Hell on Earth - Part 1

Posted on Fri Mar 28th, 2025 @ 11:11am by Scott Summers & Connor Bruin & Bobby Drake & Kurt Wagner & Hayden Davis & Kennedy Kelly & Maeve MacKenna & Jennifer Bryant & Drew Williams & Desmond Greene & Aurora Essex & Kayleigh Marshall

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Mission: Episode 6: X-Fernus Agenda
Location: Genosha
Timeline: December 10th, 1990

The air cracked with the sharp bamf of displaced sulfur as the X-Men were ferried away from the docks of Hammer Bay and arrived at what had once been the foothills of the Ridgeback Mountains. Now, all that remained was devastation. The explosion blew apart the Flesh Factory so thoroughly it had gouged a deep fissure through the mountainside, the sheer force of it reshaping the land itself. What had once been steep terrain was now an uneven wasteland of craggy, broken rock and scorched earth, the ground still warm beneath their feet as smoke and embers smoldered in the wreckage.

Connor's boots crunched against the blackened gravel as he surveyed the scene, jaw tightening. The magnitude of destruction was staggering, but it wasn’t the fire or the wreckage that set his nerves alight—it was something else. Something unseen. A shift in the very air itself.

"DEFENSIVE POSITIONS, he signed sharply, fingers moving in rapid succession. "EYES SHARP, EARS OPEN. WE DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS LEFT OUT HERE."

The team fanned out in zone defense, watching one another's backs while taking in the destruction around them.

Kurt, ever the faithful, made the Sign of the Cross over his chest as his golden eyes surveyed the ruined landscape. He had seen many horrors in his time, but this... This was something else entirely. It was a vision of Hell itself, painted in ash and ruin.

The sheer scale of destruction was overwhelming for Hayden. The heat still rising from the ground, the lingering embers, and the smoldering ruin that surrounded them brought fear and dread to her heart. The smoke and the scent of sulfur nearly made her sick to her stomach. She instinctively reached out for any humidity or nearby water, but sensed none.

"This place is dead," she said, taking up a defensive position. "There's nothing left—no water, no life. Just...ruin." She shivered despite the lingering heat.

"This place gives me the willys." Maeve said as a shiver ran up? Ran down her spine? Either way it felt wrong. There was plenty of rock, plenty of stone for her to play around with should the need arise and as she waved a hand over a nearby one it shot out like a speeding bullet across the horizon. Clearly what happened in The Machine had tweaked something.

Drew took his position. He had no long range attacks save for using his super speed to close quickly with an enemy and blitz them.

Desmond found his way at the front of their small formation. He crouched down a little, raising his hands up in the classic boxer's stance he had been taught back in high school.

Jennifer frowned as she tensed. There was no real source of electricity here. There were charges everywhere, ultimately, and she could draw on that latent power, just as she always had some within her body. But there was only so much. She would not have much raw power to draw on fighting here. She'd have to trust her teammates and pick her moments.

Connor's expression darkened, but he only nodded before looking to Scott. This was all rather a little overwhelming.

For his part, Scott had already scanned the area upon arrival. He recognized the tactical shift that had taken place. Connor had stepped forward, taking the lead, directing the battlefield like a natural commander. Scott watched him for a moment before giving a subtle nod in return, passing the proverbial ball back to him. Limbo was an unknown frontier for Scott and Bobby—but not for the Alternate Class. This was their fight. X-Factor would follow their lead.

"We got your back, Connor," whispered Bobby who stood at Connor's elbow.

"Hoot! Hoot!" Connor said audibly before addressing the team.

"EMBER, TELL US WHAT YOUR THERMOKINESIS CAN DETECT," Connor instructed through his hand signs, glancing toward Kayleigh. "WE NEED TO DETERMINE IF ANY THERMAL OR OTHER ENERGY EMISSIONS AT GROUND ZERO ARE SAFE ENOUGH FOR US TO MOVE IN."

Turning to Drew, he signed, "VELOCITY, MAKE A FULL SWEEP OF THE PERIMETER. REPORT BACK WHATEVER YOU FIND."

