Magik: Infernal Bond

by jeiSon_309

Summary:

A MARVEL AU.
🔥NSFW. Slow-burn. Character-driven.

Illyana Rasputin—Magik, Queen of Limbo—has spent years untouchable. Unreachable. Unmoved.

Then a mortal man walks through her wards like they were mist.

Suha, a struggling artist from Korea, isn’t part of her world.
But somehow… he shakes it.

Infernal Bond is a sensual, emotional, soulbond AU built on magic, trauma, and intimacy—
with plenty of SMUTty detours along the way from chapter 6.

Chapter 1: The Bookstore

Summary:

Illyana never meant to let anyone in. But when a struggling artist walks through the wards of her forgotten bookstore, something inside her — and Limbo — starts to shift.

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT:
Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16]
[Chapter 22]
[Chapter 35]

The bell above the door gave a soft chime as Suha stepped into the bookstore.

Suha was a webcomic artist.
It’s kind of a dying art these days—especially in a world already full of people shooting webs, wielding spells, or moving things with their minds.
But he was still rolling his punch.

The place didn’t look like it belonged in Manhattan—more like a forgotten pocket dimension between dreams and decay.

'Wonder this is one of those weird places run by Doctor Strange.' he thought, but no.

The Sanctum was all the way over on 6th Avenue.
This place wasn’t even on a main street.

Rows of wooden shelves stretched toward the back, some leaning slightly like weary sentinels.
Books spilled from their boundaries, piled on the floor, stacked on crates, jammed into gaps.

He walked deeper in.

 

No One in the House

There was nobody at the counter. Just a small, handwritten sign:

Back in 5 minutes.

Suha didn’t mind. He preferred being left alone anyway.

He wandered between the aisles, fingertips grazing titles he couldn’t quite read.
Some were in Latin. Others, in alphabets he suspected didn’t exist.

He found a slim volume bound in black leather, tucked between two oversized theology books.
The title wasn’t printed, but the moment he touched it, it felt strangely familiar.

'Nice.' he muttered, not knowing exactly why.

He looked around—still no one.
He cleared his throat, waited a few seconds, then sighed.

“Guess I should find the human in charge.”

That’s when he heard it.

A soft click.
And then—a door in the back creaked open on its own.

He froze.

The sight tugged at something vague in his memory,
like a door he'd seen once, maybe in a dream.

'Wouldn't it be amazing if that's the case?'

No sign saying Do Not Enter or anything. And the mystic curiosity outweighed rational caution.

The Forbidden Room

The moment he stepped through, it felt like crossing into a different temperature.
The air was denser. Heavy. Charged, like static before a storm.

The back room wasn’t really a room.
It was more like a ritual chamber disguised as organized chaos:
shelves of glowing objects, a wall lined with daggers and masks, and at the center, a glass case filled with rings, talismans,
and something that looked disturbingly like a shrunken heart in formaldehyde.

Instead of freaking out, Suha tilted his head like an intrigued cat.

“...Okay, this is kinda sick.”

He crouched to examine a circular sigil drawn beneath the display table, when—

“That’s not for you.”

The voice—a sharp Russian accent—was sudden, close.

He turned, startled but not panicked.
She was there— Illyana Rasputin, aka Magik —leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.
Her presence was quiet, but absolute.

Pale blonde hair. Expression unreadable. Her gaze locked onto him like a loaded weapon.

“How did you get in here?”

Suha blinked.
Looked down at the sigil. Looked back up.

“Oh... Do I have to pay for this room separately?”

A pause.
Illyana’s brow twitched. Just barely.

“That wasn’t a door. That was a warded barrier.
You’re not supposed to be able to cross it unless you’re... invited .”

Suha, ever unbothered, tilted his head.

“Is that like a membership thing, or...?”

She stared at him. Hard.

Then—just for a second —her lips curled upward. Not a smile.
Something sharper.

"You’re not from around here, are you?"

"Manhattan?" he asked, blinking.

A ghost of a smirk.

"I meant this side of the veil."

His stomach tensed.

"What?"

She stepped past him, picking up the book he had touched.

"This store isn’t for everyone. It finds who it wants."

She looked at him, subtly bewildered.

"So... who are you?"

“Oh, my name’s Suha. From Korea—I think you asked earlier—staying here on a freelance visa.
I’m a webtoon artist, actually. Do you know webtoon? It’s a Korea-originated webcomic format—wait,"

His eyes narrowed as his index finger rose cautiously.

“You’re the X-Men! The... Magik, with K, right? I think I’m right.”

Illyana, who usually would have felt minor irritation at this kind of recognition, instead felt—somehow— seen .

“Man, I look up a lot about you super folks, job requirements, but this is the first time meeting someone in the flesh!
You... are awesome! Can you—do you sign your products?”

He held out the book with an ever-anticipating grin.

Illyana, caught off guard by her own emotional state, replied quietly:

“Leave.”

The word was low. Controlled. But an unintended threat clung to it—born from a kind of vulnerability she hadn’t felt in years.

Suha blinked. Then quickly registered the change in atmosphere.

“Oh—yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to… overstep or anything.”

He glanced down at the book still in his hands.

“I guess I’ll just—uh... I can pay at the front, or...”

“Just leave. Now.”

There was something off in her voice.
Not anger— disruption. Like something inside her cracked.

Suha, sensing he’d crossed a line he couldn’t name, raised his hands slightly and backed out.

It was only after he turned and hurried out—
that she realized just how stunned she was.

"What the fuck...?
He wasn't supposed to get in..!"

Still, her skin prickled—
like it wanted him.

And she hated how much she understood that.

 

---

Whether it was intentional or not, he wasn’t sure.
But even after he’d left the store, nearly reaching his apartment,

the book remained in his hands.

Whether it was intentional or not, he wasn’t sure.

 

At least, that’s what he told himself.

Notes:

Justifications.. Justifications...
Oh, well, we've all been there, right?
...right?

Thank you for the read!
Any feedback is welcome:)
🗓️ Next Update:06/02/25 Chapter 2 and 3 will be released next week! Stay tuned.

Chapter 2: The Book

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16] :)

The Return

The next day, the bell chimed again.

She didn’t even look up right away.

But her body knew—
Before her mind could even named him.

Skin. Nerves. That stupid heartbeat.

"You again."

Suha walked up to the counter, a little sheepish, but otherwise unbothered.

"I, uh… didn’t get to pay for the book yesterday.
Figured you might've cursed me for shoplifting or whatnot."

She stared at him. That same unreadable expression.
But her fingers curled slightly against the edge of the counter— the tiniest flinch.

"You weren’t cursed."

"Oh. Cool. I mean… good to know."

Silence.

Suha cleared his throat. "So, uh, do I check out now...?"

Illyana gave him a look that could only be described as: What is this man even trying to do?

"Yeah. $378. Cash only."

"Wha— For a book that was just sitting on an open shelf?"

"Take it or leave it."

Illyana held out her hand—expecting a book, money, or...
maybe something else?

"O... okay... I only have a few hundreds in cash."

Suha pulled out a couple of hundred-dollar bills and offered them to her.

"That will do."

Her hand remained still but subtly commanding. Suha hesitated,
then dropped the money into her palm.
She immediately slipped them into the cash drawer.

Silence again.

Suha looked around awkwardly. "Uh... can I get any change?"

"We don’t keep cash on site. Sorry."

"What? But then why—"

"Do you want the book or not?"

Her poker face had begun to show cracks—just a hint of something more underneath.

Suha scratched the back of his neck and muttered, "That’s... actually a good question at this point."

And silence.

 

The Question

"Well... speaking of questions—" Suha cleared his throat, again.

"Would you maybe want to grab a coffee sometime?"

There it was.

Illyana’s brow lifted a few millimeters. The question hung between them like an uninvited spirit.

"You're asking me out?"

"I mean, yeah. Unless this is one of those cursed bookstores where asking someone out binds your soul to a chair for eternity or whatnot."

He gave a slight smile. "Then—no. I’m just a very polite Korean man."

Still no smile from her. But something in her expression shifted again. A flicker of calculation.

'Why didn’t the wards reject him?
Why did he touch the sigil without triggering the trap?
Why... 
do I remember his presence like residue?'

This wasn’t just curiosity. It was a threat assessment.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

"Fine."

"Wait—seriously?"

"One hour. One location. I pick. No compromise."

Suha raised both hands. "That’s already more rules than I’ve ever had on a first date.
I accept."

Notes:

Threat assessment, indeed.
How did you guys like Suha's pick up line?(If there was any)

Thank you for the read!
Anyone else curious what a mutant sorceress superhero/Limbo queen talks about on a first date?
Please continue to Chapter 3, released today as well :)

Chapter 3: The Date

Summary:

It's a date!

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16] :)

The Tea

The space is dimly lit in purplish hues, filled with red flowers and ancient patterns.
A strange stillness hangs in the air, along with the subtle scent of tea.

Illyana wore a black high-neck knit top with silver-trimmed cuffs.
Even while seated, her back was straight, and her gaze remained alert.

Illyana sat at the corner table before Suha arrived. She didn’t look nervous. She was, but she didn’t show.

She looked up like she hadn’t been waiting.

“You're late.”
"Uh.. Sorry. First trip." He didn't lie.

Her gaze lowered slowly as he took his seat—
analyzing his clothes, his steps, the way he observes his surroundings.

“Don’t look around too much. Everything here is exactly as strange as it looks.”

She’s already ordered two cups of tea. One pale mint, one blood red.
She slid the red one toward him.

“That one’s safe. Probably.”
Yet she paused,
“Unless you're allergic to hibiscus, dried roses, or... old magic.”
"Uh, nope. Just cucumbers. Thanks."
He tried to lighten the mood—which was worth a try.

Though her gaze remained sharp and composed,
for just a moment, she watched him with a flicker of curiosity.

“So. Start talking. You’re the one who asked for this.”

Suha, with an ever-nervous face, tried to start a conversation.
“O..kay. Thanks for the tea. Next is on me. I mean—if there are gonna be any of course.”

“You’re assuming there’ll be a second one.”
Illyana’s lips twitched—just barely, but unmistakably.
“Bold.”

Suha didn't pull back, “And you.. don't say no—yet. That’s a win, I suppose.”

“Mm. Delusional optimism. Charming.”
She twired the teacup with one finger, eyes steady on him.
“Go on. I’m listening.”

 “I take that as a compliment.” Suha took a sip of the tea naturally,
but flinched at the taste—so unfamiliar.
“Umm. Not bad. Very.. new. Thanks again.”

Illyana’s brow twitched slightly at his reaction.

“It’s brewed with dried wolf apple and one leaf from a tree that doesn’t grow in this world anymore.”
“The taste lingers. You’ll remember this.. ‘date’ for a while.”

Suha never missed the chance. “So this is a date? Your words!”

Illyana chuckled, eyes half-lidded.
Although her face hadn't changed much, a strange little gap opened—just wide enough to let wordplay slip through.

“One hour. One location. I said that, remember?”

She lowered her eyes, then met his again. Her gaze softens—less guarded than before.

“So you’d better pace yourself.
You’ve only got fifty minutes left.”

“You.. are actually timing?”

“Always.”
She showed him a faint magical sigil, flickering to life across her bare wrist.

“Some of us don’t have the luxury of wasting time.”

“Not sure that’s the best way of being present.” Suha shares his thoughts.

Illyana went into a loud silence. Her facial expression didn't really change.
But she realized that the notion of “being in the moment” was unfamiliar to her.

“…Maybe not.”

She put her wrist down, and had her gaze meet Suha's.

“But maybe you’re the first person to say that to me… without dying immediately after.”

“That is the closest thing I heard from you to flirting. I am thrilled.” Suha, a little too excited, takes another sip of the tea without thinking—then flinched again.

 “Jesus. Mmm. New. Yes, it is.”

Seeing him flinching again, for the first time,
Her lips twitched—just slightly,
but unmistakably.

“It doesn’t taste the same to everyone.
Depends on who’s drinking.”

Before he can even respond, she extends her hand slightly across the table

“Let me see it. Your hand.”

 

A Romance Fantasy

Her facial expression was still calm.
But for the first time, it’s not observation—she was asking for contact.

“Oh, sure. Don’t mind if it trembles, you know.” Suha carefully presented his hand.

 Illyana took his hand. Once their fingers touched each other's, a faint current ran across her fingertips.
She didn't hide it—because it was so unfamiliar that she couldn't even try to hide.

“It’s not trembling.”
She slowly turns his hand over, as if reading not just the skin and warmth—but the flow of something unseen beneath.

“It’s resonating.”

After a pause, She finished in a voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s worse.”

“Wow! ...what does that mean?” Stuck between intimidation and arousal, Suha did his best to follow.

Without releasing his hand, Illyana lifted her gaze slowly, back to Suha's eyes.
For the first time, it’s the least calculated expression she had worn—neither wary nor probing. Closer to bewilderment.

“…It means you’re not just harmless curiosity anymore.
It means something in you answers something in me.”

And she finished quietly.

“And I don’t like that.”

Yet Suha smirked, “Sounds like a typical romance fantasy story, no?”

Illyana pressed her lips together at that, tilting her head slowly to one side. She no longer tried to erase the emotion
—she let it settle,
let it steep quietly in her mouth.

“You think this is a story?
You haven’t seen what happens when things stop following the script.”

Then, as if speaking to herself more than to him,

“…Romance fantasies don’t end in blood and ash.”

“..Is that what you saw?”
This time, Suha didn’t banter away. He had seen it now—the flicker of something broken in her eyes.

She didn’t answer right away. She saw no humor in his gaze—only a disarming honesty that breached her defenses.

Illyana didn’t avert her eyes. She stared past him for a moment, speaking low and slow.

“…I didn’t just see it.”
“I burned in it. I built walls from the ashes.”
Then she looked at him again, and adds,

“And you… you walked through them like they were smoke.”

It was not Suha stepping in that she’s afraid of anymore. It was the structure inside her that’s starting to collapse.

“Is that a bad thing..?” Suha asked.

Illyana exhaled. His words were quiet—but they cut too deep.

She closed her eyes slowly. When they open again, what fills them isn’t fear, or anger. It’s the exhaustion that is so close to sorrow.

“…It’s a dangerous thing.”
“Because if it’s not bad…”

She glanced briefly at his mouth. When she spoke again, it was with the weight of a confession.

“...then I might want it to happen again.”

Suha fell silent, giving her time to process what just surfaced.

“I am really sorry whatever you had gone through. I don’t know much yet, but I intend to.”
He tightened his hold on her hand—the one she hadn’t realized she was still holding.

Illyana neither lowered her head nor turned it. She just looked down at their hands—that hand she never noticed she hadn’t let go.

When she finally spoke, her voice was soft—collapsed, almost.

“…You shouldn’t want to know.
It’s not poetic.
It’s not... kind. ”

Though she still doesn’t let go,

“…But you’re already in farther than you should be.”

She almost released his hand… but doesn’t.

 

That Eyes

The conversation flew, and before long, an hour had passed.

“You don’t do this often, huh?" Suha asked with the smile, "Not a Tinder user?”

Illyana exhaled through her nose in a small, amused scoff.
The question didn’t push her away
—instead, it allowed her to return to the safety of her usual distance.

“Please.” She lifted her eyebrow subtly.
“Tinder’s for people who want to be seen.
I’ve spent most of my life trying not to be.”

She leaned back a little, more at ease now.

“Besides, what would I even put in a bio?
‘Enjoys solitude, obscure languages, long walks through demonic realm?’”

“Ooo I would super swipe THAT.” Suha responded, might actually meant it. 

Illyana slowly turned her head toward him.
And for the first time in this entire conversation—

she laughed.

A real laugh. Short, clear, and impossible to hide.

“Of course you would.”

Even after the smile faded, a soft trace lingered on her lips.
She spun the teacup lightly between her fingers.

“Maybe that’s why you got through the door.
Or maybe I’m already making mistakes.”

But this time, there was no regret in her voice.

Softly, the music changed.
The tea salon’s red lighting remained unchanged,
but a hush settled over the room—as if time itself had thickened.
Illyana slowly lifted her wrist.
Above the bare skin, a faint magical sigil began to shimmer into view.

“…That’s time.”

She sets the cup down and adjusts her posture. But her gaze—still hadn’t left Suha.

“You asked for one hour. I gave it.”

And just before she rose, she said one last thing—quietly.

“You don’t need to walk me back.
But if you ever do this again…

…Don’t show up with that same look in your eyes.”

She didn’t say what kind of expression he’s wearing—
because she already knew exactly what his eyes just did to her.

Notes:

Why don't we share our worst first-date experiences to beat this one?
I hope you enjoyed the first week of my first AO3 series(pun intended).
Any feedback is welcome:)

🗓️ Next Update:06/05/25
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Chapter 4: The Damn Book

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16] :)

Not Her Thing

Illyana couldn’t focus.

She sat at her front desk in the bookstore,
hands resting idly on the keys of her laptop,
a cup of cooling coffee forgotten beside her.

She’d meant to work—inventory, pricing, anything—
but instead, her thoughts drifted.
Again.

Suha Cho.

She let out a long, annoyed exhale through her nose and leaned back.

"This is ridiculous," she muttered.
"I don't do this."

This—whatever this was—had no place in her life.

Romantic fluttering?

Soft-focus memories of awkwardly shared desserts and hand brushes across a tea table?

Her?

No.

She'd survived Limbo.
She had blood on her hands.
She had slain demons
—including the Demon King who kidnapped her to Limbo when she was only a child,
'raised',
tortured throughout her childhood,
and left her haunted for the rest of her life,
even after she killed him herself and claimed the throne of Limbo.

And yet.

The memory of their first date resurfaced again.

The way Suha had looked at her, a little unsure but utterly open.
The way he’d laughed
—not forced,
not performative,
but like he actually enjoyed her company.

Oh,
and that stupid reaction every time he took a sip of the stupid tea.

The kind of thing she hadn’t let herself want in a long time.

"Ugh,"

she groaned, slamming the laptop shut.

 

Breaking the Block

Meanwhile, in his apartment, Suha was losing his mind.

Another blank page.
Another hour wasted staring at the screen, the cursor blinking like a silent dare.
He wanted to scream.
Or throw something.
Or crawl under his bed and disappear.

Instead,
he stood up, shuffled around his room like a ghost,
and stopped when something caught his eye.

The book.

The one from Illyana’s store.

He hadn’t touched it since bringing it home,
but now it stood out on his shelf like a glowing sign.

“…Whatever,” he muttered, and pulled it out.

He flopped onto his bed, flipped the book open at random, and blinked.

The page was covered in what looked like Latin. Maybe.

There was a weird little chant in bold.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Can’t hurt to try,” he muttered,

out of some kind of hope. Maybe.

He read the words aloud.

There was a crackle of static.
Then a low thump.
And then…

skittering.

He sat up.

“…What the hell was that?”

Something darted across the floor.
Fast. Small.
Not a rat. Too many legs.

The lights flickered.

The thing—whatever it was—cackled.

“OH COME ON—”

The next five minutes were chaos.

The collectibles smashed, the posters caught fire,
and something—someTHING—had just chewed through the corner of his $2,000 drawing tablet.

 

𖤐

 

Illyana was still sitting at the front desk of her store, 
elbow on the counter, cheek in her palm,
staring blankly at the darkened screen of her laptop.
The cursor blinked in silent mockery,
and the lukewarm coffee beside her had long gone cold.

Her mind was far, far away—
still entangled in the memory of Suha’s laugh and the way he’d looked at her that night—
when the shrill ring of her phone broke through the haze.

She jumped slightly, blinking herself back into reality.
She checked the screen.

And she froze.

Yet she hesitated for only half a second, then sighed and picked up.

"Hello."

 

A Surge

Illyana portaled out in front of Suha's apartment building.
She rushed in and took the elevator.
In the moving elevator, she seemed fairly upset about Suha's absurdity—or safety concerns.

The latter, she's doing her best to deny.

"Stupid... human...
Maybe Magneto was right.
They are dumb, and they make me—"

Then she paused for a second,
and with a grunt, she turned to the mirror in the elevator and quickly checked her look.

"Fuck it. Mutants are dumb too.
Professor X was right all along."

As soon as the elevator's door opened with a ding, she immediately tried to look for apartment 903.
But it soon turned out to be much easier just to follow the screaming and loud noises.

Illyana ran to apartment 903 and knocked on the door.

"It's open!" Suha shouted inside.

Illyana quickly pushed the door open and slammed it shut behind her in order to contain whatever Suha summoned.

Suha was confronting the couch in his destroyed living room, as if it were an enemy's undefeatable fortress,
with the Catholic cross thingy in his one hand,
and a heavy pan in his other hand.

"Hey! Thank you for coming!
I really didn't know who else to call—I mean,
hope your store offer After Service as well?

He definitely seemed all over the place, and barely could give attention to Illyana,
yet the joy of seeing her again on his face was undeniable.

Illyana narrowed her eyes. "It doesn't."

At that moment, the tiny demon zipped out from behind the couch with a screech.
"It's going to your side!!"
Suha pointed the cross at the demon—or maybe just used it as a shield—and shouted.

"Oh, for the name of Mother Russia—"
Illyana summoned her armor onto her left arm and lunged.

She slammed her armored fist down—but the demon had already darted away,
and it was the poor apartment floor that took the hit instead.

