Herobrine in Marvel...again

Mephisto, ever the opportunist, watched Fan Fei from the shadows for some time. The once-exiled warrior, now wandering the Earth, had unwittingly become a beacon of fascination to beings far beyond mortal comprehension. Her powers as the Iron Fist intrigued him—a blend of raw martial skill and mystical energy tied to something ancient and primal. The dragon blood coursing through her veins gave her a presence that even he, the Lord of Hell, found enticing.

She had earned the worship of early humans through her acts of valor. Despite her refusal to train them, she couldn't help but defend them, battling monstrous creatures and rival clans like the Gorgilla Clan of Man-Apes. Over the years, she became a figure of legend, a 'goddess' in the eyes of those she protected. And to Mephisto, such faith and adoration were a potential goldmine of power.

One night, as the moon bathed the land in silver light, Mephisto made his move. Disguising himself as a traveler, he appeared before Fan Fei as she meditated near a roaring fire. The air around him was heavy with subtle infernal energy, just enough to pique her finely tuned senses without alarming her outright.

"Greetings, noble one," Mephisto said, his voice smooth and warm, like honey laced with poison. "I have watched your deeds from afar. You are a protector, a savior to these fragile mortals. Their devotion to you is remarkable."

Fan Fei opened her eyes, her piercing gaze cutting through his charming facade. "And you are no mere mortal traveler," she said, her tone sharp and unyielding. "Speak your true purpose."

Mephisto chuckled, his form shifting slightly to reveal his more regal, demonic appearance. "Ah, perceptive as ever. Very well, I shall be honest. I am Mephisto, a humble admirer of greatness such as yours. I come not to harm, but to offer a partnership."

Fan Fei remained unmoved. "What kind of 'partnership'?"

"The power you wield is extraordinary, tied to something ancient and powerful, a dragon, no less," Mephisto said, his voice dripping with admiration. "But your potential is being wasted. Why merely protect these humans when you could rule them? They already see you as a goddess. Let me help you harness their worship, their devotion. Together, we could reshape this world."

Fan Fei's eyes narrowed. "Rule them? You misunderstand my purpose. I fight to protect, not to dominate. Their faith is not mine to exploit."

Mephisto's smile faltered for a brief moment before he recovered, leaning in slightly. "Ah, but think of the good you could do with such power. You could end the chaos and bring order to this savage world. All I ask is a small price, share their worship with me. Together, we could bring an era of peace."

Fan Fei rose to her feet, anger flashing in her eyes. "I have no need for your 'help' or your lies, demon. Leave this place before I send you back to whatever pit you crawled from."

Mephisto's eyes glinted with malevolence as his charming demeanor cracked, revealing a flash of the fury beneath. "You dare reject me? Do you truly believe these mortals will always honor you? Worship you? They are fickle and weak. They will turn on you the moment it suits them."

Fan Fei stepped closer. "Then so be it. I would rather stand alone than stoop to your level. Leave now, Mephisto, or I will show you the strength of a mortal."

For a moment, Mephisto hesitated, weighing his options. Then, with a sneer, he stepped back. "Very well, stubborn mortal. But remember this, I offered you a chance to rise above. When you fall, and you will fall, do not expect my mercy."

With a flicker of fire and shadow, he vanished into the night, leaving Fan Fei alone with the crackling flames.

(Somewhere in the Forest)

Mephisto seethed with irritation. Fan Fei's rejection had stung his pride, but he was no stranger to defiance. If she would not accept his offer, then he would find another way to make her suffer—and perhaps, teach her the consequences of spurning his generosity.

In the dense wilderness, the Gorgilla Clan, a tribe of monstrous, towering ape-like creatures, prowled with savage intent. For years, they had terrorized the scattered tribes of early humans, seeking to dominate and destroy all in their path. Their sheer strength and ferocity made them an unstoppable force for most humans. But Fan Fei was no ordinary human.

Time and again, the Iron Fist had thwarted the Gorgilla Clan's raids. With her unparalleled martial skill and the mystical energy of the dragon (Chi), she repelled their attacks, defeating them decisively each time. Her victories emboldened the human tribes she protected, allowing them to survive and flourish.

