****Harbinger***

The Symbiote came close but the HellFire surrounding Ghost Rider was too much for it as it hissed at the approach and couldn’t or wouldn’t approach it.


I cannot make it the hero. The Hero already lies within it already. Nor can it be bonded with me. The Symbiote would perish in the fusion of the Hellfire. You are not the Monster you claim to be

Not unlike you, the Spirit within me is its own demon trying to right it’s wrong of long ago. We don’t measure it in kills or lives.  I did not think I was worthy of the power either, I did not want this to be my burden, The demon within needs a host much like yours, Without one it cannot exit this dimension. It took me a while,  But once I understood it, I accepted what it needed. That is when I understood what needed to be done!   He said forming his hellish motorcycle from the fire in his hand.


You resist giving into it. Accept it and make it one with you. There are more innocents calling to me, I must go. I hope that when we meet again you will have given yourself the credit you deserve for being a hero!
He says climbing onto his motorcycle.

Harbinger fell to her knees in the Dark Tower. She would be straddling the line between weapon and feral forever it seemed. She closed her eyes taking a breath. She was so very tired of fighting. Tired of Rage and Despair. Even returning to her old ways wouldn't make her feel better now. Darkstar had shown her the truth and now even her killing the wicked was tainted and made sour. An obligation not a passion.

In reply to Dr. Octopus (msg # 108):

Spider-Man took a few moments to focus before saying, "No nothing right now. But that doesn't mean that we're out of the fire just yet." He then turned to Bloodrager, saying, "Oh, thanks, it still takes time getting used to your healing, I tend to more uh... Expect getting a beatdown now."

"This hurt him so he ran like a bitch," Kevin told Doc as he held up the chain.

"Here, you're probably the strongest one still here," Kevin told Spider-man as he handed the chain to him.  "So next time you see that ghost-demon motherfucker, you use that to bitch-slap his teeth right out of his mouth, cool?"

"Meanwhile we're down yet another person," Kevin summarized.  "All right, let's give Naslund a sit-rep."

Unfortunately, Naslund seemed to be incommunicado for the moment.

"Or maybe not," Kevin said sourly.
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William pulled up to the building in a police cruiser having just missed Ghost Rider, Guess seeing the police car he wasn’t going to stick around and play 20 questions with guns pointed at him. As Williams stepped out the Dark tower seemed to fade and reveal the warehouse. Ghost Rider’s intervention seemed to have broken the hold the dark Dimension had here. He was unaware that D’yspare had taken the fight away from the warehouse. So he entered cautiously with his energy Shield up. The interior smelt of death…. He slowly walked in and noticed Harbinger on her knees and the bodies of the dead townsfolks littering the warehouse floor…. But couldn’t see anyone else.

Harbinger… Evelyn?
He looked around and slowly approached her.

Are you ok? Where are the others?
He said with concern in his voice fearing the worst.

She just stared at the ground seemingly oblivious to William's presence.  Staring at the floor she was so very tired.  Slowly a bitter chuckle exited her lips. "That's why you chose me. Because I'll never die. No matter how much you feed off me. No matter how far I go. I don't die. That's why. heh immortality... heh...hehehehehe" she began chuckling then laughing violently.

Evelyn! What's going one? William said keeping some distance for now.

He tapped the com badge. This is William, anyone out there?

He asked not getting anything from Harbinger for now.

The comm chirped.  "About fucking time," Kevin muttered.

"Yeah, we're here," Kevin reported.  "Some injuries but 'rager is punching us all better.  Barbarian's still in a coma and White Witch took off with some dude in a red cape calling himself Professor Weird, no, wait, wrong.  Dr. Strange.  Something about her clan being in danger.  I've been through literal Hell, so I'm kind of tired, but that D'spayre booked out of here once he got for real hurt.  Are we getting to any position where we can wrap this shit up?  I need a fucking shower and a nap."

In reply to William Naslund (msg # 115):

"Loud and clear," Spider-Man responded to the communicator. "Darkstar's right on what's happened so far, so we're down a person. Is it time to change the current plan?"

Once Darkstar held out the chains it started to dissipate turning to yellowish mist and vanishing with a hiss. The smell of sulfer hung in the air. William shook his head, this didn’t go down as it was supposed to, The comment of “literal hell” through William off that meant D’yspare was probably just a distraction, on a good note however was Doc Strange seemed to be back from his MIA status.