"Oh my god! I rent this place! The landlord is gonna kill me!" Suha cried.
"I'm gonna kill you first if you don't help me catch that pest of yours!!!" Illyana growled at Suha, and it worked like a charm.

“What do we do?” Suha asked, his voice small and obedient.

"..Did it hurt you?" She barely glanced at Suha as she asked, trying her best to mask the real intention of the question.
"No.. All injuries are made by myself."
"So it doesn't attack first, good."
"My workstation disagrees on that."
"Shut up. It is scared. He keeps hiding. We corner it, then I open the portal to dump it."
"Are you sure it doesn't attack people first? Maybe it's just because of this?" Suha raised his cross.
"Okay, you go left, I go right. Now!" Illyana just quickly decided to ignore what he said and dashed.
"Oh, Jesus!" Suha also dashed in his direction.
"He's busy! Do it yourself!"

Suha swung his frying pan and Illyana popped some Limbo magic,
driving the tiny demon into the corner of the kitchen.

Now, seeing the whole look of it, Suha feels bad that the demon was trembling.

"Awww... hey, maybe you were right. They were just scare—"

Without allowing Suha to finish his sentence, Illyana opened a Limbo portal beneath the poor demon and let it fall through with a squeak—
which didn't even last too long before Illyana shut the portal.

And Silence.

Illyana wiped sweat from her temple. “Idiot,” she breathed.

Suha exhaled. “Yeah… Too intense for a second date, huh?”

Illyana crossed her arms.
"How could a sane person's first idea
be to summon a demon
into a god damn studio apartment?!"

Suha tried to defend.
“I-I-I didn’t know it would work! I was at my creativity block! I needed anything!
It was just—a book!” 

“It’s my book. From my store.”

Their voices rose with each exchange.

“Exactly! Shouldn’t you, I don’t know, not sell demonic summoning manuals to random people?!”

“You read a summoning out loud like it was a BuzzFeed quiz!”

Then,

their eyes locked.

Something surged.

 

So they kissed.

Notes:

Guess they Made up. Or out. Whatever.
Anyone can beat this first-kiss context?

 

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Chapter 5: The Damn Kiss

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16] :)

Hard

Fierce. Clumsy. Urgent.

Like a match struck too close to dry paper, like lightning over dry hills—sudden, wild, and hungry to burn.
Suha clutched her jacket, Illyana's mouth crushed against his. They stumbled against the wall. Her hands tangled in his hair; his gripped her waist. Teeth clashed. Tongues met. Saliva mixed.

—Then she shoved him away.

Hard.

He blinked, breathless. “Illyana—?”

“I’m taking the book.”
She snatched it from the floor, turned on her heel, and stormed out.

He stood there, stunned.
His apartment was still a disaster.

“…What the hell just happened?”

 

A Line is Crossed

Illyana didn’t stop walking until the cold air sobered her lungs.

She gripped the book tighter, as if the leather cover could anchor her mind. As if the sting on her lips would fade if she just kept moving.

She hated that kiss.

No. She hated that she didn’t hate it.

It was stupid. Unplanned. Messy.

Just like him.

And yet—

Her fingers touched her lips again. Not in longing, but disbelief. As though they belonged to someone else for those brief seconds.

She’d crossed a line she drew herself.

Let him in too far.

Let herself feel too much.

And the worst part?

A small, dangerous part of her… wanted to do it again.

 

And Alone in the Room..

Illyana arrived back at her store. After entering, she didn't stop for a second.

As she was passed the counter, she dropped the book onto it without looking and kept walking straight into the back room.

She took her jacket off, and the attempt to hang it on the standing rack was an epic fail—which she couldn't care less.

She collapsed into the rocking chair at the corner of the room. After rocking herself mindlessly, a realization struck her:
She came to this room to have some break, to get him out of her system, only to walk into the very room where she met him for the first time.

Everything stocked in this dark chamber started to remind her of him—especially that damn sigil he was trying to touch when she caught him. 

As much as she tried not to, she couldn't help locking her eyes on it, and reliving the moment. The flashback eventually led to another, and to another, and to—

'The damn kiss.'

Back then, she couldn't tell what the hell was going on. But now, she could feel everything all over again.

He clutched her jacket, her mouth crushed against his. They stumbled against the wall. Her hands tangled in his hair; his gripped her waist. Teeth clashed. Tongues met. Saliva mixed—

—And the heavy, unmistakable pressure of his manhood against her belly.

' Fuck, what am I thinking. '

But she could feel it. She could feel the dampness in her underwear, 

and she hated that she didn't hate it.

'I better get him out of my system. Then it will be alright.' she told herself, denying deep in her heart that it is not the actual reason for doing what she's going to do.

Her hand drifted to her inner thigh, and, cursing herself under her breath, she pressed two fingers on herself over her leather pants.

"Hnngh.."

She hoped it would be enough, and it wouldn't at the same time.

And it didn’t.

The kiss replayed in loops behind her eyes, not just the heat of it but the way his breath had hitched—how his fingers curled as if grounding himself in her.

“This is just to get him out of my system,” She slowly started to unzip the pants, giving her fingers easier access beneath her last garment.

And there she went.

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Chapter 6: The Stud

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Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16] :)

Just to Get Him out

As her fingers touched her clitoris, Illyana let her head fall back against the chair, the back of her skull pressing into the wood. Her jaw clenched.

"It's just to get him out... just to get him out.." she muttered, half a plea, half a curse.

As if repetition could make it true.
As if wanting him would stop burning if she could just burn it all at once.

She didn't know if it would work.
Or maybe,
she didn't want it to work.

Anyways, it was the only spell she knew that felt honest.

Her breath quickened. Two fingers circled softly, then with increasing pressure. She hissed through her teeth.

“Fuck…”

Each stroke dragged memories back into her—his hand on her waist, his mouth against hers, the weight of his body pressing, hesitating, then surrendering into her. The way he’d gripped her like she was the last real thing in the world.

Entering herself with her fingers, Illyana bit her lower lip hard. Her thighs tensed. Her stomach drew taut.

She knew exactly when it was coming—like a spell cresting, an inevitable burst.

She gasped, back arching against the chair. Underwear got completely soaked. Her hips rocked once, then again, chasing the peak she could no longer hold back.

“Ohh—hnn…!”

Her fingers trembled. Her walls clenched the fingers. Her breath paused. Her vision blinked white for a moment, and then—

She let her hand fall limply to her side, eyes fluttering shut.

But the ache in her chest didn’t fade. If anything, it was worse.

"…Didn’t help," she whispered.

Her nerves were still twitching.
And the evidence of her un-reached love was dripping on the floorboard,

quietly.

 

A Not So Pleasant Customer

Days passed, Illyana was at her store.

Yet, the book never found its way back to the shelf. Somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to put it away. It remained tucked beneath the counter where it had landed that day—untouched by others, but never far from her reach. Every so often, her fingers would drift toward it, grazing the worn cover as if to confirm it was still there.

And the doorbell gave its chime. Illyana looked up immediately, as if she was anticipating a certain someone that she's working so hard on denying. Yet she owed the pleasure to another guest.

Someone more familiar, someone more poised.

"That did not seem like you. Expecting Someone?"

Just like that, Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, marched in with the ever-piercing gaze, with the smile that somehow manages to reach the eyes. 

"Not you, I must say." Hiding her subtle frustration, Illyana greeted her old friend with her usual charm.

"It is good to see you, too, Illyana. How have you been?" Wanda asked, without losing any of her charm.

"Same. No customers. Many super villains. Limbo's behaving. Just another Thursday." Illyana grumbled.

"Just another fine day, huh?" Wanda responded while she was gracefully walking around between the shelves, checking some books as if she were really interested in any of them.

Illyana's eye narrows, "But your visit implies otherwise." 

"It's around the time... so I wanted to check on you." Wanda didn't go around. Once Illyana poked, she revealed the purpose of her visit.

"Did Strange send you? You still drink tea with that master of mystic nosiness?

"No, I'm not sent by anyone. But yes, I drink tea with him and he mentioned you. You should come sometime."

"Hard pass. You two talking about astral theology literally comatose me. If I ever want a good knock-out, I would rather go out and fetch a stud to do the job for me."

Wanda chuckled, "So you are seeing any.. stud? Or still messing around?"

"No."

It was an immediate response. A little too immediate to go unnoticed for an old friend who is also happens to be a witch, sort of.

A Different kind of smile replaced the witch's face. "No, you don't mess around.. or No, you are seeing a stud?" The book in her hand shut as she found something certainly more interesting to mind. 

"No as in go mind your own fucking tea party." Illyana countered strongly, but her gaze faltered, the shifting of her eyes betraying her unease.

"Well, sometimes, giving a stud a shot might serve you, while putting poking around random studs aside for a minute?"

"I'm not taking any relationship advice from someone whose first AND last relationship was with a humanoid." Illyana got defensive, "And I'm the one getting poked, technically, in case you forgot."

For the first time since Wanda entered the store this afternoon, her face got a little tense—which was enough for Illyana to feel her own guilty triumph.

"I'm not apologizing." Illyana widened her eyes and threw her hands up.

"Well," Wanda approached the counter, resting a hand on it—hinting she already had noticed Illyana couldn't stop fidgeting with the book—"I do hope I get to meet your stud someday."

Illyana rolled her eyes, "Fuck you, witch. Just go already. And tell Dr. Teaparty I'm gonna be holed up in Limbo for a while, so he's got nothing to worry."

"Take care, Illyana." With a smile ever-unbothered, the Scarlet Witch disappeared into the golden afternoon sunlight, outside the dim store.

"..It was nice to see you... nuisance." Illyana murmured, almost wistfully, as she watched her friend’s brief visit come to an end.

Then it was so natural that her gaze dropped to the book. With a palm on her cheek, Illyana stared at the book with eyes certainly filled with so many thoughts.

"Fuck me."

Just like that, Illyana entered the back room and didn't come out for a minute

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Maybe I should add "Tsundere" tag. Would you like that?

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Chapter 7: The Child

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[Chapter 9]
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[Chapter 13]
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[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16] :)

Like burnt stone

Illyana stepped through the back alley door, blood still drying in the seams of her armor.

But by the time she reached the threshold of the back room,
both the armor and the Soul Sword had dissolved into glimmers of magic,
leaving only her sweat-slick skin beneath a worn, tattered undershirt.

She barely made it to the rocking chair before collapsing into it,
the weight of the last few hours crashing down all at once.

The old wood creaked beneath her, as if even the furniture knew better than to ask questions.

Her eyes flicked open sometime later—
And landed.

On the sigil.

The one Suha had almost touched.

It was still there—quiet, humming.
A faint violet flicker pulsed deep beneath its layered etchings.

Illyana stared.

Too long.

"...Fuck me."

As she tried to shift her posture for whatever she was considering to do,
something buzzed at the edge of her palm.

She looked down.

And her breath caught.

Her hand—no longer entirely hers.

The skin had grayed and cracked like burnt stone.

Her lips parted. A strangled gasp escaped.

"No no no no," she whispered. "This is too early...!"

 

To File a Complaint

Suha tapped listlessly at his demon-chewed tablet.

The apartment was fine now—mostly.
The lamps were replaced.
The floor was covered with some blanket,
And the wall art was a little crooked,
but whatever.

The problem wasn’t the mess.

It was the silence that came after.

Every now and then, his thoughts drifted.

To her.

To the sound of her boots. To the flash of her eyes when she turned.

And to that moment.

Suha, ever a talented visual thinker, could replay it in vivid detail—

—but it only worsened his thirst.

Her hands tangled in his hair; his gripped her waist. Teeth clashed. Tongues met. Saliva mixed.

Then—she shoved him away.

Hard.

“Jesus.”

Suha leaned back and let his head fall over the edge of the chair, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

It had definitely been something he wanted since the second he met her.

But not like that.

‘She’s literally pushing me away…’

And under any normal—like no superpower or demon summoning involved—dating context, giving someone space would be the ideal move.

But, even under a normal dating context, the urge to act often wins.

Especially this time.

“Wait a minute,” he muttered, sitting upright. “I never got my refund.”

That damn book had cost four hundred dollars.
And now his place was half-ruined thanks to the total lack of instructions that were supposedly included with the product.

No apology.

No compensation—kind of.

Time to file a complaint.

He grabbed his coat.

 

Too early

Back in the back room, Illyana clutched her hands.

They were shifting—rapidly.

Flesh curling into scaled, armored claws.

Fingers extending. A faint stench of sulfur rising in the air.

'What’s happening? I should’ve had a few more days…!'

Something must have affected her—but figuring that out wasn’t the priority.

“Fuck it. Gotta get to Limbo…!”

Then the pain intensified.

Excruciating.

She screamed—raw, from the base of her throat. The sound of muscles unraveling.

She tried to raise a portal—etching a circle into the floor with trembling force—but before she could stabilize it,

her body surrendered to the agony.

She collapsed onto her knees, as if she were begging with a last prayer to whomever.

The portal sputtered.

And vanished.

Then—

The scream.

A sound not meant for this world.
A creature unshackled.

Her body convulsed, cracked, tore open from within.

 

The Darkchyld was unleashed.

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Definitely not a normal dating context.

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Chapter 8: The Form

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[Chapter 9]
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[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16] :)

That would be perfect

“So, uh... I’m here to get my refund? You know, for the book you took back?”

On his way to Illyana’s store, Suha rehearsed the conversation, out loud.

“Oh, my house? It’s alright. I handled things... you know?
Man-things. Fixing, lifting, moving, piping—nope, no pipe joke. Too soon.”

His heart was already beating a little faster than normal, and it wasn’t entirely because he was walking unnecessarily fast.

“Although... I’d appreciate some kind of compensation for the damage it caused.
A dinner, you said? That would be perfect.
Do you like Indian?”

Suha finally reached the store. He took a deep breath before pushing the door open.

'Why am I so nervous? It’s just another date...
with an X-Man who’s also the queen of Limbo.
Yup, definitely not nerve-wracking.'

The bell chimed—once when he opened the door and again when he shut it politely behind him.

Just like his first visit: empty, dim, eerie—in a good way, he meant.

But Suha definitely felt something was off.

“Hello? Illyana? I’m just here to get my—”

Then, from the back room—a strange resonance.

The vibration of magic like bending metal, and within it—

a muffled scream.

A different kind of adrenaline kicked in.
He stepped in without thinking.

The room was dark.
Spell circles writhed on every wall.
The air was thick with the scent of burning iron, and the chill of blood.

And in the center— she stood.

Illyana.

But not her.

Her skin was cracked like scales.
Her eyes shimmered with formless metallic light.
Her skull burst with horns.

She was trying to resist the pain— but pain itself had taken her shape.

Suha froze.

He was afraid. No— his instincts were screaming at him.

Then she turned.

She had heard his breath.

Their eyes met.

And—she screamed.

“GET OUT!!”

Her voice was a howl. The entire space trembled.

“YOU—YOU CAN’T SEE ME LIKE THIS!”

Suha flinched. He took a step back, but he didn’t look away.

After the last kiss, lllyana never wanted to see him again—
No.
Actually, she really, really wanted to. 

 

But, please. Not like this.

 

She tried to turn her head again, but bit her lip and stayed still.
Her body trembled, and the tremor rippled across the room.

Yet— Suha stepped forward.

Slowly.

One more step.

“…Illyana.”

She heard it. But she didn’t react. Or rather— she felt she’d shatter if she did.

He came closer.
She couldn’t raise her head, and shook violently.

Then Suha—

reached out, and touched one side of that monstrous face.

"...It's you."

The moment his hand met her skin—

that spot began to return.

The scales faded.
Color softened.
Her original skin began to emerge.

Illyana held her breath.

That part of her body— where his hand rested— was no longer in pain.

She slowly lifted her head.

Darkness still lingered in her eyes, but the collapsing storm inside had paused.

And then—

she pulled him into an embrace.

Their lips met.

This time, they held each other.

Beyond destruction, fear, and self-loathing—

they reached for each other as the only ones left willing to hold on.

Notes:

Oh, get a room.

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Chapter 9: The Union

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[Chapter 15]
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The kiss didn’t last long.

But it wasn’t the end.

 

---

 

As their lips parted, their breaths remained tangled.

Illyana gasped softly in his arms, realizing her hand was still clutching the back of his neck.

She hadn’t let go.

Her form hadn’t fully settled back yet, but Suha didn’t care.
He gently wrapped his arms around her waist.

He said nothing,
just looked into her eyes with all the comfort and love he could ever give.

Illyana hesitated. Her lips parted. Perhaps she meant to say,

"Wait."

But nothing left her mouth.

Instead—

she pressed her hips forward.
Her breasts touched his chest.
Her breath mingled with his.
Her center reached his.

Suha lowered themselves gently to the floor, his hand sliding beneath her thigh.

“Is this okay?”

Illyana nodded.
What she couldn’t voice, she expressed by embracing him with her legs tight.

 

---

 

The entry wasn’t sudden.

It was slow—measured.

Her inner walls gradually welcomed him, her breath breaking into short, trembling bursts.

“Ah…”

Her own sound startled her.

For so long, she hadn’t believed her body could take someone’s love.

Suha kissed her forehead.

And as he pushed in deeper, she pulled him closer.

The deeper he went, the more her body remembered— and molded to his shape.

Moisture began to flow.

There was no pain. No magic. No fear.

“Is it okay? I feel like… you’re trembling.” He whispered.

Illyana held her breath.

Then, slowly, she raised her gaze to his.

Tears shimmered in her eyes, but they weren’t tears of sorrow.

“It’s just… been a long time,” she said quietly.

He didn’t speak. He simply held her tighter.

And once again—

slowly—

entered deeper inside her.

Her body responded.
Her lips parted, a sound trembling on the edge of release.

She tried to stifle it with her hand— but his lips found hers instead.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “Let it out.”

In that moment, she trembled.

Her inner walls clenched around him in waves of climax.

Her thighs tightened around his waist.

Fluid trailed down her thighs.

Her breath escaped—broken, raw.

 

“…Suha…”

 

She had never said anyone’s name like that before.

 

---

 

After calling his name, still—

her lips hadn’t stopped trembling.

Her heart hadn’t stopped racing.

She was still underneath him, legs wrapped tight around his hips, her core still pulsing around him—gripping, holding, as if unwilling to let him go.

Suha didn’t move right away.
He just looked down at her.

His hands smoothed down the sides of her ribs, calming the tremble in her breath.
Illyana exhaled—slow, unsteady.

Then, barely looking at him, she spoke.

“…My room is upstairs.”

Suha blinked. “Are you—”
But she was already moving.

He felt her shift beneath him, reluctant to break the connection—
and yet she did.

Their bodies parted with a slow, wet sound.
"Hnn.." A soft whimper slipped from her lips.

Suha sat back to help her up.

Illyana rose carefully, her legs still weak, the short shorts were still tangled around one ankle, damp and twisted from the floor. Her top had been torn to shreds earlier—just a tattered strip still hanging from one shoulder.

She reached for it instinctively to cover her chest—then stopped.

Instead, she straightened.

Didn’t look at him.

Just turned toward the door.

Stepping up the stairs, she didn’t take his hand.

She thought about it.

Her fingers twitched.

But in the end—she just stepped forward barefoot,

One step.
Then another.

Only when she was halfway up the stairs did she pause to glance back.

Her expression was unreadable—
but her gaze lingered.
Just long enough to check if he was following.

And he was.

The room upstairs was quiet.
Warm.
Dim.

No wards, no enchantments, no lingering scent of spellwork.
Just the hush of her sanctuary.

Her space.

Illyana walked in without turning on the lights.
Her bare shoulders bathed in amber from a single bedside lamp.

She stopped at the foot of the bed, her back to him.

Still not moving.

Still not saying a word.

The silence stretched.

Suha took a step forward.
Then another.

When he reached her, he didn’t speak either.
He simply touched her spine.

A gentle trail of fingers down the center of her back—where sweat still clung from the heat of before.

She inhaled sharply.
But she didn’t pull away.

“Hey,” he murmured, just behind her ear.

“Do you still want this?”

Her breath caught.

Her shoulders rose—then slowly dropped.

“…Yes,” she said, so quietly he barely caught it.

“But I don’t know how to ask for it.”

Suha kissed the nape of her neck.

“You just did.”

"...I did." Illyana finally lifted her face,
locking her gaze to his.

They resumed the kiss,

just so naturally.

Notes:

..or just fucking a demonic form is his thing, idk.
What's your thing? I'm pretty much vanilla, unfortunately.

 

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Chapter 10: The Morning After

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[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16] :)

Where the air clotted like blood, where time crawled sideways, not forward.
The realm, where the ground pulsed with a heartbeat not your own, and the sky above cracked and writhed with veins of burning light.

Limbo.

And far beneath the flesh of time, something stirred.

The chamber was sealed—its air thick with rot, with old magic and older rage. Chains forged from demon bone trembled against the stone as the figure writhed, limbs contorted in pain, hatred etched into every guttural growl.

Her claws scraped against the sigil-carved floor. Her voice cracked the dark.

 

"Illyana..."

 

Not to run away

Illyana woke with a sharp inhale.

Her body jerked forward, breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

Then,

something heavy thudded across her thigh.

Suha’s arm—still draped over her from the night before—had slipped from her waist.