The Gorgillas, however, were not easily deterred. Their rage grew with each defeat, and their leader, the Ape King, seethed with frustration. The massive creature, easily twice the size of his kin, was a brute force of nature—primal and cunning. Yet even his might had been no match for Fan Fei's blazing fists.

It was this very rage that drew Mephisto to him. Hidden in the shadows, the demon watched as the Ape King roared in fury, smashing trees to splinters after another failed attempt to destroy a human settlement.

"Such strength," Mephisto mused, stepping out of the shadows, his form a flickering blend of fire and darkness. "Yet so wasted on failure."

The Ape King froze, his primal instincts sensing a power far greater than his own. He turned, baring his fangs at the intruder. "Who... are you?"

(It wasn't like that these guys could speak human language but Mephisto was multilingual)

Mephisto smirked. "I am Mephisto, a being who can offer you the power to crush your enemies and claim this land as your own. I have watched your struggles, Ape King, and I see potential in you."

The Ape King snarled, but his curiosity outweighed his hostility. "What... do you want?"

"Your loyalty," Mephisto said simply, his voice smooth and beguiling. "Swear yourself to me, and I will grant you mastery over a power far greater than anything you have ever known."

The Ape King hesitated, his primal mind torn between distrust and desire. "What kind of power?"

With a wave of his hand, Mephisto conjured a swirling inferno of Hellfire, its flames dancing with unnatural intensity. The Ape King recoiled at first but soon found himself mesmerized by its destructive beauty.

"This is Hellfire," Mephisto said, his voice low and hypnotic. "It burns hotter than any mortal flame, and it will make you unstoppable. With it, you can annihilate your enemies and bring even the Iron Fist to her knees."

The mention of Fan Fei made the Ape King's eyes burn with fury. "Her… I will crush her!"

Mephisto's smirk widened. "Then the deal is struck."

But something unexpected happened the beast was unable to control it.

Mephisto clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Tch. Of course. A beast is still a beast, no matter how much power you give it."

The Ape King growled, frustrated as the flames sputtered around him. "This… this fire. Useless! I not control it!"

"Patience, my dear brute," Mephisto said, his tone mocking yet condescendingly sweet.

With a snap of his fingers, Mephisto summoned a massive club, its surface encrusted with gleaming black diamonds that shimmered with a fiery glow. The weapon radiated an aura of dread and power, the diamonds pulsating like embers in a dying fire.

"Behold," Mephisto declared, presenting the club with a theatrical flourish. "This is the Obsidian Maul, imbued with my Hellfire. Through this, you can command the flames to obey your will."

The Ape King reached out, his massive hands trembling slightly as they closed around the club. The moment he touched it, a surge of Hellfire coursed through him, steady and controlled. The flames no longer lashed out wildly but instead flowed into the maul, swirling around it like obedient servants.

With a triumphant roar, the Ape King swung the club, sending a wave of Hellfire roaring into the forest. Trees ignited in an instant, their trunks consumed by unholy flames. The other Gorgillas watched in awe, their fear of their leader now transforming into reverence.

"This... power!" the Ape King bellowed, his eyes blazing with infernal light.

Mephisto's smirk widened. "Yes, my dear servant. With this weapon, you are more than a king. You are my champion. Go now, and show the Iron Fist what happens to those who defy me."

The Ape King hefted the Obsidian Maul onto his shoulder, the flames dancing along its length with terrifying grace. "Humans will burn," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "And the goddess will fall."

As the Gorgillas rallied behind their leader, the forest echoed with their savage cries. Mephisto lingered in the shadows, his fiery eyes watching with satisfaction.

"Let's see how you handle this, Iron Fist," he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement. "The game is just beginning."

(Somewhere in Africa - Future Wakanda)

Bast lounged atop a smooth boulder, basking in the golden rays of the sun as a gentle breeze ruffled her sleek fur. In her 'panther' (cat but large) form, she maintained an air of lazy regality, idly grooming herself while the tribe she had decided to 'bless' with her divine presence scurried about beneath her watchful eyes.