Drew nodded and took off. He was gone for about a minute as he sprinted forward and then around the dimensional rift from about a hundred meters out. What he saw coming out of the breach made his blood run cold. Hordes of Goblins poured out of the breach and moved like an undulating living wave. Then he noticed the Demon princes emerging. It was like a battle scene from some fantasy novel. Finally he saw a red haired beauty emerging from the portal and look around with a casual disdain. He knew this woman, had even drawn her picture over a midnight feast of Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Gone was the blonde haired young woman with the pregnant belly and kind face. The expression on this fiery redhead was cold and calculating. This wasn’t the girl he had met who seemed to be lost and alone, this was a woman filled with anger and hatred, with a thirst for revenge.

Kayleigh pressed her fingers to the scorched terrain, her thermal senses reaching out, mapping the residual heat still rippling across the battlefield. She frowned as she registered an anomaly. "There's high ambient heat from the explosion," she reported, a self-evident statement due to the glowing bedrock on the freshly sheered walls of the new fissure, "but the portal itself is... different somehow. It's radiating something else entirely. I've never felt it before." Her brow furrowed as she tried to grasp at the unfamiliar signature. "I can sense it, but I can't control it. It’s like... hearing a foreign language I don't understand."

"Is it safe?" Scott asked, reiterating Connor's original directive.

Unsure at first, Kayleigh scrunched her nose in thought before nodding. "Yes, yes, I think so. It doesn't feel hazardous, at least away from the red hot cliffs." She looked up at where the Flesh Factory used to be and grimaced in fear at the towering walls that led to ground zero. "What could have done that to the Flesh Factory?"

"I think your choice of the word 'what' is probably pretty accurate, based on what we've seen so far," said Hayden, gesturing to the ruined landscape around them.

“It’s going to get worse…” Kennedy commented as she gestured towards the churning portal that they approached. “The things that come out of that thing are literal monsters. Leather winged, horned, and clawed demons that will gladly rip you apart the moment they can touch you. This mess was man made, that mess is supernatural.”

"Wait, monsters are real?" Maeve asked almost incredulously. She felt the need for her golem army to pop up and protect her but right now how her teammates were acting gave her enough to worry about. She'd heard stories of the Savage Land, other stories too but she'd not experienced them. This was her first taste of the supernatural and she didn't like it at all.

Connor saw Drew give them the all-clear sign. "MOVE FORWARD BUT WATCH OUR FLANKS," he said to the team. "IT LOOKS LIKE VELOCITY HAS FOUND SOMETHING."

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The smoldering ruins of the Flesh Factory still stank of charred metal and the acrid bite of scorched flesh when the first ripple of distortion shuddered through the wreckage. It was barely noticeable at first, a whisper of displaced air, the way heat distorts a horizon—but then it twisted, warped, and snapped open with a sudden, violent rip.

Out of nothing, the sky itself split apart.

It began as tiny, jagged fractures, like cracks in glass, through which something lurked—something watching. For those X-Men who had either been to the Savage Land or watched the satellite telemetry recorded through Cerebro's scans, it was an eerie and familiar hue that filled the sky. It could mean only one thing.

Limbo's influence seeped through the eldritch light in curling tendrils of sulfuric mist, creeping hungrily across the foothills where the ruins of the factory were strewn. The ground trembled as the openings widened, and with a sickening lurch, they became something more.

A portal. A gateway of undulating flame and shadow, looming over the battlefield like a festering wound in reality.

From its depths, clawed fingers emerged first, dragging themselves free of the threshold—tiny, hunched figures with gleaming yellow eyes and twisted, gnarled limbs. Goblins. Their grotesque, impish forms spilled through in droves, cackling as they skittered across the battlefield like vermin set loose from a flooded burrow.

Then came the screams.

The goblins did not simply rush forward—they hunted. Slinking through the ruins down into the streets of Hammer Bay, squeezing through still-widening cracks, they pounced on survivors too weak or too slow to resist. Clawed hands snatched at limbs, at hair, at anything they could grip, dragging their prey toward the yawning maw of the portal.

The more they took, the larger it grew.

For each screaming captive pulled into Limbo, the breach widened further, a spiraling void that churned with oppressive crimson light. And as the portal expanded, so too did the scale of what emerged from it.

First, there was a tremor. Then, a footstep—massive and ponderous, shaking the ruined landscape. Another followed.

Colossal demon princes stepped through next, their monstrous forms barely contained within the narrowing constraints of the gate before forcing their way into Genosha's unnatural twilight. Their eyes burned like molten gold, their armor plated with corrupted obsidian, their weapons forged from the agony of Limbo’s tormented souls.