Only when she followed the arm to its source did she fully grasp where she was.

Not in Limbo.
Not in a nightmare.

Her bedroom.
The apartment above the store,
accessible only by the narrow stairwell hidden behind the backroom.

She exhaled.

Her hand moved instinctively,
brushing along the lines of his forearm, the curve of his fingers.
He was warm.

Too real.

Too much.

She stopped herself.

I held him. And he held me back. That might be the first...

...and the last.

Illyana closed her eyes.

If he's truly accepting me... it might be just for now.

Her hands subtly started to tremble.

No.
I’m going to ruin this.
I can’t keep this.

The things that made me who I am—they always come back.
They don’t let me stay like this—

—happy.

Suddenly,
Suha mumbled in his sleep and pulled her closer,
with the arm still loosely hooked around her waist.

"Illyana..."

Her breath hitched.
A laugh almost escaped her throat, but it dissolved into a shiver.

"This is fucking scary," she whispered.

But slowly—almost reverently—she leaned in, letting herself sink into his chest.

Ok.
At least at this moment,

don't

run away.

 

She seemed indifferent.

The morning sunlight filtered in through the window, tickling Suha awake.
He opened his eyes slowly and realized he was alone in bed. But soon,
he heard a faint clinking sound coming from the slightly ajar door.

Rising, Suha stepped out.
On the kitchen table sat a single cup of coffee and a piece of dark bread, both left out with quiet intention.

Illyana was seated at the table, seemingly indifferent.
An old, loose black cardigan hung off her shoulders,
the only thing she wore.

“There’s coffee. You can leave when you’re ready.”

Her tone was even. Almost polite—so calm it could be mistaken for indifference.

But somewhere within those words lay a single line of truth she’d never dare say aloud;

I don't regret it.
But
I don't know how to stay in it.

Suha took a seat at the table.
There was still a touch of sleep in his eyes, but his expression remained calm.
And on his lips lingered a quiet softness, one that asked nothing of her.

Without saying a word,

Suha gently tasted the breakfast Illyana had prepared.

Notes:

Yeah, boi. Eat dat bun.
What's your post-first-sex morning been like?

 

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Chapter 11: The Sound

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[Chapter 9]
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[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16] :)

She simply watched him.

The coffee was fragrant.
The bread, a little tough.
But he ate without a word of complaint.

Illyana sat silently across from him. She didn’t move. She simply watched him.

Suha could feel her gaze on him.
Without lifting his head,
he took the final sip from his cup.

And slowly, he rose from his seat.

“Thank you for the breakfast.”

"..Yeah."

But when Suha looked at her, Illyana averted her gaze and answered softly, unable to meet his eyes.

Suha stepped back into the bedroom, quietly gathering his clothes and slipping them on.

"I gotta..." he murmured, gesturing vaguely that he was about to leave.

Illyana didn’t speak. She turned her head away again and gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. 

He stepped toward her—quietly, deliberately.

His hand rose—reaching, almost instinctively, toward her cheek—only to pause as he felt her flinch beneath his approach.

He stopped.

Then, without a word,
he let his hand fall,
and instead, gently placed it around her shoulder.

Illyana didn’t move.
When his warmth touched her, she held her breath—then slowly let it go.

That breath...
was her body’s instinctive attempt to bury the hundreds of emotions crashing inside her.

Suha leaned in, perhaps intending to place a soft kiss on her forehead—
but stopped just short.

Instead,
he rested his cheek against her hair in silence,
then slowly pulled away.

"I'll see you around."

And then, without another word, he walked toward the door.

The sound of it opening.
The sound of it closing.
The sound of his footsteps fading down the stairs.

And then—

Silence.

She whispered quietly, as if to herself.

"...I hate this."

 

But Illyana wasn’t the only one sensing a shift...

The air in New York had grown strangely heavy.

With his eyes closed, Doctor Strange quietly attuned himself—
sensing the overlapping currents of another dimension beneath the surface of reality.

And in that moment—
Limbo stirred.

Space warped.
Time wavered.
And then—
a familiar, yet horrifying magic rippled through the realms.
“...This is not Illyana.”

Opening the Eye of Agamotto, Strange followed the faint magical trail across the astral plane.

The vision plunged deep into the heart of Limbo,
coming to rest before a chained and sealed figure.
She had started regaining her power—
and before her, demons knelt, pledging their loyalty in trembling reverence. 

Her gaze snapped toward the vision, sensing the one watching.
Their eyes met—
and Strange instantly shut the Eye of Agamotto, snapping back to his body.

"Belasca...!"

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Chapter 12: The Expectation

Summary:

Days passed, Illyana was at her store, as usual.
And, she hadn’t gotten a single thing done all day.

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16] :)

Illyana had opened the shop as usual, swept the floor twice even though it was already clean, and stared at the same page in a book for over an hour.
The wards flickered every time she sighed, as if they were groaning with her indecision.

It wasn’t that she didn’t know what she wanted.
It was that wanting it made her feel exposed.

She kept thinking of his voice whispered to her ears,
his gaze on her like she wasn’t a monster,
and his body that molded her into...
someone else from the inside.

The way,

he didn’t try to take more than she could give, but just stayed.

She ached—not for the sex,
but for the moment when all of her had been seen.
And not flinched away from.

Then,

her phone buzzed.

 

Expecting someone

Illyana shot her hand faster than her brain could catch up, grabbing the phone like a reflex.

Caller ID: Wanda Maximoff

She blinked. "...Damn it"
Damn it that it was not a certain anticipated 'disturbed customer'.
Damn it that I'm so embarrassed of myself anticipating at all.
Damn it that I'm so embarrassed of myself that I'm embarrassed of myself.
Cursing accordingly, when her brain finally caught up, Illyana still answered the call.

"Yeah?"

"Wow. That fast. Expecting someone?
Oh right,
I do know that you are."

"Shut up. I'm hanging up if you are just going to talk shit."

"Well, you certainly sound like yourself, Illyana.
That's good to know, at least."

"Why the hell wouldn't I?"

"Just checking. It seems you holed up in Limbo nicely, like you said?"

This.. checking. Illyana hated it.
'Always acting like a big sister, that I never had or even want, probably because of shared daddy issue.'
But deep in her heart, Illyana always appreciated it.

"I didn't." And as soon as the answer left her mouth, she cursed inwardly.

'Oh, shit.' This time again,
her brain had to catch up after she couldn't help reliving what she actually did on the day.

"You didn't??" Wanda sounded pretty surprised.

"I mean—I did. Yeah,
I relaxed in Limbo and past my mandatory transformation period, alright."

Even with enforced sarcasm,
Illyana didn't sound convincing.

"I see.. Good for you." And Wanda sounded just as convinced.

'Fuck, she knows.' Illyana cursed inwardly again.

"I think it's really nice, Illyana. I'm happy for you." Wanda meant it.

"I've got no idea what you're talking about. I'm gonna hang up. Bye."

"The real world is difficult, isn't it?
Than a realm that you own and control?" Wanda continued the talk,
as if she never believed that Illyana was going to actually hang up.

"What is it that you want to say?" Frowning in irritation, Illyana asked.

"I just want to say, Real life is messy anyway.
Let things happen.
Let them fall apart, or come together. And maybe..
you get what you actually deserve."

Pause.

"...Like what?" Illyana asked, perhaps she was hoping for a certain answer.

"That,
you will have to see for yourself.
Trust me.
Trying to control everything gave me a hard lesson, basically cost peace of the universe."

"That, I do know. So well."

"Good. I want you to. Well, shall talk to you soon.
Or not. We'll see what comes in our lives, won't we?
Take care, Illyana."

Click.

'She's always like this.
Marches in as if she knows everything that you need to hear ,
and leaves at the perfect moment that could give you haunting thoughts.'

Thanks to the 'haunting thoughts',

Illyana couldn't put her phone down even after the call ended.

'...maybe you get what you actually deserve.'

She hesitated.

A lot.

But eventually she gave in.

With a tight jaw and trembling fingers,

she called.

"Hey, uhm.. What's up?"

Suha answered quickly, like he’d been hoping she would.

And Illyana’s voice came out too casual.

"Wanna grab dinner?"

Which surprised even her and made her extremely nervous about the uncertain reply.

But she could, even over the phone,
immediately hear that his face was smiling big.

"Do you like Indian?"

Suha asked.

 

Just couldn't stop surprising herself

They met up near the riverfront in the early evening.

The restaurant wasn’t fancy; a little tucked-away Indian place with mismatched chairs.
Suha kept the conversation light,
recounting a chaotic but hilarious webtoon editing meeting
where a character’s cleavage placement had sparked a twenty-minute debate.

Illyana actually laughed—not just a chuckle,
but an honest, carefree laugh that even surprised her.

"Seriously? A single line on a character's chest riled up the editor?" Illyana was still catching her breath.

"Oh, trust me. This is just 'How to survive the Korean pop-culture market 101'."

"Well, at least you know how to make a female character in a right way that you so insisted on giving her good boobs."

For a second,
Suha's gaze dropped on Illyana's chest.

Even though she didn't really intend it when she was making the sentence,
she didn't hate it.

"I know, right? The audience loves their meat juicy, not uhm.. dry...."

He got a little hesitant at the end once he thought he may have carried away with his flirting, which only led to an awkward silence—
just a little.

"I do like meat," Illyana said, trying to make it sound as casual as possible. "I think we both agreed on that already, no?" Then she made a shy yet coy smile.

"Oh," Suha got relieved and excited at the same time. "Yes, we sure do~ haha."

And then silence again. But a relatively better one, this time.

'Ok,
what am I doing?
Flirting?
With a guy who got an actual job ?
In a kitsch Indian restaurant?
Sober ??'

Illyana just couldn't stop surprising herself these days.

'Oh, what the hell. It's all Wanda's fault if anything goes wrong.'

 

Just like that,
their conversation didn't stop—
even after all the dishes and bowls were empty.

"This was... nice." Suha spoke, wiping curry and spices off his hands.

"Oh, yeah. I wasn't really into Indian, but this was something else." Illyana responded.

"No, I mean.. This." Suha gestured between them over the table.

"Us.
Now.
...Wasn't it?"

Finally realizing what he meant, Illyana got flustered, eyes widening. But soon her face naturally made a stupid smile.

"Yes.. Yes. It was." She also nodded stupid to make up for her misunderstanding.

"Actually..." Suha dropped his eyes and said hesitantly,

"When you stormed out after the kiss,
moreover,
when you looked so indifferent in the... morning after,
I was afraid that you were... rejecting."

Illyana's expression got tense, feeling terrible about what she had made him feel like.

"It's more like.. running away, than rejecting." Her eyes drifting as well, she explained.

"Ah.." Suha understood.

"Having your whole childhood abducted in a demon realm
doesn’t exactly help you learn how to perceive that sometimes…
good things happen."

Illyana said with a bitter smirk.

Then,

"You freak out. Because misery is your comfort zone." Suha related,

and it was a surprise to her. "...You know?"

"I make narrative art for a living," Suha said with a faint shrug. "Misery’s technically a job requirement."

"I knew you were… different," Illyana said slowly.

"But I never expected... I mean, you look so—"

"Normal?" he offered.

"I was going to say boring," she teased. "But yeah. Normal works."

And they laughed.

This was not just a flirtation.

There was this spark—a connection.

That Suha never expected to find when he stepped into that dim antique book store.

That Illyana never expected to find

ever.

And that moment came.

The pause.

The kind where both people hesitate, unsure if the night ends here or not.

Illyana glanced at him.

"Do you wanna...
come over?
Or...
your place?"

Suha blinked, then smiled.

"I cleaned. Just in case."

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Chapter 13: The Apartement

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The apartment's door unlocked from the outside and quietly opened.
Suha and Illyana entered his dark apartment with a tension they both felt but didn’t name.
It wasn’t their first time here together, but certainly tonight's purpose of the visit was different.
Kind of.

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When Suha turned on the lights, Illyana could see the whole space.
The mess from the last visit had been mostly cleaned up—aside from the awkward sinkhole in the middle of the floor; Not caused by the demon.

"...Sorry about that," Illyana said, awkwardly.

"What? Oh, it's... fine. I called the people." Suha tried not to make a big deal out of it—which evidently is, but he tried anyway.

"That was one crazy night. I’ve been in battles, but that one? That was unique," And Illyana tried to make a joke out of it.

"Oh... battle. That’s what we’re calling it?" Suha grinned without eye contact.
Illyana, oddly nervous—something she rarely was—took it too seriously.

"I mean—it was about catching a demon—so, yeah... uhm... damn.." Illyana fumbled,
also, something she rarely does.

"It’s okay. Yeah, it was an epic battle, indeed," He tried to comfort Illyana with an exaggerated move. "I even wielded my holy cross, remember?"

Illyana chuckled, appreciating his attempt that actually made her feel less awkward. "Oh, yeah. You look really stupid with that."

"Hey! I’m serious about my religion. Kind of."

Their laughter softened the air around them. Then,

a pause.

"Hey," Illyana said, quieter now.

"You know I don’t... do this."

Suha tilted his head. "Do what?"

"This. Flirting.. no, talking sober with a guy.
And.. already feeling content with just that.
Even without fucking."

Suha blinked. "Oh.. I’m... flattered?"

"You should be. You’ve got no fucking idea what kind of uncharted territory I am walking into."

Her lips curved in a wry smile,
but her eyes, steady and unguarded,
rested on him with quiet affection.

"...I appreciate that," Suha a few steps to her. "And you can take all the time you need."

"Yeah, well, right now, I'm only getting nervous as shit—" Illyana reciprocated the steps.

"So let’s just fuck already."

"Oh, Okay. Sure."

So they kissed.

 

It wasn’t perfect.

Their legs tangled as they stumbled toward the bed,
laughing softly when teeth bumped and breath hitched.

But it felt right.

Their coats dropped one by one,
leaving a trail behind them.

As Illyana’s knees hit the edge of the mattress,
she let herself fall backward with Suha following above her.

The kisses deepened—tongues meeting, breaths mingling.
Their centers aligned and began to move against each other over the thick garments,
as if their bodies were trying to skip ahead to something inevitable.

Suha’s lips traveled down—neck, collarbone, breasts, belly—until he reached her feet,
not rushing, not skipping.

Every kiss asked a question.

"...Ah..." Illyana couldn't stop the sound leaving her mouth.

When he returned to her waistline, he met her gaze and paused.
His fingers found the button of her pants.

Illyana gave a small nod.

He undid them slowly,
tenderly,
continuing to kiss her even through the fabric.

When he pulled them down,
Illyana—so unlike her usual self—blushed and folded her legs up,
shy.

Suha smiled gently and reached to part her legs with a reverence
that melted her hesitation.
He settled between them again.

Heartbeats were getting faster and faster.
The two lovers desperately took each other's tops off.
Bare chests exposed,
only to heighten the ecstasy between them.

Their lips met again,

for not too long until one of them trailed off to kiss other parts of their respective lovers.

Illyana gasped, as Suha had no intention to stop hungrily,
but still gently, exploring her whole body.

But she thought of another plan.

"..Come." She pulled Suha up to her face from somewhere down her perfect body.

She sat up slowly,
kissed him deeply,
and reached down to unfasten his pants.

"Illyana.." Suha murmured.

"Stand," Illyana demanded as quiet as a whisper. "By the bed."

As Suha followed her command,
Illyana carefully unzipped his pants, opened them,
and saw the thin fabric barely containing his desire.

Suha’s hands rested on her shoulders,
his face awash with anticipation.

IIlyana gently traced her fingers along his length.
Suha’s eyes fluttered shut,
his head tilting back with a breathy, "Hnn…"

The sound he made gave Illyana some kind of relief,
taking it as a sign that he was ready to accept her.

And there,
she wanted to,

no,

needed to prove that she was capable of giving love,
not just getting accepted and comforted by him.

She needed to show that as much as this was scary as shit,
she's going to take a leap of faith,

for her,

for him,

for both of them.

 

Illyana gulped,

and held the waistline of Suha's underwear.

And—

started to pull it down slowly.

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Chapter 14: The Desire

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[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16] :)

It was a significant size.
But not too much.

She vaguely knew when it entered her last time,
but it was the first time she saw it right on her face.

'So this is what they call a boyfriend dick, huh?'

Of course,
Illyanana, 'had been being Illyana', had experienced bigger ones,
but size matters just as much as it does.
And her desire toward Suha would have overridden anything.
—No.
Not 'any'thing, but whatever.
There's no issue now. That's what matters.

Illyana carefully reached Suha's member,

and wrapped it with her palm and fingers.

Suha exhaled out of sensation.

"Ha—..."

At that sound,
Illyana looked up into his eyes,
meeting his gaze with a flicker of something tender and unguarded.

Holding the gaze,
she slowly started to stroke his length.

Seeing him tremble,
listening to his moan,
Illyana felt something warm rising up in her chest.

Playing with dicks always had been fun, checking how they react as well.

But this time,
it was certainly different.

She felt like she was in some devotion,

not just a play.

She didn't want to rush.

She wanted this moment to linger.
She wanted to remember every detail of the moment: his sound, his texture, his pulse, the air, the smell, the light, everything.

Instead of just gulping it in,
Illyana carefully kissed his shaft
as if it were the most valuable thing she had ever touched.

Suha only reacted stronger,

and she loved it.

After touching it with her lips for a minute,
she finally wrapped them around his girth and slid in,
yet still slowly.

"Ah— Illyana.." Suha's legs were already shaking.

Illyana softly put his other hand on his thigh,
hoping it might help him not to collapse too soon.

'A pity,' Illyana thought. 'You don't really get to see their face once you put their dick in your mouth.'

so she focused on the feelings in her hands and inside her mouth.

He tasted fine.
It wasn't difficult to assume that he was a clean person once you met him.

He was just thick enough to give a woman satisfaction with her mouth,
but not too much so that the jaw wouldn't hurt,
not so much, at least.

His length was also just good to have fun sliding up and down with her tongue without unnecessary gagging, unless you want it.

'Well, not today, at least.' Illyana thought.

Today,
she just wanted to learn him.

Nothing more,

nothing less.

As Illyana was having her own sweet time playing with his arousal,
Suha dropped his face and started brushing her hair like it was something so sacred.

"That... feels.. amazing... Ah—"

He arched, trembling with a groan and kept getting even harder and bigger in her mouth.

Illyana went down deep once and pulled out with a soft pop.

Now Suha's member was shining with her saliva,
and as it twitched,
a few droplets of transparent liquid dripped off.

Catching such a sensual image she made,
Illyana couldn't hold it any longer.

She pulled Suha's body hard back to the bed and demanded a kiss—and certainly more.

"Let me feel you,"

Illyana said, unmistakable passion burning in her eyes as she looked straight into Suha's.

Instead of answering, Suha slid his hand beneath her underwear.

His finger barely brushed Illyana's slick folds,
but an unmistakable gasp left Illyana's throat.

Suha gently rubbed his fingers against her heat, just until she slid his finger into her.

"Ha—"

With a more certain vocal signal,
Illyana shyly,
but willingly opened herself,
welcoming him, touching her inside.

Suha carefully observed Illiyana's reaction to be sure if he is doing her right, not hurting her.

And not long after,
the second finger followed,
and Illyana grabbed his wrist.

But it was not a motion of rejection; it was a motion of appreciation and guidance.

She adjusted the angle of his hand
so that he could learn how to have her feel his love at its fullest. 

"Here?" Suha willingly let her guide him.

He had no ego.

He only had this unending wish for her pleasure.

"Mmph..!"

When it finally clicked,
Illyana nodded and released Suha's hand and started to fully indulge his effort.

As Suha caught the rhythm,
the inevitable tension built up inside her.

Her breath got shallower,
her abdomen tightened,
her fluid drenched the bed sheet over her underwear.

And,

"AAAA—!!"

Eventually her walls clenched and fluttered around his fingers
as waves of climax washed over her—sharp, rhythmic, and overwhelming,
as if her body had been waiting for just this moment to come undone.

Astounded by the most beautiful view he has ever seen,
Suha didn't even notice that his jaw had dropped and his shaft was just about to explode,
pumping out the drops crazy,

screaming for reciprocation.

Illyana had to catch her breath.

"Ok... Ok... That was...huff"

They kissed,
vigorously this time.

They couldn't hold it any longer.

"Now," Illyana told Suha, still catching her breath,

"I need you to get inside me."

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Chapter 15: The Start

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They shed the last remnants of clothing like old skins—
his pants, her bra and panties falling to the floor with soft,
careless thuds.

On the bed again,
they met in the center like magnets drawn back to each other,
flesh against flesh,
breath to breath.

Their mouths found each other with unrestrained hunger—
kisses slow at first,
then deeper,
hotter,

lips parting with need,
not caution. 

Suha trailed kisses down her neck,
then lower—
hands eagerly cupping and kneading the soft weight of her exposed breasts.

And then

he took one to his mouth.

His tongue circled around her tiny nipple,

only until it touched it.  

"Ha—!" Illyana gasped,

her nipples getting hardened than ever,
her body arching into his touch,
her fingers tangling in the sheets.

Suha took his time,
worshipping every curve, every flicker of her response.

Only when her breath hitched and her hips began to shift restlessly beneath him did he rise again, drawing her mouth back to his.

She kissed him hungrily,
chest heaving against his as her arms wrapped tight around his shoulders.