Thanks for the update guy's  OK Looks like we’re done here! I’ll get a full briefing on the way, I’m with Harbinger, Meet back at the jet. I’ll join up with you shortly. William said, He was gonna ask for a backup but opted not to add more distractions for Harbinger.

He took a step closer and got to one knee so he could see her… eyes he knew she was in communications with the Symbiote but he couldn’t hear the whole thing.
He made note of what Evelyn was saying so they could discuss later.

Evelyn. We’re done here. He said offering a hand. Thinking or hoping the symbiote wasn’t gonna bite it off. For now let’s avoid the authorities. I’ll deal with them later. Let’s go home We’ll discuss what happened here later. He says calmly.

Sword was quite confused by what Doctor Otto Octavius might mean by being more useful not healing his allies. The concepts of tactics in a dungeon with different people-minds in control of the various adventuring units were still fairly unclear to his hive-mind side.

On the other hand, fixing Doc's injured eye was not something unclear. Rather than punching it, he reached out gently to touch his face and cast a spell, burning off some of the pain he'd accumulated in the battle to empower it. "Healoc Sustenoc Corpador Durudor," he invoked solemnly. Healoc for the verb action of healing, Sustenoc to make the healing real and permanent rather than fading away after a time, Corpador for the noun-element of flesh, and Durudor to deal with the complexity introduced by the glass that had caused the wound.

Other, less-sensitive places people were hurt at got dealt with the more barbaric way. Punching, or barfing up his sword (Doc permitting) and stabbing them back to health with it.


He tapped his magic amulet (i.e.) the communicator) with two fingers after William Naslund called, reporting in with a grunt and "Bloodrager here. Me needing? Am Doctor Otto with."
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Once Bloodrager was done, Doc Gave a nod. He was a little upset that he was hurt on the mission. He'd spent so much time in the labs of late that field work he now realized was not something he enjoyed.

You heard William, Let get out of here, I don't plan on playing 20 questions or feel the need with dealing with anyone else. he said not really waiting for anyone but turning and heading towards the School to get onto the Jet.

He really wasn't happy that he looked like a chump on the field, he should of taken charge of the scene but the fact he didn't want to tag along to begin with didn't help.He have to talk to William's about this.
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Harbinger stood and began walking away from William. "There's no place called home. And that name is the reason I'm not ready. Evelyn needs to die. I need to be free of her. Free of my humanity. "

William was getting frustrated. Every time he gained an inch to Evelyn the symbiote seemed to take it away.

William walked in front of Harbinger.
Why is there no place called home? Because you said so? Bullshit! Seem's I'm offering it to you and you are shutting it down? I'm offering the help she needs to become stronger then You seem to be giving her credit for and You won't allow it. Evelyn does not need to die and if your plan is to Kill your human host, You and I are going to have an issue! And I Promise you will not be leaving here alive! William said in a stern voice, he didn't raise his Shield into a defensive position yet but he had it set to the ready for a back up should Harbinger attack.

Now as I just said WE are heading back to the Jet and Back home. William stood in front of Harbinger Defiant.

Your call, Easy way or hard way?
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Kevin felt weird about letting somebody punch and stab him, but he had to admit he felt better.  Still tired, but the pain from the burns he'd taken in Hell was gone.  So were the chains, but they'd served their purpose in driving D'spayre away.

As he flew back to the jet, Kevin watched for other potential surprises Belial had left and reflected on some things.  Belial was still out there, but he was now apparently this D'spayre thing.  And Kevin had to admit that whipping him with that Hell-chain and sending him fleeing had felt really fucking good.

Plus, they had a name now and an idea of what he was.  Belial was D'spayre, an honest-to-God actual demon from Hell.  Also, Dr. Strange now owed their group a big one, so maybe they could pick his brain about how to find and kill D'spayre.  On the minus side, Kevin figured he'd better start living a better life, because after today, he sure as Hell didn't want to get sent to Hell when he died.  Figure Mephisto would hold a grudge.
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"Hard." she anticipated the Shield so instead of a sword she swung a Symbiote Hammer at full strength. Assuming the man wasn't Thor or something he should be flying across the room allowing her to decide her next move. Retreating. Running leaping and climbing away to disappear into the chaos. Evelyn needed to be expunged from Harbinger. Not the body but the mind.

Not the answer Williams Was hoping. He'd tried to reason with Harbinger and she brought the hammer down in final judgment of the conversation!