And finally, as the portal reached its full, gaping width, the true herald of this incursion made her entrance.

The willowy figure moved with devilish grace, emerging from the infernal light with sultry confidence. Silhouetted against the portal's glow, her form was outlined in sinuous curves and trailing, gossamer fabric that fluttered unnaturally despite the absence of wind. Her hips swayed in time with the deliberate click of heeled boots against the shattered ground, their curves accentuated and even exaggerated by the shadowy silhouette the yawning portal made of her.

As she stepped forward, the flames dimmed, allowing her full figure to be seen. A crown of smoldering embers burned above her brow, though it vanished along with her enchanted armor when she came to a stop. She surveyed the battlefield with languid interest, dark eyes gleaming as she took in the devastation. It had been three long years since she had seen Earth, with its blue skies and lush green plants. Her master had told her to seek and destroy, and she admitted to herself that the act brought her pleasure. Earth had not been kind to Aurora. She had called herself Windsor, Summers, Essex, and none of those names had helped her belong, none of them helped her find the family she wanted. Now as the Goblin Queen, she would make them pay.

"Search for the relic and bring it to me."

The horde of hellish creatures shuddered and acknowledged their Queen's request. The goblins who were not actively searching for the lost item of Limbo or hunting down prey surrounded her, forming an honor guard of sorts.

Her judgmental gaze turned towards the huddled, crying masses and with a voice smooth as velvet and sharp as razors, she addressed them.

"Kneel."

And the air itself obeyed—growing heavy, pressing down, suffocating with invisible force. Those Genoshans bound in chains were yanked to the ground as all kneeled before the Goblin Queen.

Genosha, already broken, had just become Hell.

Kennedy cocked her head in a moment of contemplation as she took in the woman who stood before them. She looked like Aurora but no longer bottle blonde, or pregnant, and she was much older. The last time they had seen Aurora she had gone on maternity leave just a week ago. None of this made sense. Despite the Goblin Queen’s demand to bend the knee, the archer was still trying to connect the dots of why this woman was so familiar. “What? Who are you?”

"I've got such bad knees." Maeve joked. "I'd rather just stand maybe not bow down to someone that's just came up from Hell. Yeah, that sounds fine to me." she felt the sweat on her brow begin to grow. This mission was going from bad to worse to end of the world... what a couple of days...

Drew ran back up to the group and headed for Connor. He skidded to a stop. "You're not going to like this boss. Their general is...I think it's Aurora."

"IMPOSSIBLE," Connor replied, signing faster than his device could translate. "AURORA IS PREGNANT AND WHOEVER THAT WOMAN IS, SHE IS NOT PREGNANT."

"Who's Aurora, and why does she want to us to kneel?" Desmond asked Kayleigh.

"She was a student with us... but she's something different now. Something evil," Kayleigh said as a chill passed through her body.

While everyone reacted, Scott took a few steps forward from the group. At Drew's report, he'd taken a closer look at the demonic woman with the scantily clad attire. There was an all too familiar birthmark in a place few people had seen except for him, at least until today. "Aurora?" he asked, shambling forward in disbelief.

Aurora's lips curled into a wicked smile as she regarded the group of X-Men, her former teammates. There was no warmth in her gaze — only embers, glowing from a heart burned hollow.

"Well, look at you," she said, her voice dripping with dark amusement. At a wave of her hand, the goblin horde parted and made way for her to hold temporary court in the field. "You've all done so well for yourselves. New uniforms. New code names. Same little problems."

Of course their uniforms were damaged, torn, and dirty, for those who were even still wearing theirs. Aurora smirked at the roughshod team. Her heels clicked slowly across the shattered stone, her crown flickering like it was alive.

"To think, I used to fight beside you. I used to care about... oh, it's hard even to remember." Her eyes landed on Scott, the smile widening. "Funny, though, you only recognize me now. Not when I begged for you to stay. Not when I cried myself to sleep. But now! Now that I've become something your precious Jean never could be, you suddenly remember who I am." She gave him a mirthless wink. "Too late."

Scott stepped forward, struggling to find his voice. "Aurora... where's Christopher?”

The Goblin Queen tilted her head. "Christopher?" she echoed, before laughing, low and cruel. "Oh, yes, that was what you wanted to call him. The child you abandoned along with me? Oh, Scott. My has a new name — a true name. But you lost the right to know it."