Then,
as if summoned by instinct,
she hooked her legs around his waist,
pulling him flush against her once more—center to center, skin to skin.

She looked into his eyes—burning, focused, unwavering.

And he looked into hers,
searching,
confirming without words.

Illyana didn’t answer with words.

Her eyes blazed as she nodded,

just once—but it was fierce, undeniable.

With that,

Suha carefully held himself and matched his tip with her entrance.

Then he pushed in—slowly, reverently.

The slick heat of her wrapped around him,
creating a friction that made them both gasp.

“Ahhh—”

She dug her fingers into his back,
eyes fluttering shut as he filled her gradually—just not yet fully.

He held still,
trembling from the sensation.

“Illyana…”

he murmured, forehead against hers.

“You feel like—god—you feel like.. everything.”

She let out a breathy laugh, half a gasp. “Move. Please.”

Suha pulled back,
not completely,
just enough for their natural lubricants to mingle.

And then he moved in,
this time,
deeper.

"Oh, fuck—" Illyana moaned, eyes closed, head tipping back as she moaned,

“Asian myth was a bullshit—“

“Oh, yeah?” Suha spoke with a breathy laugh, “This is just a start, my queen.”

He pushed, deeper which made Illyana basically scream. 

Start.

Even in the middle of mind-blowing intercourse,
Illyana didn't miss the specific word.

“Yes, the start.” Illyana barely opened her eyes and said, “I want that.”

Soon, they found their rhythm
—deep, grounding, tender.

Every thrust came with a soft gasp,
a broken moan,
bodies slick and warm.

“Right there—” she whispered, voice breaking. “Don’t stop—ah—Suha—”

Just like that,

her second climax surged through her,

thighs clenching around him as her voice caught in her throat.

Feeling her walls pulsating hard, Suha hugged her,
still moving gently through her aftershocks.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you…”

His lips pressed on her forehead for comfort.

Then,
still connected,
he shifted
—one arm beneath her thighs, the other supporting her back—
and lifted her effortlessly.

She clung to him as he sat up,
settling her onto his lap,
face to face.

"Ah—" As the angle changed,
Illyana had to release another moan,
adjusting herself to the newfound sensation.

They moved again—foreheads pressed together,
gasps shared in each other’s mouths.

“I want this,” Suha said hoarsely. “This—you.”

Illyana kissed him hard. “Then show me.”

As Suha assisted her on her buttocks with both of his hands,
Illyana ground her hip slowly,

but passionately.

"You.. you are so beautiful.."

Lost to the image, Suha had to murmur.

"Suha... Suha... I'm.. I'm.. close again—"

When her third climax came, it was softer—just a trembling,
a ragged moan,
and her arms tightening around him.

They paused.

Illyana stayed seated on his lap,
her core still pulsating around Suha,
almost pushing him over the edge.

"Mmmph..."

Barely holding his release,
Suha slid his hands up her waist and cupped her breasts again,
thumbs brushing over her swollen nipples.

She whimpered,
body still so sensitive,
hips shifting slightly from the stimulation.

He leaned in,
mouth trailing along the curve of her breast
before gently sucking one into his mouth.

"Suha—ah..." she gasped, fingers tangling in his hair.

He lavished her with his tongue until she trembled against him,
then drew her face back up to his and kissed her,
deep and open-mouthed.

She responded eagerly, wrapping her legs back around his waist, locking him in again. 

But then she pulled back.

Slowly,

she slid off of him,
her breath uneven.

Before he could ask, she pressed a hand to his chest

and gently pushed him back onto the bed.

Suha let her.

Illyana knelt between his legs,
drinking in the sight of him—flushed, breathless, utterly open.

She leaned down, trailing kisses along his abdomen,
then his chest,
then his neck.

Her hands roamed, slow and worshipful.

“God… Illyana—” he groaned, hips twitching under her touch.

When he looked dazed and desperate,
she reached down and held him carefully,

guiding him to her opening again.

She sank onto him with a sigh like a prayer.

“Ahh… yes…”

After adjusting herself to the size,

Illyana brushed her hair back behind her ear and met Suha's eyes.

"It's my turn now."

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Chapter 16: The Perfection

Notes:

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[Chapter 6]
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[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16] :)

Illyana was on top of him,
her thighs braced tightly against his hips,
palms pressed into his chest for balance.

Their bodies were already joined,
the room thick with heat and breath and something more primal that neither dared name.

She moved.

Slow at first,
testing the rhythm,
the angle,
the way
his body fit inside hers like a promise.

Her breath hitched,
then deepened.

Suha let out a sound—half moan, half surrender—as his hands found her waist,
his fingers curling in desperate need to hold on.

"You are.. perfect..." Suha gasped.

Without answering verbally,
Illyana’s eyes never left his.

Even as her movements grew faster,
bolder,
rougher
—her gaze stayed fixed,
like she was daring him to look away.

Like she wanted him to see everything she was giving.

The apartment was filled with short breathes, helpless moans,
the sound
of skin slapping against skin.

Illyana's skin gleamed with sweat under the dim light.
Strands of pale hair clung to her face,
her back arching,
her perfect superhero body writhing with wild,
focused intensity.

She was close

—he could feel it in the way she tightened around him,
in the quiver of her thighs,
in the way
she bit her lip until it turned white.

"Suha—" she gasped, the name breaking on her tongue.

He answered with her name—raw, reverent—

"Illyana—"

like a vow.

Their pace shattered into chaos,
hips colliding with growing urgency.

And then—

The rapture.

She came with a strangled cry—

"Ah—ahh—ngh—!"

her whole body seizing, trembling, waves crashing through her in breathless, violent succession.

Suha followed with a broken groan—

"Hah—ahh—Illyana—!"

thrusting up her as he spilled his love inside her,
every nerve alight,
every muscle taut.

They clung to each other in the aftershocks, chests heaving, skin burning.

“Haah… hah… haah…”

Neither of them spoke.

They didn’t need to.

 

At the New York Sanctum,

Doctor Strange stood before a hovering projection of Limbo
—an unstable mass of magic and madness rendered in spectral runes
and shifting constellations.

Beside him,

the Scarlet Witch folded her arms, brow furrowed.

“Another surge,” Strange murmured. “The fluctuations are growing more violent.”

Wanda’s eyes narrowed. “You think it’s Illyana?”

“Her power is Limbo’s spine. If she’s unbalanced, so is the realm.”

“You didn’t call me here at this hour just to lecture me on magical biomechanics,”

Wanda replied, voice cool.

“What are you actually asking, Stephen?”

He turned toward her, expression sharp.

“You know what’s happening with her.”

A pause. 

“..Nothing is 'happening',”

Wanda said,
quietly.

“She’s just… living. Like anyone else deserves to.”

“She can’t afford to ‘just live’ right now,” Strange snapped. “She needs to return. Reinforce the realm before something breaks loose.”

Wanda’s gaze hardened.

“There is nothing she needs to stop. She’s endured more than anyone. She’s finally—”

She caught herself.
Too late.
Strange raised a brow.

“Let her be, Stephen,” Wanda said, softer now. “It’s her realm. She’ll take care of it.
And you know how much she hates it when you get nosy.”

“Nosy?” he echoed. “That’s what she calls it?”

“And I do, too.”

Strange’s jaw tightened. “If Belasca’s seal breaks—”

“Then, we’ll handle it.
That’s what we do.

We fight catastrophe.
We don’t force our friends to live inside one.”

Silence fell between them.

Wanda turned, her coat swishing behind her.

“Find another way, Stephen,” she said, heading toward the door. “You were the Sorcerer Supreme, after all.”

“…Yes,” he muttered. “I was.”

He stood alone now,
gaze locked on the flickering vision of Limbo

—its unrest whispering of something ancient and awakening.

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Next update: 🗓️07/06/25

Chapter 17: The Day

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16]

The morning light spilled into Suha's apartment through the half-open curtains,
painting the room in soft amber hues.
It touched the wooden floor,
the crumpled clothes from the night before,
and finally,
the bed where two bodies lay tangled beneath a shared blanket.

Illyana stirred first.

She lay on her side, one arm tucked under her cheek,
the other resting loosely against Suha’s chest.
His breathing was steady, warm against her skin.

His arm was still around her,
a quiet tether she hadn’t asked for—but hadn’t pushed away.

She didn’t move.

She let herself feel the silence.
The way the room smelled faintly of books and his scent.
The way her body still felt the echo of his touch.
The way her heart beat just a little faster from the nearness of it all.

Last night had been real.
Messy. Tender. No armor. No magic.
Just skin,
and breath,

and choice.

And now, the morning.

Illyana's eyes traced the ceiling.
It wasn’t her space,
not really.
The walls were lined with things that belonged to him—
posters, canvases, figures stretching their shadows against the light.

She didn’t fit here.
Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

But she wanted to.

Suha shifted beside her, breath hitching as he blinked into wakefulness.
His hand found her waist,
thumb brushing gently.

"Hey," he murmured, voice still husky with sleep.

She turned to him, face unreadable.
But her fingers rose to touch his cheekbone—slow, uncertain, almost reverent.

He didn’t flinch.
He didn’t ask.

He just smiled, easy and warm,
and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist.

"Do you, uhm..." he whispered.

Illyana held her breath, irrationally bracing for something awful.

And she hated that she couldn’t stop herself. 

"..Want.. breakfast?" Suha ended the question.

Illyana let out the breath,
with a relieved smile.

"I'd love to."

 

Surprisingly, Suha was a good cook.

Eggs were perfect,
bacon was crisp just enough,
French toasts were...
probably from a different dimension.

Appreciating the food, Illyana felt a little embarrassed—
recalling how all she had offered him for breakfast last time was
a cup of coffee and a slice of suspiciously black bread.

She glanced up at him, then quickly back down to her plate.

"Thanks," Illyana said, not quite meeting his eyes. "This is really nice."

"Oh," Sitting across her at the kitchen table, Suha replied lightly. "I'm glad you like it. Thanks."

"How did you learn to cook?" Illyana wanted to know about him, more.

"I have been basically living by myself since college," Suha said, like nothing, "Had to adapt."

"That's not something everyone does, but... sure." Illyana awkwardly snorted, and Suha chuckled as well.

A silence took the place, and Illyana wasn't sure if it was a good one or not. 

"So, uhm.. Do you have any plans today?" Suha asked carefully.

"Oh, no. But I can leave." Illyana declared her exit like a reflex.

"Oh, okay. Do you want to..?" Suha asked with a confused face.

"Uh... what do you mean?" And Illyana got confused too.

"I was just wondering... if you want to—
I don't know—
hang out for the day?
If you want."

By Suha's proposal, Illyana blinked,
twice.

"You mean... You want to still hang out after having sex the night before?"

Illyana started to feel both incredibly happy and incredibly stupid at the same time.

"I mean... If you want?"

Suha also seemed unsure how the exchange was going.

"Oh... yeah—yeah. That sounds—uhm.. good."

Illyana nodded a bit too much
as if she wanted to compensate for her delayed understanding.

"Oh nice!" Suha grinned. "Though, if you need reassurance, we could always have another round before heading out."

"Well," Illyana finished her breakfast with a coy smile.

"That sounds better."

 

On a midday New York metro heading toward Coney Island,
the train car was nearly empty.
Suha and Illyana sat side by side,
awkwardly close,
wondering whether they should be holding hands or not.

Last night's passion now somehow replaced by shy silence.

"You use the metro often?" Suha broke the silence.

"Uh.. I usually portal." Illyana answered awkwardly.

"Oh," He said, flustered. "Sorry, I should have asked first."

"No no no no. This is good." She said, as flustered.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, I've never paid or—take a good time to travel somewhere since I found my power, so, this is new."

Illyana made an odd smile,
nodding.

"Oh.. Okay.. Good to hear."

Brief silence.

And Suha suggested carefully, "We can... just get off at the next station and—"

Illyana sprang up from the seat. "Yeah, sorry—this is taking forever for me." 

Notes:

Some fluffs now!
Who wanna see their "another round"?? XD

Next update: 🗓️07/08/25

Chapter 18: The Island

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16]

For a While, It was Easy to Forget…

The scent of salt and sugar mingled in the air,
carried by the ocean breeze that swept over the Coney Island boardwalk.
Seagulls cried overhead as the carousel turned, its painted horses glinting in the sun.

Illyana squinted against the light,
a rare smile softening the sharp lines of her face.

Suha stood beside her,
one hand holding a paper cone of cotton candy,
the other brushing against hers every so often as they walked.
His laughter came easy here—uninhibited, boyish even.

"You’re really going to eat all that?" Illyana asked, nodding toward the sugary mountain in his hand.

"I’m carb-loading for survival," he replied, grinning. "You might make me fight a demon or ride that Limbo portal again later."

Illyana smirked, nudging him with her elbow. "Wimp."

They wandered between booths and rides, soaking in the muted sunlight. Illyana won a small, grotesquely cute plush octopus at a ring toss—after bending the rules with a sly flick of magic Suha pretended not to see. They shared chili fries on a bench with their knees touching, watching a street performer juggle fire.

For a while, it was easy to forget.

No Limbo. No Soul Sword. No tangled destinies.

Just the creak of the Ferris wheel

and her hand in his.

As the sky turned lavender and orange, they stood by the railing overlooking the beach. Waves rolled in, slow and steady, like a breath that refused to rush.

Suha turned to her. "It was an amazing day. Thank you."

"Oh.. Oh yeah. It was." Illyana answered with a faint smile, couldn't manage to reach her eyes or have any eye contact.

Suha's face faltered. "Is.. everything ok?"

Eyes still on the air, Illyana spoke. "Still, I can't help feeling like running away."

Illyana tilted her head, expression unreadable. "I always do."

He didn’t reach for her this time. He just looked at her, quiet, present, his gaze full of something steady and soft.

She blinked. Swallowed. Then slid her fingers between his.

"Not tonight."

The lights of the boardwalk flickered on around them.

And for once,

they stayed.

 

She always runs off.

On the metro ride back into the city—no portals this time—
their hands remained clasped,
shoulders leaned together,
heads nearly touching.

Their bodies might have come together earlier,
but here,
now,

their hearts were beginning to catch up.

"You might be wondering why I’m like this." Illyana opened up.

"I remember… you said you grew up in the walls made of ashes." Suha responded just playfully enough not to undermine her vulnerability that she's about to present.

She grinned. "Huh. So you do remember what a girl says, even after sex? Aren’t you just a rare breed."

He chuckled. "Is that what other men are like?"

"Men, women, tentacles, holes—whatever works."

"...Okay, now I really see why I’m your type."

"Don’t flatter yourself. You barely passed."

"Yeah, well—I’ve only got 2 of them. Just one of each, actually."

"You know what? It is not bad. You may allow yourself some flattery." Illyana feigned realization. "I should probably check the other one soon."

Suha turned slightly pale. "Uh… should we?"

"Anyway. It’s not like all of them forgot. I was afraid they might."

"Ah."

"Because misery is your comfort zone." 

Repeating what Suha had related to her with, Illyana chuckled.

“I want to be.” Suha said, slightly out of nowhere.

“Want to be.. what?” Illyana asked with a confused face.

“Your comfort zone.” He answered with an ever-warming smile.

By that line, Illyana got stunned. Her expression was a little difficult to read if she’s shocked or touched.

Probably both.

But seeing the face, Suha got a little anxious.

“Uhm.. I mean.. If it’s too much or early—”

“No, uhm.. no. It’s.. really sweet.” She dropped her face, tried to hide her confusingly turned-on expression.

“Oh.. Okay..” He awkwardly responded.

And silence.

Illyana cautiously broke it.

“How.. can you just say such things? I mean—what’s the secret?”

“What do you mean?”

Suha asked,

“You.. understand miserable upbringing…” She tried her best to clarify, “Yet here you are, confident, healthy, secure. Probably even more than any men I slept with.”

"I’ve worked on myself," Suha replied, casually, "I may have been born and raised miserably, but I sure as hell didn’t want to die that way."

"How?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"Therapy. Pills. Books. Lectures," he listed. "All that shit cost money this side of the world. You should’ve stayed in Russia."

"That’s… kind of commendable," Illyana said, her voice softening.

"Well," Suha said, glancing down at their hands, "I wanted to say the same to you."

"Huh? Why?" she asked, puzzled.

"You’re here. Holding hands. Not running off the moment your libido’s satisfied," he said with a lopsided grin. "Which... possibly makes you even hornier over time, but you get the point."

"...You really think so?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," he said simply. "Like it or not, someone must’ve helped—yourself most of all. But also… people who cared."

The names swirled in Illyana's head—The X-Men. Logan. Strange.

Wanda.

"Yeah… I guess I did," Illyana murmured.

"Then thank them for me."

"For what?"

"For the best… sexual pleasure of my life." 

She smirked. "Oh, I’ll be sure to tell my brother how much you’ve enjoyed fucking me."

Suha turned a shade paler. "Wait—you mean Mr. Colossus? Okay, no. I want to die not miserable, but also not immediately."

Illyana laughed. So did Suha.

And the metro rumbled on, cutting through the darkening veins of New York.

Notes:

Enjoyed the fluff??
Things gonna take a turn soon..
Next Update 🗓️ 07/10/25

Chapter 19: The Demons

Summary:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16]

Over the next few weeks, 

Illyana and Suha fell into an unspoken rhythm. 


They met often,
spent long hours together, 

and shared each night in passionate union.

Yet,


neither dared to put a name to what they had.

Suha, sensing the weight Illyana carried,
never pushed.

He simply waited, patient and unwavering,

offering his presence like a steady flame.

One quiet night,
after a long, lingering session in Illyana’s bed,

they lay tangled in each other’s arms

—bare skin against bare skin, breath slowing as laughter bubbled between them.

The mood was soft, cozy, content.

“I’m starving,” Illyana murmured, brushing a finger down Suha’s chest.

"Yeah," he snorted, "I was about to start wondering if a Limbo queen is immortal or something, riding me for hours." 

"Well, queening a demonic realm all by myself got me really bored." She smirked.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his lips found hers.

"Yeah." Illyana took it just so naturally.

“Want to hunt for food, your majesty?” Suha softly asked, parting their lips only a few millimeters away.

Illyana grinned. “Get dressed, mortal.”

 

---

 

They threw on clothes over bare skin,
hair still tousled,
cheeks flushed with the afterglow.

A few blocks away, they found a Korean food truck still open.

Under the glow of sodium lights, 

they settled at a flimsy metal table with paper trays of greasy goodness

—spicy tteokbokki, fried dumplings, sweet-hot chicken.

"You know," Suha said, chewing with his mouth still full,

"You really should come to Korea and taste the original street food. This is... so amateur."

"I'm interested. You wanna portal there this weekend or what?" Illyana responded casually.

"Oh, shit, right! You can do that!

You know, I'm usually not a big fan of traveling,
but I always wanted to go to the Vatican. 

Can we arrange that?"

"Vatican? I can take you to Jesus's bungalow if you want."

"Eh, I'm good. You know, they say 'Don't meet your hero'?"

"He's your hero?"

"Church is basically a planet-sized fan club.
Virtual fan meeting sesh every Sunday."

"Interesting. Is that really how you see it??"

"Can be one of the ways," Suha responded casually, "I'm sleeping with a queen of a demon realm. You should have noticed by now my faith isn't so orthodox."

"Why do you believe at all? Is it a family thing?
Like they made you even before birth kind of thing?"

"Yes and no.
My mom is a believer.
But she never made me.
I chose to be one once I joined the military,
for the sake of a better connection with her."

"That's.. sweet. I guess."

Illyana smiled, but subtle bitterness was unmistakable.

Suha noticed, but didn't push.

"And you were in the military?" She asked.

"It's mandatory in South Korea." Then Suha hesitated a little, "...You are aware that I'm from the South one, right?"

"What? Please. I'm not an idiot." Illyana snorted with an oddly exaggerated gesture.

Then

Illyana stiffened. 

Her gaze flickered past Suha’s shoulder.
The smile drained from her face.

Suha didn't notice yet.

"Oh, I just meant, since you are Russian—never mind. Are you gonna finish that chicken?"

“We need to go. Now,” she said, already rising.

Suha's eyes widened, mid-bite. “What is it?”

“Just—trust me.”

He didn’t argue. 

She grabbed his arm and pulled him into a brisk pace, 

weaving through quiet backstreets toward her place.

"Oh, shit. Is this the part where villains infiltrate your new-happy ordinary life  before we siege our happily-ever-after?"

Pulled along by Illyana, Suha spoke, his expression a strange blend of fear and excitement.

"Shut up." She tightened her hold on his hand

"You know, when you say to me like that, it only makes me—"

Then Illyana's breath hitched.

—they were surrounded.

Four, no—five twisted figures melted from the shadows;
horns,
claws, black eyes like oil slicks.

Illyana stepped forward, placing herself between them and Suha.

“You’re Limbo demons. What are you doing here?” she snapped.

“How did you slip out without me noticing? 
I command you to crawl back to your hellhole, now.”

One of them snarled, voice guttural.

“We serve a new master now."

"Oh, do you now?" Illyana narrowed her eyes and smirked, though her heart skipped a beat.

"You’ve gone soft, former Queen.”

Illyana had to force herself not to look at Suha.
She didn’t want to believe what the demon had said.