Since declaring herself the Panther Goddess, she had taken it upon herself to guide and protect these humans, though most of her 'guidance' involved dramatic proclamations, the occasional glare, and graciously allowing them to worship her, and her lord.

"Such simple creatures," Bast murmured, her feline ears twitching as she 'watched' the warrior members of the tribe approach the strange plants and ores surrounding Herobrine's gift. Among them was Mosi, a strong man who was much more intelligent and wise than his fellow tribesmen.

The glowing plants, heart-shaped herbs result of mutation from the Vibranium, and Bast's tinkering (she tried her ability to give blessings on plants!), Mosi knelt before the said herb, his head bowed in reverence.

"Oh, Herobrine and Panther Goddess, grant us your permission to partake of this sacred gift, that we may grow strong and remain worthy of your protection."

Perched atop a smooth boulder, Bast let out a low purr, clearly pleased by the tribute. Her golden eyes were half-lidded, and she lazily flicked her tail, her posture exuding both grace and arrogance. "You are fortunate," she said with a grin, "that I am a generous goddess, unlike... them."

She stretched lazily, then allowed her form to dissolve into shimmering particles of light. A moment later, she reappeared in front of Mosi in her majestic hybrid form. Her tall, feline figure radiated authority, her sleek black fur shimmering under the sunlight.

"Blessing?" Bast mused as she began to circle Mosi. Her sharp claws clicked faintly against the ground. "Why should I grant you such a gift? What makes you worthy of my divine favor?"

Mosi kept his gaze respectfully lowered, his voice resolute. "Goddess, I wish to become a strong and wise leader. To lead my tribe to greatness, to protect them from all dangers, and to ensure we remain worthy of your and Herobrine's protection."

Bast paused, her piercing eyes narrowing as she scrutinized him. After a moment of silence, she chuckled, the sound rich and melodic. "Hmph. Words are easy, mortal. But your determination is... commendable." She leaned closer, her golden eyes locking onto his. "Very well. I deem you worthy of my blessing—for now. But know this: the path of a protector is not an easy one. You will face trials, and should you falter, you will lose everything, including my favor."

Mosi nodded solemnly. "I understand, Goddess. I will not fail you or my people."

Bast straightened, her tail swishing behind her. Her voice rang out with authority. "Then rise, Mosi. From this day forward, you are no mere warrior. You are my chosen protector, my herald. You shall be the Black Panther, the guardian of your people, and the embodiment of my will. Serve with honor, and perhaps, one day, even Herobrine himself will acknowledge your worth."

Mosi stood, his heart pounding with newfound strength and purpose. The herb glowed faintly in his hands as he consumed it, its power coursing through his veins. His senses sharpened, his strength amplified, and an unshakable bond with Bast forged within his very soul.

Bast watched with satisfaction as he transformed. "Do not disappoint me, Mosi. The Panther Goddess does not grant second chances lightly."

As she turned to leave, her figure dissolving once more into shimmering light, her parting words echoed in the air. "Protect your people well, Black Panther. Prove that you are worthy of my name."

Mosi, now imbued with divine strength, knelt once more, vowing silently to live up to her expectations.

~~~~~

The Gorgillas are not made by Deviants but are natural; Celestials are yet to approach.

The Wakandan or future Wakandan people think Herobrine is Bast's husband since the noblewoman/man calls their partners Lady/Lord in front of others, even if nobles is not a thing for now, but you understand.

Bast Pics.

Black Panther Pics.

Atum Pics.

Amaunet Pics.

Vibranium Asteroid Pics.

(No need to look below)

And how the hell were chapters finished so quickly 12k words and all finished so fast, man. My winter vacation is also finished, so updates may get wonky; I am not gonna lie. The vacation days are ending faster than 2024 😭 I have no chapters ready, by the way, and I have my CoCX Tensura fic, too.

I am taking rest from my other fic btw.

Also...I am working on another fanfic 😭 (My past self would beat me black and blue since I promised myself that I won't write another unless I finish atleast one current fanfic.) It is a Naruto one and like always it is VERY different world than original. And weird too.

But I won't upload it before at least 100k words because I am sure I will lose interest once I start uploading.