Morningstar Of Sin

The next two month went by well, Jessica's training was going faster than expected. Meanwhile, due to all the new women we got, I was able to open a new strip joint in the Upper East Side. While Rose and one other I hadn't talked to decided to be my maids. I gave them apartments on the lower floors to make it easier for them to come anytime. I was also able to change my name so now I'm Lucifer 'Abigor' Creed-Morningstar.

I noticed that rat, also known as Tony's business partner, Obadiah Stane was buying shares from the other members of Tony's board. So I did the same and started buying parts of Tony's company so that Stane wouldn't get too much. I now own 13.2% of Stark industries which makes me 3rd highest owner after Tony's estate and Stane.

Now I don't know what to do, I am wearing only u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r on the couch in my living room snorting a few lines of coke but the elevator just rang. Normally this isn't weird but the maids are doing a shopping spree today and Candy is busy running my new strip joint. I turn around to the elevator to see who it is when it opens.

*Ding* The elevator opens to reveal a young black man with a designer hoodie and nice jeans. The boy looks no older than 21, similar to my age if you only count human years.

"Young man, how can I help you. Although I don't like trespassing I can forgive a sin or two." I say with a small grin.

The young man doesn't respond and just slowly walks towards me. Once he is within 15 feet I can see the whites of his eyes are bloodshot and his pupils are expanded. His hands are shaking violently as he takes slow steps forward.

Sitting back down I say "I think you may want to go to the hospital, you are showing signs of an OD. If you would like I can call my driver and have him take you." while going for another line of coke.

As my head goes down to snort the new line I hear his footsteps rush at me as he yells in a snarled voice. I quickly move out of the way to see him launch past me diving into the couch. I'm about to speak up again until I notice that his hands are embedded into the couch.

He looks over at me as he tears his hands free from the couch breaking the hardwood holding it together. I step back further waiting for his next move but he doesn't move so I take the time to put on my suit. The hellfire covers my body as my all black 3 piece suit appears on me. His blank stare ignores the fact I was just enveloped in fire.

"So boy, what do you want? More drugs? Just so you know they cost money." I look for any change in his face and see none.

Before I can speak again I hear a voice but the boy doesn't move his mouth. "Where is she? Where is my other half?" The voice is deep and rough like a giant speaking.

"Ah, here for a woman I see. Well I'll have you know I haven't had but the same six or so women since I returned from Mexico. So you don't have to worry, she isn't here." I say with a small grin.

"I smell her scent here, WHERE IS SHE!" His voice screams but again doesn't open his mouth.

"Again you'll have to be more specific, I don't know what you mean," I say preparing to stop time if I have to.

"Fate should have already brought us together, but she is missing. She hasn't even awakened her true self yet." His gruff voice sounds hurt.

"The fates? They have been under my thumb since the day I met them. If you are talking about Neith, boy let me tell you she is WILD in bed." I say with a reminiscing smile.

"IT WAS YOU!" He yells as he lunges at me.

Before he gets to me I quickly slow time and watch him slowly float at me wondering what to do. I don't really know what's going on so I don't want to kill an innocent… but he did attack me. As I was contemplating what to do black fog started seeping out of the young man and didn't seem to be affected by my time manipulation.

The fog stretched out and attacked me forcing me to lose concentration on my time slow. The boy dropped to the ground now on the defensive with a black cloak of fog surrounding him. The fog once again lashed at me which I dodge again with ease it seems this young man hasn't used his abilities very much. But the place I dodged from became a piece of rumble, the table now broke.

"Why don't we take this outside, I don't want my house to be broken." He ignores me and lashes at me again.

My eyes flare as wings sprout from my back "Fine, then I will force you out." I become covered in a red aura as the powers of Wrath flow through me. I fly at him and with the force that would normally turn people to paste I hit the wall of fog he was hiding behind. His eyes go wide as if not expecting it and he crashes through the window of my penthouse.

As he begins to fall I fly out and grab his leg, before the black fog has a chance to attack again I hurl him towards central park. He balls up in a cloak of his fog again as he hits the ground making a crater in the center of the great lawn. The people run away with their pets as the crater has someone crawl out of it.

"If you think you are safe behind that curtain you are wrong." My smile grows wicked.

*BAM*

My arms crash into the shroud further pushing him into the crater. I can hear him coughing and panting harder.

*BAM*

Again he sinks deeper into the solid stone beneath the dirt. I look closely at his cloak and see it thinning. My smile gets even wider.

*BAM*

The cloak dissipates mid-swing and half the force strikes the boy's c.h.e.s.t. Seeing that the boy fell unconscious from the strike I grab him by the neck and lift him in the air. As I begin squeezing to crush his throat the black fog starts rolling up my arm.

"F.u.c.k.i.n.g hell," I say as I try and stop it from rolling up my arm. I see the boy smiling with a mouth of broken teeth as fog beings to envelop him as well. Seeing as I can't get it off I just let it consume me, I can feel that the fog isn't really capable of doing real harm. Although I can feel it trying to invade my mind there is no way I would let such a thing happen.

Once the fog fully consumes me I look around and see nothing but pitch black. But I can tell. I'm no longer in New York, I'm in a marble of reality, a small dimension to be more general.