"Limbo deserves a greater leader,
a conqueror
who shall expand the realm all over the universe,
not just the underworld."

"Well, thank you for briefing your evil plan." And Illyana summoned the Soul Sword in a blaze of eldritch fire. 

The sword erupted with a searing screech, bathing the alley in ghostly golden light. 

The air rippled with its heat—unnatural, almost alive—as if Limbo itself was peering through the rift.

"Uh.. Illyana?" Now fear had become more dominant on Suha's face.

"Stay back."

Illyana lunged.

But with Suha at her back, 
she had to hold back.

Every movement was calculated, 
protective.

She wasn’t fighting to win—she was fighting to shield.

A claw sliced across her shoulder. 

Blood welled. 

Her stance faltered.

Hot blood splattered onto the pavement, 

and pain bloomed like fire along her collarbone. 

Her grip on the sword trembled, 

just for a heartbeat.

Suha could barely breathe.

The alley reeked of sulfur and ash, 
every sound drowned under the demons’ snarls 
and the hum of Illyana’s sword.

He reached for her, panicked. “Illyana—!”

She pushed him back further. “Stay behind me!”

The demons tightened their circle.

And then—a cyclone of golden sparks erupted midair,
spiraling outward in a rush of arcane wind that lit the alleyway.

A portal.

Cloak billowing, eyes blazing,

Doctor Strange stepped forward.

Notes:

Spoiler alert: "I've come to bargain."
LOL
Next update 🗓️07/13/25

Chapter 20: The Relationship

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16]
[Chapter 22] 🗓️ 07/15/25

Doctor Strange emerged from a portal,
his crimson cloak billowing gracefully behind him.

Three apprentice sorcerers trailed closely,
each prepared for whatever chaos awaited.

He stood firm,
facing the five snarling demons,
his voice steady and commanding.

"Return peacefully to your dimension,"

he warned, authority resonating through his tone,

"or face consequences."

The demons hissed defiantly and lunged forward without hesitation.

The air erupted into a storm of magical energy,
vibrant spells clashing as Doctor Strange and his apprentices battled fiercely against the demons.

Defensive barriers shimmered,
magic blasts pulsed,
and the sorcerers maneuvered with practiced skill and determination.

One by one,
four demons fell,
vanishing into dark smoke and ash.

The final demon lay gravely wounded,
its breath ragged and eyes wide with terror.

Doctor Strange stepped toward the creature,
his voice cold and unwavering.

"Go and tell your master, Belasca,
that this dimension is under the protection of Doctor Strange.
Any further attempts will—"

Before he could finish,
Magik's Soulsword flashed through the demon's neck.
Their head fell neatly from its shoulders,
dissipating into shadows as its body crumpled.

"She will take the message," Magik said calmly, unsummoning her sword.

Nearby,
Suha watched her with wide-eyed admiration,
unable to stop himself from whispering,

"So hot."

Illyana turned abruptly toward Doctor Strange,
her eyes blazing with anger and frustration.

"And you said Belasca? You knew and let this happen?"

Doctor Strange sighed, his expression remaining carefully neutral.

"I thought you didn't like me being 'nosy, ' I heard," he replied dryly.

Illyana only got angrier.

"Yeah! But things are different now!
They didn't come for me—
they were trying to kill him!"

She pointed emphatically toward Suha.

"Wait, what?" Suha said with even more widened eyes.

Illyana stepped closer to Strange,
her eyes still locked and burning toward his.

"You have to tell me what's going on, Strange."

Acknowledging her concern with a solemn nod,
Strange turned and opened a portal.

"Come to the Sanctum. It will be safe. We'll talk there."

𖤐

“Limbo is splitting."
Strange conjured a shimmering three-dimensional projection, vividly illustrating the fractured structure of Limbo.

"And the epicenter of that instability…
is you,
Suha Cho.”

Suha got flustered, “Sorry—me?”

“Yes.
You are immune to Limbo-based energy.
More than that.
You neutralize it.”

Illyana's eyes widened in sudden realization.

“...That’s why you just walked through my wards that day.”

Strange nodded,

“Exactly.
His presence silences passive Limbo enchantments.
Even the ones Illyana carries unconsciously.”

Illyana absorbed his words silently,
her fingers unconsciously tracing the skin of her wrist.

“And he can even...
undo my Darkchyld form.
My body… my mind... have felt clearer.
Quieter.
Since I met him."

Strange inclined his head slightly,
his expression grave yet empathetic,

“That ‘quiet’ came at a cost.
Your presence in Limbo has been steadily overridden.
Which means Belasca—your old ghost—has found room to grow.”

With a single graceful gesture,
Strange conjured a vivid rift,
revealing Limbo's split structure, tearing apart before their eyes.

“She’s already carved out her half.
The rift is no longer metaphorical
—it’s geopolitical.”

"And she is going to invade this dimension as well..." Suha panicked.

“Let me get this straight…"

Suha said, counting on his fingers, his voice laced with disbelief.

“I walk into a cursed bookstore,
accidentally undo a demon queen,
unknowingly help a demonic usurper rise,
and now I’m the reason the world might implode?”

“I'm not breaking up with you!"

Illyana blurted it out.
Both Suha and Strange turned to her with eyes wide in surprise.
Only then did Illyana realize what she had just said.

"I mean—not that we can break up because we are something or—not that I'm needy no I mean obsessed—no I mean I like him so much—I mean—fuck." Illyana fumbled.
Hard.

"You.. like me?" Suha quietly asked with a flustered face.

Strange awkwardly continued,

"Well.. It's too late anyway.
The point where simply 'breaking up' could patch Limbo back is way past.
And this is not just because of the physical contact between you two.
This is also, or even more,
about the emotional bond that you form with him."

With trembling eyes, Suha spoke,

"The bond between she and I gets stronger,
the bond between she and Limbo gets..."

"Weak. Yes." Doctor Strange confirms.

"And it's a matter of time now
that Belasca becomes free and takes over Limbo,
entirely."

"This is bullshit," Illyana growled, sprang up from the seat.

"I will take care of Limbo. I will take care of Belasca myself!
You don't get to say anything,
ANYTHING about my relationship!!"

"Relationship?" Suha repeated, more flustered—and kind of happy.

Doctor Strange just responded with a stoic attitude.

"...Must be a lot to take.
We may continue discussing tomorrow.
At least it's not that Belasca could get out tonight."

𖤐

“You felt better near me.
But Illyana—your realm started dying.”

Suha said, sitting on the bed in the room Strange had given them for the night.

"No. Don't you say like that—It's NOT like that!! FUCK!"

Illyana paced the room in frustration,
her agitation radiating with every step,

"Let's not talk about it anymore. I need some time."

Then Suha cautiously tried to bring something else up,

"Okay.. then maybe we can talk about a few things you mentioned earlier—
like,
did you actually mean we are in a relation—"

"You are the best thing, that has ever happened to my life.
And I'm not giving up just because a stupid daughter of a former demon king,
who already broke my life once,
is trying to fuck with me!!!"

Illyana blurted again anyway.

"Oh.. right. You also said you liked me—"

"I will kill her.
I will take Limbo back in one piece.
And you and I,
travel to Korea,
and Vatican,
and, and where-the-fuck-ever we want to go!"

"...Sounds great." Suha smiled softly.

"Yeah?" At last, Illyana met Suha's eyes.

Her gaze got steady,
emotions flickering just beneath the surface.

"Yeah. Sounds.. wonderful." Suha's smile got firmer.

Illyana smiled, her upsetness washed away,
just like that.

"...Come here, you cute bastard."

So they kissed.

"So.. relationship?" Suha asked quietly, mid-make-out.

"...Yeah, fuck. Whatever."

Illyana, straddling him on the bed, smiled against his lips,
genuinely.

Notes:

Awww they are official now :)
Next update 🗓️ 07/15/25

Chapter 21: The Tea

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16]
[Chapter 22] 🗓️ 07/15/25

The night had deepened,
and at last,
the two of them quietly drifted to sleep.

Suha's arm was wrapped around Illyana's waist, and her hand rested lightly on his chest.

But in those fingers
was something primal,
an instinct that whispered:

I will never let go.

She did not dream.
For the first time in what felt like forever,
she fell into a sleep so deep
it felt like sinking into silence.

Morning sunlight poured in through the window, soft and golden. Illyana slowly opened her eyes.

Strands of tousled blonde hair caught the light, and out of new habit, she reached out to the space beside her.

But—
it was empty.

The sheets were cool.
His warmth had vanished long ago.

Her eyes snapped open.
Her heart pounded as if reacting to a single thought:

"Lost him."

She sat upright,
threw the blankets aside,
and pulled on the nearest robe on her bare body.

Her fingers curled instinctively
around an ancient magical weapon
that lay in the room
She didn’t really know what it did though.

“SUHA!!”

The door flung open like it had been kicked,
and Illyana stormed into the halls of the Sanctum,
every movement edged with combat.

The robe hung loose,
revealing smooth shoulders,
thighs,
and the elegant lines of her body.

She didn’t care.

Illyana flared at her fingertips.
Her mouth was a hard line.

“Strange...
If you’ve taken him—
If they’ve taken him—”

She slammed open the chamber doors.

“STRANGE!! WHERE IS SU—”

Stillness.

The scent of tea hung in the air.

Suha sat across from Doctor Strange,
a cup of tea cradled in his hands.

“Oh. Morning, Illyana. How was your sleep?” Suha said.

Doctor Strange, setting down his cup, added calmly, “You're early.”

Illyana froze.

Her robe was half-off,
her hair a wild mess,
and the glowing weapon in her hand...
still sparkled faintly.

“...You’re having tea. I thought you were kidnapped.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Why the fuck are you having tea.”

Suha scratched his neck, sheepish.

“I just woke up early and wandered out.
He offered.”

He glanced at Strange.

“Seemed rude to say no.”

Strange rotated his cup with complete indifference.

Illyana stood there for a beat. Then

Thunk 

She lowered the weapon.

And sat down, slowly.

Suha smiled gently and reached toward her.

“Want some?”

“...Later. I need to kill someone first." Her glare pinned Strange like a spell. "Then I’ll drink.”

𖤐

Illyana barely sat in the chair, spine tense, fingers curling quietly around the teacup as if testing reality.

Doctor Strange cleared his throat, then flicked his fingers lightly.

Ffft—

Her robe folded itself closed with a rustle.
It was even magically pressed, no wrinkles in sight.

Illyana blinked, then frowned,
placing a hand over the now-neatly fastened front.

"Seriously?"

"You're in my sanctum, half-naked, wielding a cursed plunger."

He sipped his tea with the calm detachment of a seasoned sorcerer.

"Someone had to intervene."

It was only then Illyana registered the state she had been in just moments ago. Her eyes flicked sideways toward Suha.

"What?" she muttered.

Suha offered a lopsided grin,
doing his best to avert his eyes from the memory of her exposed silhouette.

"...Nothing."

He turned away, but the subtle bulge at his groin was unmistakable.

Strange observed the exchange, then let out a contemplative hum,
shaking his head with subtle amusement.

"We need to discuss a solution for this Limbo catastrophe."

Doctor Strange opened up a topic, still seemed stoic.  

"A Solution, you say?"

Illyana narrowed her eyes and held Suha's wrist without looking.

Suha added,

"Uh.. I don't really want to live in a vacuum-sealed bunker and swear off hot girls with swords, you know."

Strange's expression stayed stoic,

"...No, it's not like that.
Again, 'breaking up' is not an optimal option at this point."

"You are gonna use him," Illyana grunted. "As a sacrificial lamb."

Suha's face immediately turned to Illyana, "Wait, what?"

Eyes on Strange, she explained,

"You nullify Limbo power, not just mine.
Which would apply the same to Belasca."

"That's why the demons tried to kill me yesterday..!" Suha gasped with the realization.

"Am I wrong, Strange?" Illyana offensively asked Doctor Strange.

"Yes, ironically, he was the reason Belasca could regrow her power,"

Doctor Strange confirmed,

"but he is also the last obstacle to obtaining her full power."

"So you are gonna shove me into a cannon and shoot in her face?"

Panicking, Suha turned his face back to Strange.

"I.. am not sure I can survive that, like, literally."

"No, Suha. You don't have to survive anything because I'm not letting him do it."

Holding Suha's wrist, Illyana stared Strange even more fierce.

"NOT before defeating me and my full force of demon army."

Illyana squeezed Suha's wrist even tighter, past the point where he started to feel pain.

Yet, Suha didn't express any discomfort.
He knew it was all from her will of protection,

love.

"Let's.. not start our own demonic war even before Belasca brings one."

Doctor Strange was still stoic, tea cup in his hand,
yet his face subtly tightened.

"And technically,
you are going to be able to command only half of the demons, Illyana.
You are not in your full force,
and that's a condition anyone wouldn't prefer,
even me, for the universe's sake.

"Half is enough to shut you down and kick Belasca's ass back to her cursed hole."

Illyana didn’t back down.

Doctor Strange lifted his eyebrow,

"And then?
You will still be with this boy, and your power keeps getting affected,
Belasca comes out again.
And that's still an IF, you can even manage defeating her in this state."

"Fuck you, Strange." Illyana growled, "You are still not touching him."

Strange sighed,
and then said,

"Does 'studying' count as touching?"

"What?" Illyana frowned, "What do you mean?"

Taking the cup to his mouth for a sip, Strange explained,

"Instead of taking Mr. Cho's full life energy to stop Belasca,
or doing nothing and just welcoming a demonic apocalypse,
let me study him.
See if we can harness his power,
reverse-engineer it.
Without costing his life itself."

"No sacrificial ritual?" Illyana asked, still not convinced.

"No sacrifice.
No rituals.
Just observation and analysis."

Strange answered, eyes closed, shaking his head gently.

Illyana glanced at Suha briefly and asked, "You can do that?"  

"We still have time.
And I am Doctor Strange,
master of the mystic arts.
I can figure this out."

Still stoic, with the teacup in front of his face,
yet this time,
Doctor Strange's eye glimmered with confidence and power.

And there was a brief silence.
Illyana and Strange kept their eyes locked in a silent standoff.

Then,
Suha raised his hand,

"If you ask me, I prefer this plan, than dying."

Notes:

Coward. Dying is overrated
Next update 🗓️ 07/17/25

Chapter 22: The Awakening

Summary:

Here comes a SMUT!(I think)

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16]
[Chapter 22] Thank you for the wait!!

"We don’t have much time," Strange said flatly. "If he’s ready, I suggest we begin the study immediately."

Illyana’s jaw tightened. "You mean experimentation."

Strange didn’t flinch. "Call it what you will. We need answers."

She looked at Suha, who offered her a quiet, steady gaze. Torn between every instinct to protect him and the urgency clawing at their door, Illyana hesitated.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

Suha nodded. "If this helps you… helps us, I want to do it."

She closed her eyes, took a breath, then finally muttered, "Fine. But the moment you even look like you're in pain, I’m pulling you out."

 

Strange chanted.
Sigils spun.
Suha stood still, shirtless under circling light.

Energy tested him—his aura flaring, his breath controlled.

Astral shapes flickered. Instruments beeped.

Acolytes scribbled.

Charts glowed.

In the corner,
Illyana watched.
Arms crossed, jaw tight.

Every twitch he made, she saw.
Every strain, she felt.
But she didn’t move.
Just stood, burning holes through Strange with her eyes.

 

That night, in the warm familiarity of their room,
Illyana’s fingers skimmed over Suha’s bare chest, tracing subtle changes.
Aura, heartbeat, tension.
She muttered complaints about Strange under her breath between each inspection.

"He’s an insufferable, smug bastard," she grumbled, checking his pulse for the third time.

"But effective," Suha offered with a grin.

She rolled her eyes. "Debatable."

A quiet beat.

Suha cleared his throat. "So... we established we are in a relationship, right?"

Illyana froze mid-check. Her eyes darted away. "I don’t know. Maybe. Yes."

He smiled. "Am I a boyfriend, then?"

"Sure. If you want."

Suha tilted his head. "What about you? Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Do we fucking really have to bring this up face to face? I said yes last night. Get some hint, idiot."

Suha laughed. "I really like us."

Illyana’s shoulders dropped slightly.

"Yeah... me too.
First, we deal with this Belasca bitch and then maybe try some…
boyfriend-girlfriend stuff."

"Boyfriend-girlfriend? You said it??
The Magik??"

"Oh shut up," she growled, tackling him back onto the bed and pressing her lips to his.

Between kisses, she murmured,

"Well, we’re fucking now. Because it’d be a shame if Strange happens to kill you with any 'study' malpractice."

Suha, breathless, grinned.

"Not sure I like the reason, but okay."

The room dimmed around them,
only moonlight brushing across bare skin and tangled sheets.
Their breaths deepened, bodies moving in rhythm
—not just with lust,
but with something heavier.

Truer.

Illyana sat atop Suha,
thighs wrapped firm around his hips.

Illyana cupped Suha's face with one hand,
and brushed down until it reached Suha's manhood.

"Illyana.." Suha moaned,

so much aroused by her action,
so much mesmerized by her beauty.

Holding his manhood under her,
Illyana answered with a coy smile.

She carefully guided him to her folds,
and as soon as they aligned,
Illyana sank down,
inch by inch,
enveloping him.

“Haah...”

A shared moan broke the stillness,

Suha's head falling back,
hands gripping Illyana's waist like a lifeline.

—Deep beneath a cavern in Limbo, where ancient magic slumbered.

Chains once forged by demonic priests trembled.

As her sealed form twitched,
Belasca's eyes snapped open,
feeling a surge of power through her.

Illyana moved above him—slow at first,
as if feeling her way through a storm of sensation.

Her spine arched with each motion,
golden hair cascading like silk over her shoulders.

Her palms pressed into Suha's chest, fingers twitching, digging in with every shift of her hips.

Each movement sent ripples through her:
the stretch,
the friction,
the fullness

—too much, not enough,
everything at once.

Within the chamber,
Belasca’s sealed form gave a shudder.
A low, guttural sound escaped her throat.
Her lips parted in a feral gasp,
the sound echoing through the dark like a predator’s first breath.

The surge of energy was unmistakable—magic, rich and unfiltered, was bleeding back into her veins.
Her fingers curled, muscles twitching under her ancient bindings.

Illyana’s entire nerve lit up in sensation.
Her abdomen tightened,
thighs flexing as her inner walls gripped around Suha.
Heat bloomed low and overwhelming.
She ground down with more force,
chasing the fullness of him,
driven by pleasure and something more primal.

Glyphs embedded in the obsidian walls smoldered and hissed,
their edges glowing with malevolent light.
Then, the sigil started to crack.
A glow flickered,
then shattered like glass in a burst of violet flame.

Illyana’s pace quickened.
Her skin flushed, head tipping back,
lips parted in a silent moan as power coiled beneath her skin.

Chains buckled.
A cuff broke open.
Belasca exhaled with a shudder, tilting her head back,
drunk on the surge.

"Hnnnnn—"

Illyana gasped.
Her rhythm turned erratic, desperate.
Fingers dug into Suha’s chest,
grounding her as waves of energy and climax surged up her spine.

Another shackle burst.
Belasca yanked the final restraint herself,
slumping forward, on her knees,
trembling,
breath heaving.

"Suha—"

Illyana choked out,
her hips rolling one last time with reckless,
overwhelming need.

Belasca raised her head slowly.
Her back straightened.
Her aura flared with blood-red light.

"Aaaaaaah—!!"

Illyana's body convulsed, climax overtaking her
—raw, unbound,
and laced with dangerous magic.

Belasca let out a shriek that tore through the planes.

Under her fully restored power,
half of Limbo crumbled beneath her awakening.

Illyana collapsed forward,
chest to chest with Suha,
breath shaking,
body alight.

“…Did you feel that?” she whispered, barely audible.

Suha, still catching his breath,

kissed her and said, “I’ve got you.”

Spent,
undone,
the two lovers fell asleep tangled together,
thick warmth trailing down from her pulsing slit.

A faint, contented smile lingered on their faces,
oblivious to the unraveling fate that now stirred beneath them;

Belasca—the fallen heir of Limbo—was unleashed.

And the consequences were yet to come.

Notes:

Belasca is coming.(Pun intended)

Next update 🗓️ 07/20/25

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Chapter 23: The Raid

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16]
[Chapter 22]

The night was quiet. Inside the bedroom,
two bare bodies lay entangled in warmth,
their breath slow and steady in the dark.

Suha was nestled under the covers up to his chest,
cradled in Illyana’s arm.

Down the corridor,
Doctor Strange and his cohort of sorcerers
moved swiftly and without expression.

Their eyes were heavy with purpose,
with Strange at the center.

He stopped before Illyana’s door
and raised a hand.

“Positions.”

His followers split in formation,
their fingers glowing with the glyphs of binding and sealcraft.

Strange stared at the door
and murmured quietly,

“On my signal.”

and they breach.

“Now.”

CRASH!!!

The door exploded into splinters,
sending shards of light and wood flying.
Several mages rushed in all at once.

Illyana and Suha jolted awake.

Suha screamed, "What the f—?!"

He instinctively yanked the blanket higher
to cover his chest and lower half,
pressing back into the bed,
his face flushed red.

"Is this a dream? Please say it's a dream..."

Illyana, by contrast, rose without a thought to the blanket.
Her whole body bare, hair tangled,
yet her eyes burning with fury.

