Marvel: Sin Lord

The morning sun filtered through the Massachusetts Academy's grand windows as Inarius walked through the corridors, still adjusting to life at the school. It had been a whirlwind month, and though he was starting to feel like he belonged, there were still moments that threw him off balance—like today.

He sat across from Emma Frost in her office, her ever-poised demeanor somehow making him feel like he was underdressed, even in his plain clothes. She leaned forward slightly, her ice-blue eyes meeting his.

"You've been with us for a month now, Inarius. It's time for you to choose an alias."

Inarius tilted his head. "An alias? Like a codename?"

"Exactly. Something that reflects your abilities, your essence. It's tradition among mutants, especially those in teams like the Hellions."

He thought for a moment, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the chair. His powers, his past, the way he could feel and absorb the sins of others—it all pointed to one word.

"Sin Lord," he said finally.

Emma raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a faint smile. "Sin Lord. Bold. Dramatic. It suits you."

Inarius barely made it down the hallway before Empath caught wind of his new alias. He sauntered over, his usual smirk firmly in place.

"Sin Lord?" Empath drawled, leaning casually against the wall. "Really? That's what you're going with? Sounds like something out of a bad fantasy novel."

Inarius rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "And what would you suggest, oh wise one?"

Empath grinned. "Anything but that. Honestly, it's so corny I'm embarrassed for you."

"Good thing I didn't ask for your opinion."

Empath chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "Fair enough, Sin Lord. Or should I say Lord of Cheese?"

Before Inarius could retort, Tarot walked by, giving them both a curious glance. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Inarius muttered, shooting a glare at Empath.

Later that day, Emma summoned Inarius to the Hellions' briefing room. There, she presented him with something he hadn't expected—his Hellion uniform.

The sight of it made him freeze. The suit was primarily Pink, with black accents.

"You've got to be kidding me," he said, his voice flat.

Emma's expression didn't waver. "It's the Hellions' colors. It's tradition."

"I look like a bottle of bubblegum," he muttered, holding the suit up.

"It's non-negotiable, Inarius. Suit up."

He groaned but did as he was told, slipping into the suit. The material was surprisingly comfortable, but that didn't make him feel any less ridiculous. When he stepped out, Empath was waiting.

"Well, well," Empath said, barely holding back laughter. "If it isn't the Sin Lord, ready to slay us all with his fashion sense."

"Keep talking, Manuel," Inarius said, his tone warning.

Once the team was assembled, Emma addressed them. She stood at the head of the room, her commanding presence silencing any murmurs.

"There's a mutant in a small town in Texas," she began. "Their name is John. They're young, confused, and potentially dangerous. Your mission is to recruit them and bring them here safely."

"Sounds easy enough," Jetstream said with a shrug.

Emma's gaze sharpened. "Don't underestimate this. The X-Men are likely aware of John as well, which means they may try to interfere. If they show up, do not engage unless absolutely necessary. Your priority is the mutant."

Inarius listened intently, his nerves tingling. This would be his first real mission with the Hellions, and the stakes felt high.

The Hellions boarded one of the Academy's sleek jets, its interior outfitted with state-of-the-art technology. Inarius settled into a seat, staring out the window as the plane ascended.

Tarot sat beside him, offering a reassuring smile. "First mission?"

"Yeah," he admitted.

"You'll be fine. Just stick with us, and remember—Emma wouldn't send us if she didn't think we could handle it."

Her words helped, though his mind still raced with possibilities. The thought of facing the X-Men—legends he'd only heard about—sent a thrill of anxiety through him.

As the plane soared through the clouds, Inarius closed his eyes, preparing himself for whatever awaited them in Texas.