"Goths! Assemble!"
Marshall shouted as he hovered above the ancient, secret city of Attilan—the land of Inhumans. It had been found out that Helvar was captured by the Inhumans. Of course, Hela wasn't happy about that.
And since it was Selene who located Helvar, she was there. Since she was there, Morgan Le Fay was also there. Thanks to that, almost every woman living in his temple arrived to save Helvar. Hela, Selene, Morgan Le Fay, and Mystique. Heck, even Marty was there, standing on the primordial raft.
It was, in a true sense, an assembly of beautiful Goths. Marshall was rather proud of being there, holding Raven in his arms since she couldn't fly. He could make her fly, heck, he was standing on the raft, but holding her soft blue body was more fun.
"What was that about, Master?" Selene asked confusedly. "Goths?"
"Pretty ladies, that's what it fucking means," Marshall grinned, staring at the city below. "Any idea where the boy is?"
"Underground."
"Eh, waste of time. Let's rip whoever rules this shithole and force them to puke him up. The damage's done anyway. They can either kneel to me as their new guide or die right here and now. This ball or rock's already got enough overpowered fuckers, don't need more."
"I agree," Hela hissed, looking furious and gorgeous in her dark spiky armor with that fluttering cape.
"Let's go then." Marshall started flying down like a meteor.
The city of Attilan looked technologically advanced. Far more than what the rest of the world was.
"What's with all these ass-lickers and their fetish with gatekeeping tech? First, the self-loathing perpetual victim Wakandans, and now these assholes? Why not just share the fucking tech with the world and raise the entire planet?" Marshall wondered aloud, cursing.
"Because they're not as smart as you, Master," Selene proudly declared. "They're blind."
"Damn right."
BOOM!
Right then, Marshall and his goths landed in the middle of the futuristic city. They didn't hold back and made sure to land with a loud boom, cracking the concrete and the frames of tall buildings around them.
Surprisingly, unlike the size of the city, the population wasn't that high. Hell, it was barely more than a small village.
"Less than two thousand." Hela sensed it.
"That's it?" Marshall frowned. "If I kill them, it won't even be a genocide. Just a massacre."
"..."
It was a very fucked up thing to say. But to all the people there, it wasn't very surprising. They just stayed, aware that soon someone would react to their little invasion. If the Inhumans were anything special, they'd come with the intent to attack.
"No food joints? What kind of flavorless hellhole is this?" Marshall sneered, glaring at the spotless streets. "Too damn clean. Makes my skin itch. A few cracks, some grime, maybe a rat with ambition, that's character, Marty. This place looks like it's been bleached by God himself."
"Wraaaah~"
"Huh? Nah, I don't mean trash in the streets, genius. I'm talkin' the streets themselves lookin' lived-in, cracks, stains, old-ass concrete, manhole covers that've seen hell and back. That kinda crap gives a place soul. But this place? Baby Jesus, it looks factory fresh. Like someone built the whole thing in their sleep yesterday."
Marty rubbed his tail on the street to find some dirt, but even the T-Rex looked amused at how his tail was left clean. "Rwah~"
"And here they come."
From the sky, a few figures appeared. However, while most of them were slow and non-threatening, one of them came in like a falling meteor. A tall, big, brute-like man. The man landed right in front of Marshall, glaring and snarling.
"I am Gorgon Petragon! I have crushed armies and Gods! I have devoted my entire life to honing the warrior's craft. I have sacrificed everything fighting for my people's future—"
Poof!
Not Marshall, it was Marty.
The big T-Rex just swung his massive lizard tail and struck the large man, surprisingly turning him into a mist of blood, the remaining pieces of his body thrown far away.
"What was that for?" Marshall asked.
"Gruff wraaa~"
"Hah! You thought he'd he tougher to kill? Well, you're my fucking boy. There ain't anybody better than you." Marshall proudly jumped onto Marty's head and watched the rest of the figures descend. "Alright, let's see what kind of freakshow they're sending next."
"Umm… Sir? C-Can you put me down?"
Marshall looked at Raven, still held in his arms in a bridal carry. "Dammit, I forgot about you. I don't mind, though."
Raven blushed a little, her cheeks burning hot. "I… Neither do I, but… We might have to fight."
"That's possible. Alright, you can stand." He put her down on Marty's head. There was plenty of space for them. The big boy had a very big head.
Around that time, the figures from the sky finally landed. There were five; the one in the middle was a woman with insanely long red hair.