"STRANGE!
What the fuck is this?!"

Strange, calm as ever,
stood motionless at the foot of the door.

"We’re containing an unstable threat. You refused oversight."

Illyana countered, "I just came. I'm not unstable—unless you mean sexually."

Suha whispered under his breath, "You are not helping."

One of the sorcerers began casting a spell.

Illyana lifted her hand from bed,
and with a crack, magic burst out—
knocking the spell back like a slap.

She wore no cloak or crown,
but in that moment,
she was a queen radiant with rage and power.

"I'll give you three seconds to back out.
Or I'll turn this Sanctum into Limbo."

A tense silence hung in the air, as both sides locked eyes in a deadly standoff.

Strange broke the silence at last.
His voice was calm,
too rational.

"Belasca's seal is broken. She's coming."

Illyana inhaled sharply,
and Suha's eyes widened.

Strange continued,

"There's no more time. The study was futile.
We need to seal the rift. Now."

Illyana's eyes slowly widened.

"You said no sacrificial ritual."

She turned instinctively,
placing herself between Strange and Suha.

"You lied to us?"

Strange replied, "...We can't afford sentiment at this point, Illyana."

"Sentiment?" Illyana snapped, "You are saying I am sentimental?"

At that moment,
magic in the room twisted,
and Illyana's hair lifted into the air.

"You know what?"

Glowing sigils began etching across her skin.

"I think I am."

With that one word—

Her armor summoned itself in an explosive flash.

Fragments of enchanted metal began to glow,
manifesting in midair with blinding radiance,
then locking onto her shoulders, forearms, and chest like seals sealing fate itself.

"You think you can use him?!
You think I'll let you?!"

From her right hand,
a fracture in the fabric of space tore open—
a gleaming blue blade took shape from the void.

Soulsword,
was manifested.

"You came into my bed.
You dared come for him."

"Illyana," Doctor Strange spoke, his voice calm but laced with finality—a plea wrapped in a warning.

"Please make the right decision."

Illyana's eyes blazed, fierce and unyielding.

"Try me."

With a frustrated expression, Strange raised a hand. His voice sharpened.

"Contain her. But do not harm the boy."

The sorcerers moved instantly—circling, invoking binding spells that lit the room in a cascade of sigils.

But Illyana was already in motion.

With a roar, she swung the Soulsword in a wide arc,
its radiant edge cleaving through the first glyph mid-air.

The spell shattered with a crackling burst,
its caster flung backwards against the far wall.

Another mage tried to flank her—too slow.
Illyana pivoted, the Soulsword trailing light as it cut through his incantation like paper,
reducing it to ash.

"You think I won’t burn this place down?"

She was fury incarnate
—armor gleaming,
eyes glowing,
the very air around her warping with Limbo’s rage.

Suha scrambled to gather whatever clothes he could reach, fumbling in panic.

Illyana reached behind him with one arm, slashing her other hand through the air.

A ripple of light shimmered—the structure of a portal to Limbo began to form.

But in that very instant—

CRACKLE!!

The energy field warped violently, as if torn apart.
The portal half-opened—and then slammed shut.

"You can't portal out, Illyana."

Strange's voice rang out, calm but firm, from the doorway.

"Sanctum's sealed. Surrender. You don't want to do this."

Illyana's eyes widened instinctively.
Staring at the failed portal,
she took a step back—almost involuntarily.

But the shock lasted only a second.

In a blink, her gaze hardened—the fury glinting like frost over steel.

"...Wrong."

Gripping the Soulsword in both hands, she spun and slashed the wall with full force.

BOOM!!!

The enchanted wall cracked under the blow—opening a breach, a way out.

Cold night air rushed in through the dust and debris.

She inhaled.

Then turned—and looked straight at Suha.

Her eyes, clearer than ever before, held no doubt.

"Run."

Suha's body reacted before his mind could catch up.

Yet, every step felt heavy, his heart pounding as if split in pieces.

At the end of the hallway, he turned back once.

Blue flames from the Soulsword rose through the room behind him.

"Be safe..!"

He clenched his teeth and bolted toward the stairs.

Three subordinate sorcerers cast binding arrays in unison.

Spells to compress space, slow time, and bind Illyana's magic.

But—

VOOOM—!!

Illyana explodes razor-sharp blue flares all at once.

She spun the Soulsword mid-air, tearing through all three arrays simultaneously.

Landing hard, she summoned chains from her touched-down fingertips and bound the enemies' feet.

"Damn it!" The bounded sorcerers screamed,
and the rest shot spell blasts to Illyana
—only to get sliced through incoming blasts by the tip of her blade, precisely.

Her gaze was that of a queen on the battlefield,
her body blazing with sweat and raw energy.

Meanwhile—
Midtown Manhattan.

The sky above Central Park tore open.

Like an ominous dawn,
red cracks spread across the heavens,

and at their core,
a gate to the infernal dimension burst open.

From the darkness,

The Limbo emerged.

Notes:

I am so sad and excited in the same time
that this story is running to the climax and an end.
Please stay tuned and thank you for the read, always.

Next update 🗓️ 07/22/25

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Chapter 24: The Battle

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16]
[Chapter 22]

Whoosh!—Boom!!

With every swing of Illyana’s Soulsword, the air split open with a thunderclap.

Three sorcerers dropped at once.
Their magic circles burned to cinders,
leaving only her shadow and blue flames dancing across the room.

"She is too strong!!" one of them screamed, stumbling back.

Strange’s voice cut through the chaos, calm and sharp.

"All of you. Go after the boy."

"I’ll handle her."

As the others retreated and vanished beyond the hall—only two remained.

Magik.

Doctor Strange.

Their power stirred even the dust on the floor.

Illyana spun the blade once in her hand,
eyes locked on him.

"You should’ve stayed out of my bed."

Strange shrugged off his cloak,
crimson sigils blooming at his fingertips.

"You should’ve stayed in Limbo."

Boom!!

Illyana lunged first. Her sword cleaved toward him—Strange sliced the air with a gesture, folding space in an instant.

The blade hit nothing.

A blast of magic came from behind.

Illyana twisted, slashing the spell midair, turning with momentum.

The real fight had begun.

Panting, Suha sprinted down the Sanctum’s main corridor. The front gate was just ahead.

Behind him— sorcerers gave chase, weaving binding spells, bending distance and space to close in.

"Stop him!"

Suddenly, his foot snagged— a glowing sigil caught him mid-stride.

He fell hard.

The mages surged forward, circles of magic unfolding in their hands.

"Shit..."

And then— the wall trembled.

No—tore open.

BOOM!!!!

A massive demon crashed through the outer wall of the Sanctum, kicking two sorcerers into the air with one stomp of its hooves.

"AAAAARG!!"

Brick and flame and debris exploded in all directions.

The mages faltered. The spell fields collapsed.

Suha didn’t hesitate.

"Thanks, I guess...?"

He scrambled up, leapt over shattered masonry,
and darted out into the open.

But outside— there was nowhere to run.

Manhattan was no longer real.

The sky was split with fire and black veins.
The streets were drowning in smoke and unearthly wails.

On the rooftops, horned demons howled.

They came crawling out of the dark.

A horned beast, snorting smoke and rage.
A broken woman, soaked in blood, her limbs all wrong.
A soldier stitched together with rusted steel and rotting flesh.
A burning phantom, wings ablaze, screaming through the sky.

Sirens wailed.
Civilians screamed.
But their cries were drowned
beneath the roars of the damned.

In the air,
wraiths from Limbo swept down,
sucking the screams out of the sky.

Suha took a step forward. Then another.

And finally— he stopped.

"...Holy shit."

His hands were shaking.

Even breathing felt impossible.

CLANK-CLANK-CLANK!

Illyana's Soulsword slashes through Doctor Strange’s defensive spells in three rapid arcs.

Strange retreats, folding space behind him with a snap of his fingers.

A window of light tears open midair—a magical projection.

Within it—
Manhattan,
transformed into Inferno.

Burning streets.
Screaming civilians.
Demons from Limbo ripping apart police cars,
Children wailing amidst the chaos.

"Look at it!"
"This is what's happening while you fight me."

Illyana freezes, sword held still.
Her eyes waver.
Her breath hitches.

Her magical field flickers ever so slightly.

That moment—
Strange strikes.

'NOW.'

He traces a sigil in the air, casting a binding spell.
Crimson magical cords lash out, wrapping around Illyana’s wrists and ankles.
The Soulsword clatters to the floor.

"'A war is bigger than one life.'"

"Isn’t that what you always said?
What happened to you, Illyana?
What happened to Magik?"

Illyana slowly lifts her head.
Her lips tremble.
Her eyes are bloodshot.

And then—

She smiles.

"Magik..."

Her pupils vanish into black voids.

"...is doing just FINE."

BOOM!!

Her body bursts into her Darkchylde form.

Horns curl upward.
Gray skin envelops her.
Her eyes blaze once more with blue fire.

The binding spell shreds apart.
The Soulsword flies into her hand midair.

With a scream, she charges—
Unleashing a devastating wave of magical force at Strange.

He narrowly evades it, but—
His cloak tears, and his side is slashed.

"You’re not the only one who gets to speak in maxims, Stephen."

Suha crouches between overturned cars, blood pooling around strangers.

He realizes he's just another desperate soul fleeing from ruin.

Then—
A massive magical shockwave ripples across the sky.

KRRROOOMMM!!

The heavens twist,
Blue blade auras clash against crimson wards.

Suha instinctively turns toward it.

"...Illyana."

It’s her.
It’s her power.
She’s fighting.

But—
A demon snatches a nearby civilian.

A scream.

Suha rolls to the side on reflex.

The demon now charges at him.

He runs again.

"Shitshitshit—!"

Elsewhere,
Illyana and Strange clash with ferocity.

Strange weaves complex multidimensional sigils.

Illyana counters with stepping discs and blade strikes.

They break space apart—
Fighting with nothing but belief, pain, and the ghosts they carry.

No words remain.
Only will, skill,

and fury born of love.

Suha dashes through rubble,
A sudden explosion overhead sends debris crashing down.

WHAM!

He falls, clutching his leg, trying to rise—

A demon looms just inches away.

Its hand reaches for his shoulder—

SHREEEE—BOOM!!

The demon disintegrates into ashes.

Suha blinks in shock—A glowing blue arc reactor hovers above him.

"Dramatic entrance, check."

Ironman quipped.

"Lucky it gets to be you, kid."

And along with him—

The Avengers have assembled.

Notes:

The Avengers-somehow-not-assembling-in-solo-titles kind of thing doesn't happen here. You're welcome, New York.

Thank you for the read!
Anyone excited for the intervention of the earth's mightiest heroes?

Next update 🗓️07/23/25

Chapter 25: The Avengers

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16]
[Chapter 22]

Midtown Manhattan was in chaos.

From between the glass-and-steel towers of the city,
a torrent of grotesque creatures spilled out,
flooding the streets in a tide of fire and shadow.

Their forms were a twisted nightmare—
horns splitting like broken branches,
limbs wreathed in unnatural flames,
and eyes devoid of mercy.

A towering beast led the charge, its every footfall cracking pavement,
while behind it surged a frenzied swarm of smaller demons, snapping and screeching as they chased screaming civilians.

Above the carnage,
Iron Man sliced through the air,
repulsors glowing hot as he fired blast after blast into the horde.

The shots tore through demons climbing the building walls,
sending them tumbling down like shattered insects.

"What kind of faceless-creature army is it this time?"

Tony Stark quipped through gritted teeth,
dodging a flaming projectile with a smooth aerial spin.

On the ground below,
a crash of thunder erupted as Thor swung Mjolnir.
Lightning cracked like a war drum as the enchanted hammer pierced a demon clean through the chest and hurled it into the side of a building with a deafening boom.

"These creatures... they are from Limbo,"

Thor growled, eyes narrowing at the encroaching horror.

Tony arced upward and over, firing backward as he spoke.

"You mean demons? Thought the goth kid was taking care of those."

Thor faltered mid-step. For a heartbeat, his grip on Mjolnir tightened.

"Did Magik do this?" he asked, voice low. "No way, what happened to her?"

From the street level, a figure came sprinting toward them—
Suha,
his breath ragged, sweat slick on his brow.
He waved frantically.

"No! I mean... not on purpose!
Avengers!
I need to talk to you!"

Iron Man landed hard beside him, the pavement cracking under the weight of his armor.
His faceplate slid up partway, revealing a bemused expression.

"You can find my autographs on eBay," he said. "Some pretty mint ones, too."

Suha shook his head, gasping, "It’s about Magik! And Limbo! It’s all—"

A whirling shield cut the air and skewered three demons in one clean arc.
Captain America emerged from the dust, already moving.

"Okay," Steve Rogers said firmly. "You clearly know something. What’s happening—and where is Magik?"

Suha turned and raised a hand,
pointing to the skies above the Sanctum Sanctorum.

There,
framed against a backdrop of shattered stone and curling black mist,
two figures clashed amidst swirling chaos.

One was cloaked in mystic robes, hands aglow with arcane energy: Doctor Strange.

The other was darker, fiercer, radiating a corrupted power: Magik, transformed, the Darkchylde unleashed.

Suha's voice cracked as he cried, "There!"

Illyana, or rather, the Darkchylde, brought her sword crashing down against Strange’s defense.

BOOM! BOOM!

Strange gritted his teeth, visibly straining. "Kh...!"

CRACKLE!

The shield of arcane energy shattered with a sharp pop,
and the sorcerer was hurled backward through the air,
slamming hard against a rooftop.

But the effort had taken a toll on Illyana too.
Her breathing turned ragged.

The Soul Sword trembled faintly in her grip.
Magic flickered, unstable,
and cracks began to spider across her monstrous form.

Her horns dulled.
Her fangs receded.

Slowly,

she returned to herself.

Hair soaked with sweat,
her eyes dimmed but still fierce with defiant flame.

"Magik... Illyana, please!" Strange called out from where he struggled to rise. "We don’t have to do this!"

Illyana stood motionless for a moment, chest heaving.
Her eyes were a blend of exhaustion and clear resolve.

"I really have to, Strange," she said between breaths.

"No, look at you! You've become weak!" Strange shouted with renewed urgency. "Now you can barely maintain the Darkchylde form.
It's because of the boy!"

But Illyana gave a faint, tired smile.

"And totally worth it."

She lifted her sword again.

At that moment, the very bones of Manhattan seemed to tremble.

THOOM.

THOOM...

THOOM.....!

The sky tore open above them.

Just above Strange and Illyana,
the portal to Limbo ripped wider, swirling with red and black mist
that began to spread across the city like a living fog.

And from within that mist—she appeared.

A figure walking slowly from the heart of the breach,
her silhouette both seductive and terrifying.

Iron Man zoomed in with his HUD. His tone was dry but strained.

"You know... I thought Thanos was the hottest evil queen. Until now."

Thor’s expression went cold.

"Belasca..." he muttered.

"Of course you know her." Iron Man said.

In the sky,
Strange and Illyana looked up in unison.

The woman rising into the air above the city
radiated a power that warped the space around her.

Her crimson eyes locked onto Illyana.

"Long time no see, Illyana," she said with a chilling smile.

Illyana narrowed her eyes and re-tightened her grip on the Soul Sword.

"...Bela."

Strange’s voice was grim.

"Now it’s too late. Magik, we should—"

"I know," Illyana cut him off.

She stepped forward, stance shifting into one of battle. Her cloak flared in the wind.

Now, they stood united.

 

 

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Chapter 26: The Magic with C

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Captain America took a short breath,
his eyes fixed on the horizon where Belasca's infernal pulse spread like a dark wave,
warping the air in its path.
It was not fear that crossed his face,
but calculation—the kind honed in countless battles,
where hesitation spelled death.

"So, that is the new demon queen," he said, voice low but steady.

His gaze swept across the city skyline, from the flickering streetlamps to the trembling rooftops.

"And you are the key to send her back with all this... and seal Limbo?"

Suha gave a small shrug, nodding. "As far as I understood. You know, I’m really not used to this kind of—"

Captain raised a hand to cut him off. "Got it, son."

With that, he pressed a finger to his earpiece and gave crisp orders into the comms.

"Hawkeye, secure the rooftops.
Falcon, I want high-altitude recon.
Tony, maintain suppressive fire.
Thor—frontline."

The team moved without hesitation.
This was what they did: adapt, execute,
avenge.

He turned his face to Suha, something softer, almost paternal, flickering in his voice.

"And we need someone who knows magic."

"With a 'C'!" Suha emphasized.

Captain nodded. "Yes, son."

Above them,
a ripple of scarlet energy pulsed outward,
and from its heart descended a figure wrapped in red.
Her coat flared like a banner,
and the air shimmered around her as if reality itself bent to her presence.

Scarlet Witch landed,
boots striking the ground with finality.
Her eyes blazed with resolve.

"How can I help?" she asked, already knowing the answer might cost.

Above the battlefield, at the fractured gate of Limbo,
Belasca unfolded her wings like tendrils of crimson smoke.
Her form was that of a woman, but the force in her gaze,
the terrible thrum at her fingertips, pulsed with the rhythm of Limbo itself.

She looked down at Magik and Doctor Strange with a smile.

"You look exhausted, Ilyana," she called out. "Still clinging to your borrowed glory?"

Illyana stepped forward, fingers tightening around the hilt of her soul sword.

"Still clinging to daddy's rejection?"

For a heartbeat, something flinched in Belasca's eyes.

Then she laughed.

"I was born for chaos. You were adopted into it.
He carved pieces of himself into you. I was left to carve my own name in history."

Before Illyana could respond, Doctor Strange lifted his hand.
A lattice of mirror dimension shimmered into place,
corralling the battlefield like glass walls forged from pure intent.

"Talk later," he said.

A golden sphere of magic launched from his palm,
screaming through the air toward Belasca.

Belasca quickly blocked it,
and faltered,

"Ugh!!"

Then Magik surged.

Blade met Belasca's spellshield.
Shockwaves of force and raw will erupted.

Belasca extended a hand.
Limbo responded.
A beast—massive, dark, and sinuous—burst into being,
fangs bared as it lunged straight for Illyana.

Illyana had to fall back,
but it was a matter of a second, the Soulsword tore through its hide and bone alike.
Illyana erupted from the creature's chest,
blade dripping with otherworldly ichor.

Doctor Strange raised his hands, cloak billowing with mystic wind.
He drew a glowing mandala in the air, layered with ancient sigils,
and thrust it forward.
The seal spun like a flaming wheel and struck Belasca's ward with a boom,
light bursting in all directions.

And Magik and Doctor Strange converged.

Sword-light and magic sigils pierced the air—
but Belasca twisted Limbo itself, tearing through space
as if slicing through silk, and evaded the strike.

Then, the sky fractured.

Blue light from Illyana's magic.
Golden seals burning from Strange's incantations.
Black flashes coiling from Belasca's fury.

Three forces collided, and reality bent beneath their weight.

Space and dimension unraveled,
spiraling into war.

For a moment, everyone—including the Avengers—was blinded by the impact.

"God.." Captain America gasped.

"You get to see such things... quite often, actually."

Ironman quipped, blasting another demon near him with so casual precision.

"Occupational hazard."

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Chapter 27: The Middle Ground

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The collision sent a violent shockwave across the field
—its backlash enough to stagger even seasoned sorcerers.

Doctor Strange dropped to one knee, gritting his teeth,
while Illyana stood panting, her stance momentarily broken.

Yet through the veil of ash and magical debris,
Belasca emerged unscathed.

"You didn't expect this
when you peeked into my chamber
with the fancy Agamotto's eye of yours,
Strange?"

She stepped forward with theatrical menace.

"Seems like infiltrating ladies' privacy has become your thing now, Stephen?" Illyana muttered, panting, laced with acid.

"Only under the right reason," Strange replied dryly, adjusting his balance from one knee.

"Well, well," Belasca purred. "Bad boys deserve some discipline."

She raised her hand—and with a hiss of arcane energy,
conjured a whip of crackling dark sorcery.
With a snap,
it slashed down from the sky, aiming to strike Strange with deadly force—

CRACKLE!

A burst of scarlet magic surged upward,
intercepting the blow head-on.
The whip shattered like flame against a wall of sheer will.

At the heart of the explosion stood Scarlet Witch.

Her fingertips glowed red-hot, simmering with chaos magic.
Beside her floated Suha, suspended in the air by a cushion of crimson energy.
He swayed, eyes wide.

“Illyana!! Are you okay?!” he shouted, voice ragged with urgency.

Illyana turned at the sound,
stunned.
Her grip on the Soulsword faltered for a moment,
the blade trembling in her grasp.

“Suha?!” she gasped.
“What are you doing here?!”

Wanda descended in a graceful, controlled arc.
With a flick of her wrist, she guided Suha gently nearby, one arm encircling him protectively.

She raised a brow. “Strange—I took the crash course.”

Doctor Strange dusted ash from the edge of his tattered cloak and tilted his head back with a sigh.

“Seriously?” he muttered. “Now the Captain trades lives?”

Wanda shrugged, nonchalant,

“Fortunately, he didn’t understand it that far.”

Her gaze lingered on Illyana and Suha, who stood quietly facing one another,
a silent current of emotion pulsing between them.