"ARE YOU SURE THIS IS AURORA?" Connor signed, still not believing what he was seeing. "IT COULD BE SOME KIND OF TRICK. AURORA DOES NOT HAVE GLOWING EYES AND THERE IS NO WAY THIS PERSON WAS PREGNANT A WEEK AGO."

Her gaze turned to Connor, eyeing his commanding stance with contempt. "Oh, Connor. How is being the leader? Xavier was really grasping at straws with you, wasn't he? A retarded mute like you is easier to manipulate, I suppose. Of course he drove Bliss away in order to keep you under his thumb. At least she had... Instinct? Drive? A mind of her own? Things you just wouldn't understand."

To the group at large, she paced slowly, speaking as she passed, immobilizing them with telekinetic gestures and paralyzing them with her telepathy. This was not the meek and mild Enigma any longer. Aurora had transformed into something else entirely.

To Kennedy, Hayden, and Kayleigh, she addressed as a group. "And look at you. Xavier's Angels, a cliquey sisterhood of disappointment. Clutching each other like broken dolls. You formed your little trio because it's easier to hide in numbers, isn't it?" Flashes of their slumber party where Kennedy painted their nails came to their minds. "All the easier to look down on others and push them under your feet. But who's laughing now? Princesses of nothing, at least now you get to see true power and royalty."

Moving onward, Aurora paused at Maeve. "Still trying to pick up the pieces of your miserable life? I see your mind, and all I see is a girl lost in the dark with no reason to live." She leaned in close and whispered, "You really shouldn't bother."

Bobby grunted, fighting for words. Aurora turned to him. "Of course you have something to say. Always kidding, always flirting. Still playing the jester so no one sees the fear and loathing underneath. But I do, like how you're still picturing me naked even now." She rolled her eyes in feigned disgust, but in truth she was enjoying every second. "You are so broken and you don't even know the half of it."

Behind Bobby was Jennifer. "Oh, the new girl came back? Color me surprised! Why are you pretending to be one of the X-Men when we both know you can't even look yourself in the mirror?"

"Stay out of my head!" Jennifer said rather petulantly. She tried use her powers to confuse the read on her mind, as she thought was theoretically possible, but she lacked the skills at this point. She wound up just making herself feel dehydrated and her hair fizzed a little. She sighed. Not especially impressive.

Next to Jennifer was Drew. "Sweet Drew," Aurora said in a mockingly saccharine tone. "Do you still swear to be here for me no matter what?" She batted her eyelashes at him, a mocking gesture made all the more unsettling by their red glow. "I remember the way you used to look at me at night, like I was the answer to something. But I wasn't." Her smile faded to a sneer. "And neither was your sketch. If you're as keen on the new girl as your racing thoughts tell me you are, then keep your wet dreams to yourself. She won't want a picture of them."

If she hadn't been so good at facing down Aurora, Jennifer didn't hesitate to reach for Drew's hand and give it a quick squeeze. "I love you," she reassured him, the first time she'd said that.

Her eyes settled on Desmond, and her tone turned icy. "Ha! Another stray. What delusions of grandeur did they tell you to get you to follow them? I'm sure it pales in comparison to warming the hearth of my castle."

Having heard enough, Kurt groaned through gritted teeth until he managed to summon a bamf that moved him from his immobilized position. When he reappeared, he was briefly out from the Goblin Queen's control.

"In ze name of Gott," he said, voice low and firm, with his finger pointing at her. "I adjure you to keep your forked tongue betveen your teesth! Do not say anosther vord!"

The Goblin Queen threw her head back and cackled, a sound that echoed off the ruined mountainside and into the churning sky. Her horde of goblin minions took up laughter like a sinister chorus.

"Oh, little monk," she cooed. "Keep saying your prayers. I promise you'll need them."

With her attention on Kurt, her telepathic restraint was lessened on the others.

“Leave him alone!” Kennedy lifted her bow and fired a single arrow that was aimed at the top of the Goblin Queen’s head. The arrow knocked the tiara from her head, extinguishing its magical flames as it clattered onto the ground behind her.

All of the goblins let out a collective gasp at the affront, but soon they descended into hissing screeches. Behind her, the goblin vizier slithered forward and picked up the extinguished tiara. He knelt down and offered it to Aurora from bent knee and eyes lowered.

