the street. When finished, all reality within the building was his to manipulate. Time to see just what these modern-day wunderkind could do.

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Wanda Maximoff had been in meditation, preparing for a particularly strenuous spell. She sat in a lotus position four feet off the ground. She took in a breath and let it out slowly. In mid-exhale one of the roses in the courtyard started trilling.

The Scarlet Witch slowly opened her eyes as a squeaky voice screamed a warning about in-salted Nazis attacking the Avengers. She frowned slightly as the spell's vocal transmutation. She wasn't sure who was calling for help, but if the Avengers needed it, Wanda would not ignore it.

She calmly set her feet on the basalt pavers and grabbed the rose. "I'll be right there," she told the two-way communications spell before she strode toward her inner sanctum before a quick jaunt to the Mansion.

No sooner than Mira got her message out that a clawed hand erupted from the floor, grabbing her ankle and attempting to pull her into the abyss.

Mira did her best to try to fight free, kicking with her free foot at the hand grabbing for her, scrambling for anything within reach to use to help.

"DK do something." She aimed the arm with the band on it at the hand as her other one caught an edge on the computer bank. "JAY! BRUCE!"

All DK could do is a weak tazer shot.... So much for alien tech.

The floor shook a little. It usually did when at least a half-ton of muscle was running. "Nanananananananananana, Jay man!"

That was all the intro he gave before trying to cross the communications room to scoop Mira up and away from the abyss.

Bruce wasn't far behind Jay, flying in and bombarding Zemo with more energy blasts.

Mira and Bruce's blasts managed to surprise Zemo enough that Jay was easily able to grab Mira and pull her out of danger. The clawed arm melts back into the floor.

Mira would have had some witty comeback about Jay not quitting his day job to start a band, but was too busy trying to keep from crying out because ow arm.

"I don't know if I got through to anyone." She hoped Jay didn't mind she wasn't going to ask just yet to be put down. "And DK's out of juice."

Manipulating Chaos Magic was not always an easy proposition. Though Wanda was thankful to end up in the gardens of the Avengers Mansion rather than out at the old West Coast Avengers compound. She took a breath and wrinkled her nose at the demonic stench.

She moved off the patch of dirt she appeared on and heading into the mansion. She dragged her fingers along the walls (or what was left of some of them), pushing hexes in front of her to try to congeal the demonic infestation in front of her.

"Do come out and play. I think the children are done dealing with you." It was said more like a summoning incantation than a conversational tone.

"Very well, gypsy whore!"

Two massive clawed hands burst from the floor, along with a grotesquely large demonic face seeming to pull its way free. The arms seemed to erupt in flame as they moved toward Wanda.

The Scarlet Witch snorted derisively. "I have dealt with Chthon most of my life. You are nothing, little man."

She stepped smoothly back and to the left. He fingers plucked magical lines she herself had laid in the mansion all those years ago. A shimmering avatar slid into the space in front of Wanda; it was definitely shaped like a specific American captain.

She loaded the construct with energy from the coldest tundra. When Zemo got close enough or, better yet, struck at it, it would explode out with permafrost shards.

Zemo had not noticed the magic within the walls of the mansion. He cursed silently, he had grown arrogant in his power and underestimated the Avengers defenses. His thoughts were interrupted as he saw the image of his hated enemy. At that moment his rational mind took a backstep to irrational hatred. He snarled, diving toward the image, even as the magic in the walls barred his return. He realized only a second too late of the trap being sprung, ice erupting all around him.

Wanda used those personal magic lines to draw Zemo's energy out of the foundations of the mansion and into the ball of ice and earth he had trapped himself in. She curled her fingers into her palms to condense yet weaken his power.

"I think that's enough, don't you?"

Zemo snarled as the ice rocked him. If he hadn't invested so much of his power in the possession, he would have taken the insolent woman's head off. However, in his current state, that would be unwise. Besides, he still had 364 days left to fulfill his bargain.

"Auf Wiedersehen..for now." Zemo's body lit up in flame before vanishing completely.

Bruce leaned back against the wall.

"Ghosts wrecking the mansion. That's a new one."

"I'll pass on fighting another one okay?" Mira grumbled a moment. "And double without armor. Ow... Totally new respect for ya big guy, but I'll leave the unarmed combat to you okay?" She patted Jay's shoulder lightly. "Mind putting me down lightly? I should start making assessments of the damage shouldn't I? For when the crews come to fix things." She glanced at her wrist band. "And recharge DK, that is if I can find a power outlet that still works, hopefully Luce's still okay." Hey she's a gear head, of course she'd think about the tech before her dislocated shoulder.

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