Wanda exhaled slowly.
Her eyes narrowed.

“…Or unfortunately,”

she murmured under her breath.

High above,
Belasca’s eyes glowed with a swirling crimson mist.
She locked onto Suha with an unnerving stillness.

"You..." she said, her voice low and trembling with ancient fury.

Suha, half-supported by Wanda’s barrier, blinked up in fright.

“Hey…?” he mumbled, nervous.

Belasca stepped forward, her silhouette cutting through the air like a serrated blade.

“It’s ironic,”

she hissed.

“I owe my freedom to your touch.
And now,
you are the last one standing between me
and the throne that was promised.”

Black flames erupted from her fingers.
“You die.”

Illyana sprang between them, the Soulsword flaring like lightning in her hands.

“NO fucking chance!”

She whirled toward Wanda,
rage igniting behind her voice.

“Wanda?! Even you signed off on this?!”

“Illyana, listen—” Wanda began, but Illyana’s fury drowned out reason.

“YOU?!! After everything—you talked me into this?!”

"Huh? She talked into what exactly?" Suha flustered.

Wanda flinched but kept her composure.

“We’re not conjuring a full sacrificial ritual,” she said steadily. “We found a middle ground. If this ends it—maybe admire the boy’s mind.”

Suha raised his hands, exasperated.

“You keep calling me a boy, but I’m actually thirty—”

Illyana cut him off with a sharp motion,
raising the Soulsword and pointing it at Wanda.

“Full or middle—he’s NOT going anywhere!”

Wanda stepped back, cautious.

“Illyana…”

Then—
Suha’s hand gently closed over hers.

His warmth pressed against her clenched grip on the Soulsword’s hilt.
Slowly,
Illyana met his eyes.

“Let’s do this together,” he whispered.

Her expression cracked. Softened.
Together,
they lowered the blade.

That was when Belasca hurled a spear of magic straight toward Suha.

BOOM!

Doctor Strange dove between them,
a luminous shield of spells rising just in time to intercept the blow.

“Maybe let them talk for five damn seconds, Wanda!” he shouted.

“In the meantime—”

Scarlet Witch stepped beside him, their stances locking into battle formation.

“I could use your help!”

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Chapter 28: The Unison

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Suha and Illyana stood still atop the fractured remains of a floating platform,
its edges crumbling slowly into the magical void beneath.

The chaos around them pulsed with energy
—crimson arcs of power rippled through the air behind them
as Wanda expanded her hex-field,
baiting another strike from Belasca.

Nearby,
Strange traced the final lines of a complex, multidimensional spell circle in midair,
the light from it casting long shadows across his features.

But in this moment, the universe contracted to a single point—

just the two of them.

Suha took a slow breath.
His voice, though soft, carried clearly between them.

"Illyana… you said I gave you part of my calm." He stepped closer, his hand reaching to rest gently over hers. "Let me give you just a little more."

His fingers curled over her knuckles with steady warmth.

"What if—my soul, part of it, becomes your weapon?"

"What? No!" Illyana didn't want to hear more already.

"Illyana, you said the sword already holds part of you." Suha tried to persuaded her,

Illyana's eyes fluttered shut.

His proposal was too naive.
Too reckless.
And yet—

too full of hope.

A raw, aching kind of hope
that scraped against the scars of everything she'd lost.

She shook her head slowly, voice low.

"It could fail." Her voice trembled. "You're not a superhuman. Your soul will just be torn apart."

Suha didn’t flinch.

"But if it works…" His hand tightened over hers. "We win. And we stay together."

He leaned in,
searching her face.

"If the only way we get to be together...
is by letting the world burn—"

He drew in a breath and stepped even closer,
his eyes locked with hers.

"Then what’s the point?"

He reached for her other hand,
holding both now with quiet desperation.

"I want us to survive.
But not like that."

"Suha... I can't... I...." Illyana couldn't find any word,

"We do this the right way.
We try.
And if it works—"

Suha's voice trembled now,
thick with hope.

"We save everyone.
Including us."

Illyana opened her eyes.

And in them,
tears shimmered
—the kind that came when you let someone matter too much,
even for a second.

She bit her lip hard,
a choked sound escaping her throat.

"...You're so stupid."

She yanked him forward and kissed him.

And,
as well,
he made the most of it.

Then,
without hesitation,
she turned.
Her fingers curled once more around the Soulsword.

Behind them,
Wanda's voice rang out through the chaos.

"You’ve got ten seconds, Strange!"

The Scarlet Witch conjured a storm of crimson magic,
sending wave after wave into the air to scatter Belasca’s form.

Doctor Strange sliced through the sky with precision,
casting a layered sigil;

The atmosphere distorted, warping the skyline around them.
Buildings twisted,
gravity faltered.

Belasca blinked, visibly shaken.

"What the—"

Scarlet Witch seized the opening,
hurling red magic that bound Belasca in crackling restraints.

"Time to go back home, Bela!!" Magik roared and surged forward,

the Soulsword in her grasp glowing violently, overcharged with volatile Limbo energy.

"Illyana, NOW!"

"WRRRRRAAAAAAA!!!!!"

At Doctor Strange's signal,
Magik swung the blade in a wide arc,
unleashing its full might.

Golden sigils and arcs of searing blue flame collided midair,
spiraling outward into a massive, pulsating portal that thundered like a heartbeat.

Belasca was pulled toward the center of the spell with gravitational force,
her body contorting against the pull.

She twisted her face into a sneer,
half rage,
half laughter.

"You’re sending me home?!
You’ll regret it!!"

The sheer might of the two most powerful sorcerers was staggering,
even to Suha.

He stumbled,
breath caught in his throat,
overwhelmed by the raw energy surging through the air.

"Hold on!"

Scarlet Witch raised her arms,
forming a crimson dome that enclosed
herself,
Illyana,
and Suha
in a protective shield.

Illyana reached for Suha's hand,
gripping it tightly.

With her other,
she slashed the air once more with the Soulsword,
commanding the portal to Limbo.

The brilliance of magic consumed everything—
Suha could no longer see the world around him.
Only Illyana's hand, warm and real in his own,
grounded him.

At the edge of the portal,
Limbo's blue energy pulsed one last time—

—and then,
with a soft, final snap,
it vanished.

All that remained in the real world was a burning cityscape, smoke curling into the sky.

Doctor Strange stood still, watching the empty sky where the portal closed.

"Good luck, all of you."

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Chapter 29: The Limbo

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Limbo.

Near a cliff edge of a rock mountain,
the portal opened,
Illyana, Suha, and Wanda appear.

Then it sealed shut with a low, final hum.

As the light vanished, they were consumed by the world beyond
—a realm of red and black mist,
a sky twisted beyond sanity,
and a wind that shrieked like distant, dying voices.

The ground beneath them pulsed with grotesque irregularity,
like scorched flesh refusing to settle.
Jagged cliffs and the roots of long-dead things jutted upward,
clawing toward the heavens as though trying to rip them apart.

Suha held his breath, then spoke quietly.

"...This is where you grew up?"

Even Wanda, ever steady,
could offer no answer.

Silence weighed heavy.

When Suha stepped forward,
his body instinctively recoiled.
The earth recoiled back.

Every inch he crossed summoned flickers—
phantoms of screams,
shards of broken memories burned into the terrain.

His voice trembled as much as his gaze.

"You were a child... in this?
You... survived here?"

Illyana said nothing.
She merely turned her face slightly, eyes shut,
as if bracing against a wind that wasn't there.

Suha looked at her.
His breath caught.

Then,
softly,
tears slid down his cheek.

"...You didn’t deserve this.
No one does."

Illyana reached for his hand—
slowly,
as if the motion itself might shatter her.

Fingers brushing first,
then curling gently into his.

Her voice was barely a whisper.

"I stopped believing in what I deserved a long time ago."

Suha answered without pause.

"Then I’ll believe it for you.
And I’ll keep doing that until you can, too."

In that brief, fragile moment,
surrounded by the nightmare of Limbo,
the two of them were the only warmth that remained.

From the cliff's edge, across the war-torn horizon,
Belasca's forces erupted from the ground like creatures born of blood and shadow
—clad in bone-forged armor, wielding spears bound with sinew.
Even the air smelled of rot and ruin.

Suha stepped back instinctively,
and the ground beneath him trembled
—as if the land itself sought to swallow him whole.

Magik stepped forward, her voice rang cold.
"Half of this realm still remembers who made it bleed."

Her blade cuts through a festering, fleshy growth on the ground.

"And they still bleed for me."

With an outstretched hand,
she summoned them—
ancient demons with eyes like withered moons,
beasts marked by brands of loyalty.
They rose and formed ranks beside her,
opposing Belasca's dark legion.

And then—they roared.

Behind Magik,
the Scarlet Witch took her place beside Suha,
both of them standing within the intricate geometry of a glowing, ancient sigil.

"Embedding a living soul into a Soul Sword... isn't just dangerous."

Wanda explained carefully,

"If the blade rejects it, it'll obliterate what it cannot hold."

Suha knelt,
eyes closed,
centering his breath.

Illyana joined him,
planting the Soul Sword into the earth
and kneeling at his side.

"Are you sure about this, Suha?"

Her voice was tender,
almost pleading.

He offered her a gentle smile,
as if trying to reassure her instead.

"We agreed.
Let’s try."

Illyana had to make up her mind.

"...Okay."

Illyana said nothing.
Her gaze never left Suha.
And Suha's never left her.

"You don’t have to be afraid for me, Illyana.
I’m here.
And I trust you."

Illyana shut her eyes for a moment,
then slowly shook her head.

"I’ve seen what this sword does to souls. 
Even mine."

Suha found her face again,
and said quietly,

"But you’re still here. 
You carried that alone.
Let me carry a piece of it now."

Then—the sky split open once more.

With enormous wings and a silhouette steeped in shadow,
Belasca descended again.

"A ritual in my house?
That’s cute."

Illyana turned to Suha again.
But this time,
it wasn’t fear in her eyes.
Nor rage.

Her voice was trembling,
"You could die."
Suha moved closer and cupped her face.

"Or we might win.
And live.
Our happily-ever-after,
remember?"

Illyana bit her lip.
Then she offered him the sword.

"Then come into me.
Only part.
But make it count."

Wanda lifted her hands again.
Red magic pulsed upward from Suha’s chest.

His eyes fluttered shut as the world faded into a haze of crimson and cobalt.

The ritual had begun.

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Chapter 30: The Ritual

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Scarlet Witch raised her hands,
crimson magic crackling from her fingertips.

The Soulsword began to hum in Illyana’s grip,
blue fire dancing along its edge.

It trembled—as though alive.

Illyana murmured, "...It’s waking up."

On the battlefield,
the summoned demons clashed in a storm of shrieks and gore.
Blood sprayed the broken earth of Limbo.

Within Wanda’s glowing circle,
Suha and Illyana stood face to face.

The Soul Sword quivered in her grasp.

Wanda warned.

"You may see things. Feel things. Don’t fight it. Let it happen."

Wanda spreads her arms wide.
Crimson magic ripples to life,
rising from Suha’s chest in a pulse of heat and light.

His eyes flutter shut,
as the world drowns in a haze of red mist.

And then—color itself vanishes.

A monochrome abyss.

Suha floats in empty space—weightless, unanchored.

There is no light.
No sound.
Just a silence that devours.

Yet it isn't emptiness.
Not quite.

Around him,
fragments of memory drift like ash suspended in still air
—quiet, slow, and inevitable.

A child's hand sketching by lamplight.
A mother’s unreadable face.
Mocking laughter in a school hallway.
A stack of rejection mails, each one heavier than the last.

The dusky quiet of a bookstore,
and her eyes.
Her lips.
Her body.

And then—

Her sword.

 

Suddenly,
new memories seep into the abyss—
alien and jagged,
unmistakably not his own.

A young girl crying amid firelight and smoke.
A child pressed into shadow, silent as beasts of Limbo sniffed the air around her.
The quiver of small hands grasping a sword for the first time.
The curling sneer of a demon lord, his voice like rusted iron.

"You will be my heir."

Then—a flash of blood,
defiance,
and trembling rage:
A girl, soaked in crimson, raises her blade and screams,

"I AM NOT YOURS!!"

And at the heart of that vision,
Suha's soul resonates.

And then,

The Soulsword emerges before Suha
—not as a weapon,
but a presence.

Its form twists and pulses,
serpentine and alive,
like a creature called forth from the deep.

It circles him,
silent and deliberate,
as though weighing his very essence.

Will it accept him?
Or erase him entirely?

Without a word,
Suha reaches into himself and offers his heart
—not metaphor,
but the raw, glowing truth of it.

"Her darkness doesn’t scare me.
I came to carry it with her."

 

The Soulsword slows its spinning,
the momentum winding down
until it halts before the heart Suha holds out—
glowing,
trembling,
offered without hesitation.

For a breathless moment,
it does nothing.

As if considering.
Testing.

Then,
with eerie grace,
it begins to absorb the gift.

Light shifts.
Red and blue mingle, twist, and fuse—
until a deep, radiant violet burns at the sword's core.

Around them,
the darkness shudders.

It tears apart like brittle cloth—ripped wide open and swallowed by radiant light.

Suha's body shudders,
veins glowing faintly as if lightning threads beneath his skin.

Wanda stands nearby,
jaw clenched,
crimson energy pouring from her hands
—barely holding the ritual together.

"What the fuck is going on?! Stop it!" Illyana’s voice cracks with panic.

"No," Wanda breathes, her eyes locked on the blade. "It’s working."

The last trace of red soullight drains from Suha's chest into the blade.

And in that moment,
the Soulsword transforms.

Illyana watches in stunned silence
as the weapon in her grip reshapes itself
—sleeker,
stronger,
burning with a new hue.

No longer just hers.
Now,
it carries the imprint of not only her,

but him.

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Chapter 31: The Queens

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The moment the Soul Sword fully reformed—
a surge of light burst from Suha's body.

His knees gave way,
and he collapsed,
as if all warmth had been drained from him.

"...worth it..." Suha said, faintly, breath hitching.

Eyes half-lidded,
his consciousness slipped away.

Wanda gasped,
her fingers instantly weaving another sigil into the air.

"No—no no no. Stay with me."

Scarlet threads unraveled like silk,
wrapping around Suha's body in stabilizing enchantments.

"You gave too much."

With calm urgency,
she channeled practiced magic,
anchoring the fragments of Suha's soul before they could disintegrate completely.

Magik,
now wielding a reborn Soul Sword,
swept it once through the air.

A violet shockwave ripped across the warped sky of Limbo.

Her eyes— no longer burning with rage or clouded by fear.
Only resolution.
And true power.

She told Wanda, "Keep him breathing. I'll keep everything else from ending."

She turned, calling out to the demonic horde and beasts loyal to her cause.

"To me!
My minions!!"

Her army roared under her command.

"The false queen dies tonight."

And with her shadow rising at her heels,
with the cry of her war echoing through Limbo,
Illyana Rasputina—the true Sorceress Queen of Limbo—
charged into battle at last.

The battlefield of Limbo thrashes like a living beast.
Belasca's forces surge forward like a monstrous tide—
disembodied wraiths,
winged hunting beasts,
giant demons with flesh melting from their bones.

Queen Illyana, Magik,
stood alone before them.

Left hand extended,
right hand gripping the Soulsword,
now reborn in violet flame.

She murmured quietly,
“Let’s see what you’ve become…”

Magik lunged at a hulking demon,
plunging her sword deep into its body.

SMACK!

A pulse of unfamiliar vibration and resonance rippled from the blade.
The demon didn’t just die where it was struck—
it imploded from within,
folding in on itself like crushed paper.

“…It’s erasing them.”

When she was confronted by the next target, the blade didn’t slice.
It pulled up a defense,
analyzing the enemy’s movement,
and unleashing a precise counterwave.

Exposing a weakness,
the demon stumbled—
and Magik finished it with ease.

Illyana smiled, “You’re… thinking with me?”

Her sword pierced another demon’s heart.
It screamed as it vanished— and from its dissolving body,
a lost human soul drifted free.

In that moment, Illyana felt it: Suha’s essence
—empathy, connection, protection—
infused into the blade.

“You’re fighting to save, not just destroy.”

Gripping her sword anew,
she stepped forward.

“Then let’s save everything.”

And finally,
from within the cursed fog,
Belasca floated into view.

The battlefield fell into silence.
Every demon, even the twisted structures of Limbo,
seemed to hold their breath,
awaiting the clash of queens.

Belasca's eyes glowed crimson,
and even the roots of Limbo quivered at her fingertips.

She floated above the ground,
red eyes dim with history.
“He handed you my throne—my birthright—like tossing away a child doll.”
Her voice was low and venomous,
filled with rage of betrayal.

"And now you cling to that human, as if he somehow makes you whole?"

That made Illyana glance back at Suha,
barely breathing under the care of Scarlet Witch.

Noticing that, Belasca mocked,

"Don’t you see? You’ve never belonged here. You’re still just playing queen.”

"You know what, Bela? Maybe you are right." Illyana said, calmly.

"He reminded me that I could be more than a throne.
More than the dark child Limbo made me."

She gripped her sword tighter.

"That I could be...

loved."

Illyana raised her sword.
Its red and blue light blazed to the ends of the sky,
resonating like a colossal heartbeat through Limbo.

Belasca faltered, her fury breaking through her poise.

"LOVE IS A LIE YOU TELL YOURSELF WHEN YOU LOSE YOUR POWER!
HE DIDN'T MAKE YOU WHOLE,
HE IS JUST ANOTHER LEASH!!"

Belasca began to weave black sorcery.

"You’re no queen, Illyana—just another broken girl pretending she’s fine being alone.”

And Illyana readied her Soulsword.

"I feel bad for you, Bela."

The two moved in an instant.
Slicing through the twisted sky—

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Chapter 32: The Clash

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A blinding clash split the skies of Limbo.
Magik's blade, ablaze with eldritch light,
met the seething core of Belasca’s black magic.

The shockwave tore outward like a second birth of the realm—violently, mercilessly.
Entire plateaus cracked and disintegrated into the abyss.
Even Scarlet Witch,
caught at the edge of the collision,
had to throw up a barrier at the last second
—barely shielding herself and Suha from the clash.

On the war-torn plains below,
demon legions from both queens’ armies faltered by the shock wave.
Regiments collapsed,
cohesion lost.

Tens of thousands of infernal eyes turned skyward,
watching in paralyzed awe as the heavens of Limbo
fractured under the sheer force of the duel.

Belasca rose through the ruin like a storm made flesh.
Dark tendrils erupted from her outstretched hand,
lashing toward Magik with venomous intent.

A portal bloomed beneath Magik’s feet—a golden-edged Stepping Disk cutting through reality—and she reappeared behind Belasca in a flicker of intent.
The tentacles snapped at empty air, severed in their chase.

Belasca snarled,
whirling to conjure an orb of writhing black mass,
hurling it toward Illyana.

Illyana didn’t flinch

With a single, fluid sweep of the Soulsword,
she sliced through the spell mid-flight.
One.
Then another.
And another.
Each orb disintegrated with a screech of tortured magic, collapsing into flickers of dust.

“You were just a vessel!” Belasca screamed. “A container!! For Father's design!”

Illyana’s voice cracked like lightning.

“I made myself.
Out of ruin.
Out of ashes.”

Rage twisted Belasca’s expression.

"Shut your stupid mouth!!"

She raised her arms high—
and the sky obeyed.

A tide of crimson-black meteors emerged from the clouds,
arcing downward in a hellish barrage.

The meteor storm rained devastation upon the battlefield,
indiscriminately engulfing demon legions from all sides.

Scarlet Witch, straining against the onslaught,
was forced to conjure an even stronger sigil-shield
to withstand the infernal downpour.

But Illyana didn’t retreat.

She raised her sword,
and light erupted—
not from within her, but through her.

Suha’s soul—
his memory,
his love,
his stubborn light—had been fused into the blade.

From that shared essence,
she called forth radiant force,
and the meteors evaporated mid-air,
one by one,
like snowflakes cast into flame.

“You fight with a borrowed soul...!” Belasca roared, now livid.

“And I choose to share mine!” Illyana cried, eyes blazing.

Belasca conjured a giant scythe of her own—
jagged, pulsing, made of the void between stars—
and hurled herself forward in a scream of fury.

Illyana met her halfway.

FOOOM—

The final duel had begun.

Two blades clashed with a shock,
even distorting the very plane of Limbo.

With one ferocious arc of Belasca's scythe,
the earth beneath them split apart.

With one counter slash of Magik's Soulsword,
the towers in the distance fell down.

"Time to reunite with your daddy, Bela!!!" Illyana roared.
"Why don't YOU say farewell to your boytoy?!" Belasca snarled.

As the two queens exchanged relentless
strikes after strikes,
blow after blow,
even time itself seemed to falter.

Every presence in Limbo
—be it demon, sorcerer, or specter—
was seized by it,
didn’t dare to look away.

Even the Scarlet Witch,
the grand master of chaos,
forgot to take her own breath.

"Illyana...!"

Suha,
still unconscious,
was barely grasping his life energy under Wanda's sigil.

But Illyana could feel his presence closer than ever.
Her soul and his resonated,
forging the Soulsword from its core.

And the two queens collided—
a brutal blade-lock,
the scythe and the sword caught in a snarling deadlock.