“We don’t want to hurt you, Aurora,” Kennedy yelled as she nocked a kinetic arrow and took aim directly at her. “Whatever crazy stuff went down with you and being in Limbo… I’m sure it can be explained. Call back your goblins, send them back to Limbo and we can talk.”

"Stop!" Hayden yelled. She slowly began putting the oxygen and hydrogen molecules in the air together for form droplets of water. "You don't have to do this, Aurora. You mentioned true power. It's not about strength or who can hit the hardest or who can take the most or even who stands tallest at the end of the fight. It's all about control; knowing what you could do, but choosing not to. Make the right choice; don't hurt him or any of us." She formed a mist around herself for cooling and refreshing, but then she coiled it around her arms in preparation to attack the goblins.

Maeve's eyes flickered, a tenuous connection trying to form from somewhere outside her control. She shook her head free of that and looked at the woman they all kept calling Aurora. She had no connection to her even though there was a second a double take at her appearance. "I may have had a miserable couple of years but at least I wasn't stuck down in Hell where no-one loves me, or even likes me. Must be lonely being Queen Bitch..." she brought up rocks by her side, a show of force and protection.

Desmond nervously cracked his knuckles, all at once. A sound normally loud and obnoxious, now fell away against the threats, evil cackling, and loud noises of the fires of Hell, Limbo, or maybe even the afterlife? Desmond desperately just wanted to go home. Or to start punching. One of the other. "Any chance we all just go back to where we came from?!" Desmond shouted out loud.

Rather than reply, Connor just lowered his head, coming to terms with the fact that his friend had become this horrific creature that spat curses at her erstwhile teammates. He decided that he had been right. This was not Aurora. Not anymore. The Goblin Queen was a monster. When he raised his head, his kind eyes were steeled with the reluctant determination of facing an adversary. "THE X-MEN WILL DO AS WE MUST."

"Yeah, and like I'd ever tap Scott's sloppy seconds!" Bobby shot back once his mouth was free. He glanced at Scott. "No offense."

"None taken." Scott's words were clipped and spoken through one side of his mouth like he'd bitten into a sour pickle or swallowed a cigar. The time for talk was over.

"Seize them." Aurora gave the order in a droll monotone, as if that which amused her no longer did. Her true purpose must be fulfilled, and time on Earth was of the essence where Limbo was concerned. "Throw them into the portal."

Goblins sprang forward, itching for combat and more than ready to defend their Queen's honor. They screeched and howled Goblinese curses and battle cries, advancing with medieval armaments or even just bared fang and talon. Their glowing yellow eyes pledged a relentless assault.

Drew clutched the cattle prod in hand and charged the wave of Goblins closing in on them. He focused on stunning as many Goblins as he could, while dodging around others. He looked like a ball in a pinball machine as he attacked and dodged the horde. If he could get close enough to Aurora, perhaps he could stun her or distract her enough to let one of the others blast her with an attack from a distance.

Hayden began spraying the goblins with jets of water. She watched as it also soaked the dry, cracked ground around them. With any luck, the hellish creatures might get bogged down in the mud. Well, if mud would even form from this earth.

Jennifer shocked one goblin. Then she punched another and fell back. She kicked one and brought her hand up to shock another when it fizzled. She was out of juice. The goblin grabbed her and pulled her sharply towards the side. She felt her feet go out from under her.

Drew caught a glimpse of Jennifer going down. He bellowed in rage and fear as he changed direction. He wasn't going to allow Jennifer to be dragged back through the portal. He was through holding back against these creatures. He was at the place Jennifer fell in the blink of an eye and set upon the Goblins attempting to drag her towards the portal.

Three Goblins had a hold on Jennifer. Drew brandished the cattle prod like a club and struck each of them relentlessly until they released her. Two lay lifeless, their skulls cracked by the blows. The last one was huddled on the ground with broken limbs and screaming in Goblinspeak.

Jennifer reached for his hand and stood up. "You saved me!" she said, grinning. She looked a little bruised up but not seriously injured. She looked at his weapon of choice. "Where'd you get that?"

Drew glanced at the cattle prod for a moment. "I got it from a fallen Magistrate. I wanted something non lethal to use in the fight against the Genoshan guards. I didn't want to kill anyone we came across."

"Want to see something cool?" Jennifer asked, even as goblins continued to close in.