William jump up happy that Harbinger had been focused on the shield, As he jumped the Shield raised  and absorbed the shock of the blow William flew with the momentum of the impact of the hammer on the fist as he did so releasing from his other hand 2 sonic Grenades that exploded and and sent a Screeching sonic wave through the warehouse.
He landed with a heavy thud onto the ground....
With the screeching sonic wave and the impact of Williams hitting the ground he felt his head spin...

[Private to Harbinger: I'll give you a chance to react. The grenades are enough to cause Williams ears to bleed and make quite the effect on the symbiote.]

Up on the catwalk her suit had retreated inside her , her phone falling from the catwalk but catching her laptop. The suit was  protected from the vibrations by meat, blood, and bone she stumbled away smashing open the fire exit door she jumped to the street below rolling protecting the laptop with her body and sprinting naked away. Her head felt like someone was playing YYZ in her skull. But she had to run. It might be hours before it came back out to play.

[Private to Harbinger: Hmmm I'll let ya go but pretty sure the sonic vibrations should of render both Evelyn and Harbinger incapacitated... ]

William Slumped to the ground watching them make they're way out.  He tapped his Coms.
Darkstar Harbinger's on the run! East side warehouse! She's disoriented, see if you and Spiderman can get her.
he says knowing if she disappears, SHIELD will be her next problem.

From his aerial vantage point, Kevin could see all around the city.  He could see the plane, the police and fire trucks finally swarming out to bring order to Belial's chaos and he could the see the warehouse and where Williams indicated Evelyn was heading.

"God.  Fucking.  Dammit.  Will this day not be over with already?"  he muttered to himself even as he turned to fly in their direction, planning to get close enough to teleport.

He tapped his communicator.  "Doc, take Barbarian to the plane and get it airborne.  Spidey, 'rager, start hauling ass with me to the warehouse.  Harbinger's on the run!”
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She had to escape. Given time she could destroy the remaining spark of her humanity an-

The bullet went through the eye and out the back of the head. Girl can rip arms off then this should only render her unconscious. She fell to the ground in a puddle of her own blood as the sniper packed up and left. The package had been secured just as Shield wanted.

Kevin saw the girl's naked form on the ground.  Evelyn was lying in a puddle of her own blood and brain matter, obvious dead.  Though that didn't mean that Harbinger was truly dead.

I am going to regret the living fuck out of this, Kevin thought to himself even as he lowered his force field and created a sharp blade of Darkforce power.

"All right, you alien snotwad, here's the deal.  That girl you're in cared about you.  She wanted you to live and now she's dead.  She's dead because Belial and Mephisto played you like a fucking fiddle," Kevin told the thing inside the girl's corpse as he cut an incision down her scarred abdomen and the slit into his own arm, placing his wounded limb onto the incision he'd made in the girl's corpse.

"So if you want to pay those motherfuckers back for that, you need to ride with me until we get you somebody who wants you for a roommate.  You don't like me and I don't like you, but we both hate Belial and his boss for what they've done.  We work together we'll each get what we want.  You betray me or try to fuck with me and I'll send you to a Hell you're not familiar with.  Deal?" Kevin asked, waiting for the thing to respond.
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Harbinger's brain began growing back from the damage her skull began knitting itself together. The wound healing itself and the eye  cavity slowly balooned a new eye. The wound I her abdomen closing she sat up with a gasp grabbing his arm and tearing the wound open with her fingernails pulling him to the ground and delivered one good solid punch to the nose before rolling off him. She took a few deep breaths. "I... don't....die..."

"That would have been good to know earlier," Kevin said clutching his still hurting arm to himself.  "Fuck, that hurt."

"Okay, fine, you two are still a unit, so let me put this to the both of you, Harbinger," Kevin told them through clenched teeth.  "Mephisto, the fucking Devil itself, is interested in you.  Interested in turning you into a tool.  I don't know what the blow-up was between you and William and frankly, I don't give a shit, but he gives a shit about you."

"So, here's the deal.  Come back with us to the plane and we'll see about sorting all this stuff out.  Or go running off on your own again to find yourself the Devil's puppet.  Again."  Kevin told her.  "What's it gonna be?"

"I sent him over a thousand souls. If I'm not somewhere on his Facebook friends list I'd be disappointed." she sad angrily getting to her feet. "Who Did William have shoot me?" she spoke to herself.