Muscles strained.
Teeth clenched.
Their eyes locked harder than the steel between them.

"I will take the throne.
I will take the power.
I will take EVERYTHING back from you!!!"

Belasca cried.

Illyana's stance started to falter; she was barely holding against a pure demon's strength.

Illyana closed her eyes.

The moments passed:
all the intimate nights,
countless kisses,
his stupid smile,
his warm hand, 
and 
him.

The image,
the very first time she saw him.

The heartbeat—
that she never thought she could have. 

"No."

Illyana whispered.

"You are not taking this from me.
Not again."

And the Soulsword pierced through.

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Chapter 33: The Bond

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The whole realm fell into silence,
witnessing the fall of the rogue queen.

"You think you can be happy?"

Belasca whispered,
blood spilling from her lips.

"Not so different... you and I..."

And just like that,
she dissolved into the air of Limbo
—becoming one with the very realm she had so desperately longed to own.

The demons who had witnessed the battle,
where the fate of the realm was decided,
fell to their knees,
one by one.

They had been divided once.

Now,
they bowed under a single name:

Illyana Rasputin.

The queen said nothing.

She simply raised her sword and pointed it toward the heavens.

The sky split open. 
Light poured down through the cracks.
The earth trembled,
and the dimension itself seemed to celebrate the return of its true lord.

Yet there was something—
someone
—far more precious to Illyana
than the might of the infernal realm.

"Suha!!"

He lay crumpled on the ground,
his breath shallow,
a wisp away from fading.

Wanda knelt beside him,
doing all she could to stabilize him.
But even her voice wavered.

"Besides not being a superhuman,
he gave too much to the sword."

The Scarlet Witch’s tone was heavy with sorrow.

"What’s left of his soul isn’t strong enough to keep him alive."

Illyana dropped to her knees.

She laid the Soulsword down,
and reached for Suha’s face with hands that trembled
—not from fear,
but from the unbearable weight of what was slipping away.

"Suha..." she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

His eyelids fluttered open.
The sharpness in his gaze was gone,
but the warmth remained—soft, familiar, achingly human.

“You did it,” he murmured. “You won.”

A crack rippled through her composure.

“No,” she said, voice shaking. “We did.”

One trembling hand found hers.

“That sword... it’s better now.
You’re better.
You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

Illyana closed her eyes as the words tore through her.

“Don’t,” she pleaded, barely audible. “Don’t talk like that. We are going home.”

But he shook his head slowly,
each motion a visible struggle.
His lashes lowered,
breath thinning.

“I can’t feel my chest,”

he said, almost smiling.

“But no worries...
It’s kind of cool... you know?
Dying for the universe.”

The corners of his lips rising with that same, foolish, boyish smile
that had disarmed her from the start.

She pressed her forehead to his.
Her tears fell quietly,
slipping to the corners of his eyes.

“No,” she whispered. “You don’t get to go first.”

His body jerked once in a final breath.

Then stilled.

His hand slipped from hers.

Wanda’s voice came gently,
like a bell tolling through fog.

“He’s fading.”

Illyana gripped the Soulsword with both hands.
It throbbed with her pain,
resonating in sympathy.

She thrust the blade toward Wanda.

“Take his soul out of this!” she demanded, her voice raw and breaking. “Give him back!”

Wanda shook her head,
sorrow etched across her face.

She reached out,
fingertips brushing the blade.

“Illyana... I’m sorry.
The part of his soul he gave
is completely bonded to the sword,"

Wanda explained with great sadness,

"Your sword is too powerful.
Once it’s caught,
there is nothing I can do.”

A void opened in Illyana’s gaze.

She bit her lip,
swallowed hard,
then spoke with eerie clarity.

“Then give him mine.”

Wanda blinked, stunned. “What...?”

“Take part of my soul.
Give it to him.
So that he can regain enough energy to survive.”

Her voice cracked,
but her tone didn’t waver.

“Do it. Now.”

Wanda hesitated. “Illyana... are you sure? The cost—your power—”

“I said,
now.”

Her voice was fire.

Wanda froze.

Then Illyana’s walls broke entirely.

Her voice dropped to a whisper,
barely holding together.

“...Please.”

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Chapter 34: The Souls

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Wanda gave a small nod.

Slowly,
with deliberate care,
she lifted her hands and began to weave the air around her
into a glowing crimson circle.

Magic shimmered at her fingertips
as she extended her hand forward,
her touch landing lightly on Illyana’s chest.

Wanda gave a small nod.

Slowly,
with deliberate care,
she lifted her hands and began to weave the air around her
into a glowing crimson circle.

Magic shimmered at her fingertips
as she extended her hand forward,
her touch landing lightly on Illyana’s chest.

Wanda gave a small nod.

Slowly,
with deliberate care,
she lifted her hands and began to weave the air around her
into a glowing crimson circle.

Magic shimmered at her fingertips
as she extended her hand forward,
her touch landing lightly on Illyana’s chest.

The moment her fingers made contact,
red light bloomed from the point of connection.
It spread across Illyana’s skin like ripples on still water,
casting her in a soft, ominous glow.

Ancient sigils flared to life across her chest,
encircling the space above her heart with arcane fire.

Illyana closed her eyes.
She inhaled deeply,
holding the breath for a moment—
then slowly exhaled,
her shoulders trembling.

Then,
the red light began to lift.

Magic peeled away from Illyana’s chest,
separating from her body in elegant strands.
It floated upward,
as if it had a will of its own.

A piece of her very soul was being pulled free.

Illyana’s face turned pale.
Her hands began to shake.
She didn’t cry out
—but silent tears streamed down her cheeks.

Wanda’s lips barely moved.
Her voice, hushed and reverent, was almost consumed by the quiet hum of the spell still lingering in the air.

“The soul bridge is holding,” she murmured, as if any louder might shatter it. “The transfer… it’s beginning.”

A gentle glow descended onto Suha’s chest,
and a subtle wave of light—the soul energy—spread out through his body.

His fingers twitched involuntarily at the contact,
a faint vibration running through his hand.

Then—
his eyelids fluttered,
and slowly,
they opened.

“…Illyana?”

he whispered,
voice dazed.

Illyana gasped softly,

“Suha?”

Her hand reached out,
trembling,
and cupped his face,
moving hers right in front.

“I’m here.” she said, barely audible.

A faint smile curved Suha’s lips.

“So.. this is not heaven. Good.”

Illyana weakly burst out a teary laugh.

Wanda watched silently.

“It’s done,” she said. “He’ll live.”

Suha drew a shaky breath. “What happened…? I thought I had an epic death scene.”

Illyana smiled through her tears. “It wasn’t that good,” she said with a shrug. “So I edited it out.”

“Man,” Suha grinned weakly, “you’re worse than my editor.”

Their lips met in a kiss—short, but steeped in emotion.

A kiss
that confirmed they were still here,
still alive.

“You know,” Suha said, “speaking of the editor… I think I’m way behind my deadline.”

He pushed himself up slightly. “Let’s go home. On the way, we grab—”

He stopped.

Illyana wasn’t smiling.
Her expression had gone still,
her eyes unreadable.

“…Illyana?” he asked, voice tightening.

She opened her mouth,
then closed it again.

Wanda stepped in quietly.

“She gave a part of her soul to save you,” she said. “Her power is weaker now.”

Suha let out a short, incredulous laugh.

“So?
As long as she’s got enough stamina to ride me, I’m good.
Honestly, her grinding on me a few hours less might actually be better for my life expectancy.”

“Suha.” Illyana sighed.

“Yeah?”

She hesitated.

Then, in a small voice,

“…I can’t go back with you.”

His body stiffened.

“…What? Why? You’re kidding, right?”

Wanda stood.

“I’ll give you two some time.”

she said gently,
and with a nod,
disappeared in a swirl of red magic.

Now,
only the two of them remained.

Confusion and fear warred across Suha’s face.

“With this shrunken power,” Illyana said solemnly, “I can’t keep Limbo stable from your world.”

“What…?” His heart sank, deeper than ever in his life.

“I have to stay here. To maintain the balance.
To make sure…
this never happens again.”

“That’s… nonsense!
We saved the world, and we pay the price like this???”

Suha grabbed Illyana,
a little too hard,
but she didn’t mind.

Because from now on,
every touch matters.

And feeling that,
Illyana couldn’t say a word.

“Ok… easy fix.
I can stay here with you!
I will call my editor I quit!”

“No, Suha.
That’s impossible.
Humans just can’t stay in Limbo for as longer.”

Illyana couldn’t lift her face.
Couldn’t see his devastated eyes.

“It deteriorates you; once you step in,
you are already dying slowly.”

“Good.
I almost died once already.
They say the second time is a charm.
I am staying.”

Suha tried his best to keep the cool,
but his eyes were already welling up with tears.

“You are not listening!
Please, Suha!
That’s not what I want!!

I WANT YOU TO LIVE!!!”

Illyana cried, tears bursting out.

“I want to live with YOU!!”

“Me too! Oh, Suha.
Me too…”

On the cliff edge of the Infernal realm,
the two lovers embraced each other, stronger than ever,
as if they were supposed to be one single being,
as if doing so could miraculously change something. 

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Chapter 35: The Love(Fin.)

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Illyana took Suha’s hand gently—neither forceful nor hesitant, just sure.

Without a word,
she led him deeper into Limbo,
past jagged landscapes and warped shadows,
until they reached a hidden palace that only she knew how to find.

The architecture loomed: spires of black crystal and bone, lit by flickering blue fire.
It was unmistakably Limbo—a place born of chaos—but within the towering structure,
silence reigned.

No monsters stirred.
No screams echoed.

This was her place.
Her sanctuary.

Once a prison,
now the only space in all realms that belonged to her alone.

They walked through vast halls,
each step echoing beneath vaulted ceilings.
At the heart of it all lay a chamber—a colossal bed like an altar.
The heavy doors shut behind them with the sound of fate.

They turned to face each other.

There were no more words.
Only breath, and the soft rustle of falling fabric.

Layer by layer,
they removed armor,
grief,
exhaustion
—until only skin and soul remained.

Illyana’s hands trembled as they touched Suha,
not from fear
but from reverence.

She pressed her forehead to his.

“I want to remember… everything about you,” she whispered. “Even when I can’t see you again.”

Suha cupped her cheek,
his thumb grazing the trail of a tear.

“Then let’s make it unforgettable,” he said.

And they did.

She walked toward the bed,
pulling him gently along.

As she sat down,
her arms encircled him.

Their embrace wasn’t frantic.
It was slow,
as if engraving this memory for a long goodbye.

As Suha’s fingertips trailed down her back,
a transparent heat rose across her skin.
Though her body was cool,
her core was burning.

When his lips touched the base of her collarbone,
the very air of Limbo rippled.

His hand slid up the inside of her thigh,
trembling slightly—not from hesitation,
but from the gravity of this moment.

It might be their last.
That thought pressed through his touch.

When his fingers found her center,
already wet,
Illyana flinched from the intimacy.
She clasped his neck,
breath hitching,
not from lust alone—but from the sensation
of being grieved,
loved,
remembered.

There was no rush.
No finality.
Only the aching need to exist together in this place
where the rest of the world could not reach them.

As Suha slowly caressed her with two fingers,
Illyana lifted her hips,
aligning her rhythm to his.

His thumb circled over her clit while inside,
his touch repeated in tender motion.

A soft moan escaped her lips.

“Right there… yes…”

Illyana inhaled deeply.
It wasn’t from surprise or resistance—
it was the breath of memory.

The weight of this man,
this moment,
this sacred attention.

When his hand slid away,
she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist,
welcoming him.

As he pushed into her slowly,
Illyana closed her eyes.

Inch by inch,
he filled her.

The sky above Limbo cracked ever so slightly.

“Ah…”

Suha watched her face,
trying to memorize every detail.

As he drew back,
the friction coaxed matching moans.
Then he pushed deeper—eliciting a groan from both.

Their movements were controlled,
but the emotion was raw.
Every thrust brought a heavy pressure inside her belly,
each time stirring a wet, shuddering echo deep within.

She clawed at his shoulders with every breath.
Her nails said what her words couldn’t:

I never want to let go.

As her climax neared,
sweat coated her skin,
a blush rising to her ears.
Her pelvis trembled,
thighs clenching around his hips.

Breathless,
her body arched,
her core tightening as a long moan escaped.

“Suha—”

Illyana gasped,
the first to fall,
and red flowers bloomed across Limbo’s desolate earth.

But they didn’t stop there.

Suha slowed,
resumed with deliberate care.

His hands gripped her waist,
changing angles to stimulate the deep, sensitive spot inside her.

Illyana lost the words to speak,
communicating now only through breath, sound, and gaze.

Her moans swelled,
the walls of Limbo trembled.

Their bodies collided with force,
the sound echoed through the palace.

As his fingers teased her nipples,
she arched and bit down her cry.

Another climax was approaching her,
violent and trembling.
She collapsed onto his chest,
shivering.

She whispered,

“Have me.”

It wasn’t permission.
It was surrender.

Suha took a ragged breath,
held her close,
and thrust deep once more.

“Aaaaaah—!”

Her walls clamped down with such force it nearly sent him over.
He grunted and stopped the movement.

Both needed a break,
but neither of them could bring themselves to let go of the other.

Illyana gently pushed him down onto the bed.

“Now…
it’s my turn to remember you.”

After they caught their breath,
she straddled him and began to explore every inch—
his tense chest,
the subtle tremor of breath beneath skin.

When her face hovered over his length,
she paused.

Watching.

“This is you,”

she murmured,
and wrapped her hand around him.

Then her lips followed.
She took him in slowly,
reverently,
savoring every sensation.

He groaned.

She smiled inwardly,
responding to each shift in breath
with her lips,
tongue,
and hands.

Not just swallowing all at once.

But slowly,
to memorize the feeling and the taste.

Suha ran a hand through her hair,
the other clasping her hand.

“Illyana…”

She didn’t speak,
only nodded against him.

“I want this.”

When she finally took him in fully,
his hands wrapped into her hair,
hips lifting instinctively.

“God…
Illyana…”

She didn’t stop—
adjusting rhythm,
licking slowly each time her lips parted.
Her fingers gently stroked his base.

His breath quickened.
Heart pounded.

She absorbed everything.

Eventually,
she rose,
placing her palm on his chest.

“I remember you now.”

And then—

She climbed onto him.

When she sank down,
it carried the weight
of love,
grief,
and restrained power.

Her hair spilled over his chest like golden silk.
His hands clutched her hips as if to anchor time.

She stayed still,
feeling him pulsing inside her.

“Stay still,” she whispered. “Let me feel you.”

Then she lifted her hips,
slowly,
and came down again.

Their bodies found rhythm,
rising and falling like the tide.

“Suha…
don’t forget this…”

His hands roamed her waist,
cupped her breasts,
brushing her nipples gently.

Each time,
her muscles tensed around him.

Above them,
Limbo’s sky churned with red heat and swirling blue
—a reflection of her building climax.

She moved faster.

Their bodies slick with sweat,
her thighs and core soaked.

When her pelvis rolled forward and he struck her front wall—

She broke again,
deeper,
longer.

“Suha…!!
Oh—God—!!!”

She collapsed onto him.

Suha laid her down gently.
Illyana welcomed him with open eyes.

She swept her damp hair behind her ear and whispered:

“Now…
have me for real.”

He kissed her forehead.

And carefully entered her again.

Her body,
still hot and trembling,
clung to him.

His motions were slow, steady, deliberate—
each one a vow.

Illyana watched him,
eyes wide,
whispering,

“Don’t go easy.
Don’t stop until I shatter.”

He moved harder.

Her body jolted under him—
his rhythm sculpting her from the inside out.

She dug her nails into his shoulders.
He caught her hands,
kissing her wrists,
her neck,
her chest.

When they reached the edge together—

All of Limbo answered.

He drove in deep—

And she arched,
shattering in his arms.

He followed,
crying her name,

“ILLYANA—!!!!”

He spilled into her,
filling her with his seed.

They stayed entangled long after. 
She lay across his chest,
fingers splayed,
feeling the beat of his heart.

It wasn’t their last union of the night.

Again and again,
as breath returned,
they claimed one another.

Eventually,
their bodies ached.

But even that could not stop the desperation in their touch.

And as dawn broke over Limbo,

They were finally done,
lying trembling,
soaked in sweat.

Suha stroked her back in slow, thoughtless circles. 

Illyana leaked the traces of his love like a bottomless well.

Illyana lay still,
eyes closed,
breathing quiet.

As warmth trickled slowly down between her thighs,
she curled her arms around her belly—
trying to hold that warmth just a moment longer.

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[Chapter 22]
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The portal opened.

And Wanda stood silently,
waiting.

She held their gaze for a long, quiet moment—
then slowly turned away and closed her eyes,
not in cold distance,
but in the quiet burden of knowing.

She wasn’t the one choosing their farewell—
but someone had to stand there,
to witness it,
and let it happen.

Suha approached Illyana.
He took her hand,
looked into her eyes,
and said softly,

“I should say something smart now.
Or romantic. Or both.
But…”

He swallowed.

“…I just want to stay.”

Illyana lowered her gaze.
Her fingers traced across the back of his hand—
a silent plea in place of the words she couldn’t say:

Don’t go.

“If you don't go,
You die."
she spoke, barely.

“If I go with you,”
she murmured,
“Limbo breaks.
And everything we saved… dies.”

“This is... so unfair,” Suha choked.

“I know.
I'm sorry,”
Illyana replied,
tears brimming in her eyes
as she looked up at him.

“I love you.”

She finally said,

Suha couldn’t hold back his own tears anymore.

“I love you, too.”

They embraced—
a long, unmoving kiss.
A stillness made of desperation and memory.

As their lips parted,
she whispered,

“You carry me now.
In your story.
In your world.”

Suha didn’t look away.
Not even for a second.

When her hand pressed lightly against his chest—
as if imprinting the warmth one last time—
she closed her eyes.

And he turned.

One step.

Then another.

Into the portal.

Light swallowed him.

And just before it closed—
his hand reached back,
quietly waving at her.

Illyana didn’t raise her hand in return.

Instead,
she placed it over her heart.

Breathed in deeply.

And said,
in a voice too soft to vanish
even in the cracks of the universe—

“I love you.”

Notes:

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Next update : Epilogue. 🗓️TOMORROW

Chapter 37: Epilogue.

Notes:

Chapters with SMUT so far:
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 9.5]EXTRA smut chapter!
[Chapter 13]
[Chapter 14]
[Chapter 15]
[Chapter 16]
[Chapter 22]
[Chapter 35]

Suha had been invited to speak on a panel at Comic-Con,
alongside other webtoon creators.

The hall was buzzing with energy,
lights bright overhead,
and the rows of eager fans created a gentle hum of anticipation.

He answered questions casually at first,
offering insight into his process and upcoming ideas.

But then
a fan stood up and asked about his recent short.

"It felt...
deeply personal.
Was it based on a real story?"

Suha hesitated.

A small, almost imperceptible pause.
Then he smiled—soft, slow, and just a bit sad.

"Yes," he said simply.

The audience seemed to sense the weight behind his answer.
The moment passed.

After the event,
Suha found himself drawn to a quiet street few would remember.

The old bookstore—Illyana's shop—stood as it had before.

But now,
the windows were dark.
The metal gate was locked,
and a film of dust blurred the glass.
The sign above the door had faded with the seasons.

He leaned against the wall beside it,
both hands buried deep in his coat pockets.

For a while,
he stood there in silence,
as though waiting.

As though
she might return at any moment.

Footsteps approached.
Familiar,
steady.

"Suha."

He turned.

Stephen Strange stood before him—not in his sorcerer robes,
but a winter coat like any other man.
And yet,
something about him remained otherworldly.

"Hello," the sorcerer said.

Suha’s eyes narrowed slightly,
his expression caught between surprise and caution.

"I have no ill intentions," Strange said. "And I’m truly sorry—for everything that happened."

Suha gave a short nod. "Apology accepted."

They stood in silence for a beat,
snow flurries brushing past their shoulders.

"So why are you here?" Suha asked.

Strange glanced at the closed shop.

"This place...
I outsourced her certain black magic matters here.
With Illyana gone,
someone has to oversee it again."

Suha huffed a short laugh. "Figures."

Another pause.

Then,
cautiously:

"You can see her,
can’t you?"

Around Strange's neck,
the faint silhouette of the Eye of Agamotto shimmered for a heartbeat.

"Yes," Strange answered.

He tilted his head slightly. "Would you like to know how she’s doing?"

Suha gave a crooked smile.

"Is that a question?"

But then he shook his head.

"I... think it's not a good idea.."

The air settled into stillness again.

Suha pushed off the wall,
dust brushing from his coat.

He looked once more at the shuttered storefront.

"Take care of the place, will you?"

Strange gave a solemn nod.

Without another word,
Suha turned and walked into the fading light of the New York alley,
his footsteps quiet against the concrete.

Notes:

Thank you the guest for the precious Kudo!
Thank you everyone for the incredible support.
Had to give them the bitter ending because technically the reason of Belasca's release and the invasion is them. Couldn't they stop Belasca in advance and keep their love? Even I don't know.
But
the direct sequel of Magik: Infernal Bond is coming—

🗓️2025. 08. 18

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of 🌌 EARTH-309