Drew handed Jennifer the cattle prod. "Make it quick." He turned and rapidly punched several of the Goblins.

As Drew took to punching goblins, Jennifer tightened her grip on the prod. He could see power sliding from it to her hand and then she gestured towards approaching goblins. Bolts strong enough to stun shot from her fingers and knocked five of them flat. She grinned as she stood back to back with Drew and the rest of the team, facing the vast horde of monsters.

Drew had never witnessed Jennifer use her powers before. She was impressive to say the least. Drew grinned back at her. "That is cool." A moment later dozens of the goblins attacked, leaving no room for discussion.

Sweeping punches crushed skull after skull. Desmond occasionally grabbed a goblin, used it as a living whip to sweep two or three aside. Every movement of his arm destroyed infernal spawn, one after the other. But attack as he might, they would just keep coming, and coming, and coming.

As the Goblins began to falter under the sudden unity and ferocity of the X-Men’s counterassault, Aurora’s lips curled in displeasure. The shrieking of her goblin vanguard grated against her ears as more of them were zapped, stunned, or sent hurtling back into the scorched battlefield. One even exploded into a wet, sulfuric burst of ichor under a blast of condensed water pressure from Hayden.

Aurora remained composed, but her eyes glowed with mounting fury. "Enough playing," she said. "S'ym! Deal with these pests!"

A thud shook the earth. Then another. And then, with the hiss of raw magic being torn from the air, the demon prince took to the battlefield. Towering, grotesque, and grinning from ear to ear with jagged teeth, the general of Limbo launched forward wielding a flaming axe taller than Jennifer. Dark runes pulsed across his arms and torso as if feeding off the battlefield itself. With a ground-shaking laugh, he raised his axe and bellowed, "S'YM WILL MAKE YOU BLEED BEFORE YOU DIE!"

Connor saw the axe coming first.

"SPREAD!" he signed, flipping backward with a somersault as the weapon cleaved the air where he'd been standing. It struck the earth with an explosion of heat and hellfire that cratered the ground.

Before S'ym could recover, a red flash split the smoke—Cyclops' optic blast slammed into the demon's chest, sending him skidding backward, hooves tearing up the scorched stone.

S'ym snarled, eyes glowing, and roared something in a twisted tongue. Hellish glyphs floated around his form as he invoked a sorcerous shield. Then his hand whipped forward, casting bolts of molten chaos at the X-Men.

Behind him, demons larger and more vicious than the goblins began to pour through the gate, armored in bone and wielding curved blades that steamed with infernal energy. The goblins rallied behind them, emboldened by the arrival of their brutish cousins.

Then Aurora rose into the sky, her cape of shadow billowing behind her. Hands outstretched, her eyes ignited like twin red suns.

"I warned you," she whispered to the wind. "Now burn."

With a snap of her fingers, fiery meteors began raining down from the crimson sky, turning the air to cinders.

The X-Men braced for impact—until a peal of thunder split the air.

A wind tore through the battlefield, scattering fire and goblins alike. Clouds blackened the sky, and a booming voice, strong and feminine, called down from above:

"Winds and rains, the Mistress of the Elements calls you forth to extinguish the fires of Hell!"

A bolt of white lightning cracked across the portal's edge, momentarily forcing it to recede.

The Windrider soared into view, her body crackling with raw elemental energy. She hurled her arms wide, and a cyclone of sleet and detritus blasted outward from her, dousing the inferno and sending goblins tumbling like ragdolls.

From behind the front lines, automatic gunfire erupted. Bullets began ripping into the demonic heavy infantry.

"GET SOME, YOU HELLSPAWN SONS OF BITCHES!" roared a voice from over the hill.

John Proudstar emerged in full battle armor, scarred but unbowed, rallying a group of Genoshan militia fighters at his back. Their weapons, looted from Magistrates and enhanced by Brotherhood engineers, ripped through the flanks of the advancing enemy. Some of the demons began grabbing goblins to shield themselves from the onslaught.

Proudstar raised his voice with commanding fury. "We didn't bleed to take Genosha back from Moreau just to hand it over to the Devil or his bitch!"

Connor let out a whooping shout, raising a fist and thumping it against his chest twice in ecstatic enthusiasm. The tide had turned. The battle wasn't over, but the X-Men weren't alone—and Limbo had just met resistance.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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