"You, redhead, where's my son?"
The Inhumans behind the woman frowned at Marshall's tone and almost moved. But the woman stopped them with a wave of her hand.
"I am Medusalith Amaquelin, Queen of the Inhumans. Your son broke into our city, then into my home, and somehow thought it fitting to invite me on a date. He flirted with me, the Queen of Attilan—"
"He did?! Damn, gotta hand it to him, the bastard's got taste. Ah..." Marshall froze as Hela's stare drilled into his skull. He could feel it. "That's... yeah, that's bad. Real bad. Totally messed up. Don't worry, I'll kick that boy's ass myself."
Medusa nodded from her place and gestured to someone nearby. "I have another matter to speak of, First Man. My husband, Blackagar Boltagon, went out seeking you. Have you seen him?"
Ah shit! I forgot about that one. Wait, what did I do to him?
"Him? Oh, he's dead."
"..."
"..."
"..."
The Inhumans stared at him dumbly. Even Raven and the rest of his team did the same. Heck, Marty's big eyes were trying to look up, making him appear more adorable than he already was.
"D-Dead? What… how?" Medusa asked.
"Well, of course, I killed him."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Marshall could have lied, and nobody would have had any reason to doubt it. He could have made up any story. But he didn't, for he simply couldn't. Making a story and a lie meant having to think deeply. That was something he didn't want to bother with.
Medusa's hair started to move just then, like flames. Her eyes narrowed. "The reason?"
"He threatened Dinosia. I told him to quit playing monarch and march your sorry people to Dinosia. He refused. And I refused his refusal. Look, you miserable sacks of shitheads live on land I own. I'm the First Man. I rule this planet. You can't settle without my blessing, and I've decided you'll all be shipped to Dinosia. Your boyfriend bragged he'll raze Dinosia itself, real cocky. If you lack the bite to back your bark, shut the fuck up."
"You will enslave us?" Medusa asked with an enraged look. "You will force my pe—"
"Pfft! Get off your filthy high horse! You call yourself a queen and tell me I'm enslaving. Bitch, Dinosia has no king. No ruler. No tyrant. It's got nerds who do nerdy things. Live happy, eat happy, make kids, or maybe not. What have you guys done? Big ass city for a village-sized population?
"I offered you guys a safety net. No more hiding. Live loudly in the open like Angels and Mutants in my land. Look at this blue cutie, she's a mutant, and she doesn't even hide it in Dinosia. Heck, even outside, nobody's got the balls to touch a hair on her head. But your boyfriend preferred to keep his crown rather than to free his people. Who is the slaver now?"
"My people remain here because they believe in the royal family's guidance!"
"Hahah! Said every inbred king ever. Alright, let's do this. Call all your folks, tell them what I'm offering. No more hiding. No more trembling about hiding your powers. Live out loud, giddy, gorge, and scour the world. Versus your damned paradise of skulking in shadow. Let's see who votes to stay." Marshall crossed his arms
Somehow, Medusa controlled her anger. "Very well, let us do that."
"Go ahead."
The Inhumans certainly had some sort of advanced communication system. The Queen summoned everyone, and sure enough, everyone arrived within an hour. They were all humanoids, though not fully human. Some had a rocky body, some had big heads, some were actually hotties. Curious and confused, they all listened to their Queen retell what happened.
After she was done, Marshall started.
He told them the truth about why he killed Black Bolt. Reminded them that if someone had threatened to wipe them and their city out, their King would have done the same. Also, he reminded them who he was, how old he was, and that Dinosia was a true free world, where everyone was accepted.
Finally, he pitched them to vote for him. A true democracy where they get to decide to live with their Queen, under her rule, in hiding. Or come with him, free, loud, no king or queen above their heads.
It was human nature to reject authority. Although Inhumans were a different breed of humans, their nature was the same. Nobody liked high-headed fuckers sitting over their heads deciding their fate. Nobody liked kings and queens, no matter how benevolent they were. If given a choice, humans would choose freedom, even if living under a king was safer.
Of course, there still were many who'd choose to live under authority. They were dimwits, as per Marshall. Fools without a spine who needed mommy's tits to guide them when to stand and where to shit.
It was a pretty simple vote, done by raising hands.
"Those who wish to move to Dinosia?"
Hands were raised.
"Those who wish to stay in Attilan?"
Hands were raised, but fewer.
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