Just the sight of the two guns sent a chill down both Tony Stark and Sanjid's spines. A strange pressure hung in the air like a storm about to break.
Tony's eyes locked onto the weapons. Even before touching them, he could feel the immense power radiating from them.
J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice sounded in his earpiece, calm but alert.
"Sir, these two guns are surrounded by a magnetic field that closely resembles the aura around Mjolnir and the Sword of Victory's Oath. It's incredibly unique."
Tony nodded slightly. He had designed these guns himself, and yet… this transformation was something else entirely. What he saw now was not the result of simple upgrades or better materials.
It was a whole new level.
His thoughts drifted to Thor's tales of the dwarven blacksmiths in Nidavellir. If he could learn even a fraction of that technique and apply it to his MK armors… it would elevate his combat effectiveness to a whole new tier.
Yes, he decided. He must find a way to visit Asgard and study their forging methods.
"Looks like Thor owes me a favor," Tony murmured, eyes still fixed on the guns.
Bella, meanwhile, seemed unaffected by the awe surrounding the weapons. Calmly, she introduced them.
"The red one is called 'Bloody Rose,' and the white one is 'Goddess of War.'"
She pointed to each in turn. "They're crafted from Holy Light Stone, a rare material specifically designed to counter dark beings—demons, vampires, the Blood Clan."
"Later, the Dwarf King reforged them with Uru metal and enchanted them with divine spells. They're nearly as powerful as ancient relics."
She added, "They can channel your magic at maximum efficiency, and there's one more feature—they automatically warn the wielder if a demon is near."
Sanjid blinked. "Understood."
Bella gave a light nod. Her gaze shifted upward to the distant sky, where members of the special department had begun to move into position. She decided it was time to go.
In a flash of light and rising clouds, Bella vanished from the broken support beam.
Sanjid stepped forward, his eyes still glued to the guns. His silver cross sword vanished into its sheath as he reached toward the weapons.
The moment his fingers made contact, a strange vision struck him.
Boom!
His mind reeled.
In an instant, he saw a battlefield soaked in blood, a world where corpses were stacked like mountains and seas of blood churned beneath a sky of screams.
Countless undead writhed in torment, reaching for him with twisted hands and hollow moans.
The murderous intent embedded within the guns tried to claw into his soul.
Sanjid's breathing grew ragged. His knees nearly buckled under the mental pressure.
But he held on.
His will, forged through years of struggle and pain, stood unshaken. He wasn't a boy anymore. He had survived too much to be defeated by mere illusions.
Sweat dripped down his face as he finally grasped the handles. The guns vibrated gently in his hands, acknowledging their new master.
Behind him, a hand landed on his shoulder.
"Sanjid, maybe we should talk."
He turned and found Tony standing beside him, eyebrows raised with a knowing grin.
At Avengers Tower, the full team had assembled.
Sanjid sat quietly on a bench near the tall windows, the twin guns resting beside him. Across the sleek glass table sat Thor, Bruce Banner, and others, all watching him curiously.
Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway.
Nick Fury entered, clad in his classic black suit and trench coat. At his side, Tony followed with hands in his pockets and that usual air of calculated seriousness.
Tony didn't waste time.
"I assume everyone has been briefed. J.A.R.V.I.S., display it."
A holographic projection lit up above the table, revealing a figure—Wesley.
Or rather… who he used to be.
"His name is Wesley. But now… he's Mephisto."
The group shifted in their seats at the name.
"The Demon King," Tony added. "Aside from Natasha and Barton, most of you haven't encountered him. But he's dangerous. Extremely."
Thor squinted. "I've heard tales. Mephisto rules a hellish dimension. My father fought him once. But what's he doing here, on Earth?"
Tony explained, "His son, Witch-Heart Demon, tried to open a Hell Rift recently. He failed, thanks to the Goddess of Judgment."
He paused, voice heavy.
"Now the father's come to finish what the son started."
Fury leaned in. "S.H.I.E.L.D. is on high alert. I've already sent word to Ghost Rider. If demons are walking the Earth again, we need every ally."
Tony clenched his fist and brought it down on the table.
"No matter what he's planning, we can't let it happen. We stop Mephisto before it's too late."
Three days passed quickly.
Far from the chaos, across an endless blue sea, a sleek luxury yacht cut through the waves, glowing under the dusk sky.
While the Avengers spread out across the globe, tracking demonic energy spikes, Bella took a different approach.
She chose peace.
With Sally and Angie in tow, she set off for a short vacation—a reward for surviving another world-ending crisis.
The yacht was massive—over 35 meters long, with a flawless design that screamed elegance. It boasted the latest communication tech, GPS systems, and onboard AI.
The interior was a masterpiece: teak wood panels, gold-plated fixtures, stainless steel rails, premium carpets, and hand-selected furniture. Original paintings adorned the walls. The lighting was custom-designed to create a warm, luxurious ambiance.
The yacht had cost Bella 11.3 million dollars, but she didn't mind. To her, quality was never something to compromise on.
And this was quality.
Since Angie's vacation time was limited—just four days—they decided to remain near the coastlines of Country M.
At the moment, Bella, Sally, Angie, a fluffy cat, and a lazy golden retriever lounged on deck chairs, watching the sunset.
The sea breeze was soft. The sky was painted in amber and lilac streaks. It was peaceful. It was perfect.
Bella leaned back with a small smile. She loved this feeling.
Then, her eyes narrowed slightly.
She felt it—a ripple of energy, faint but noticeable.
"Looks like Sanjid finally activated the guns," she whispered.
Through her mystical connection to the Bloody Rose and Goddess of War, she sensed a surge of power—brimming with life and determination.
She smiled softly.
"This will be good training for him. Even if Mephisto appears, Sanjid won't go down easy now."
Unless things escalated further, Bella had no need to intervene. She'd let the young warrior fight his own battles.
Suddenly, she was pulled from her thoughts by a warm little body jumping onto her lap.
"Sister, what are we having for dinner?" Sally asked, eyes wide with mock sorrow.
Beside her, the golden retriever let out a low whine, and the big blue cat blinked with exaggerated sadness.
Even Angie had joined in, pouting with dramatic flair.
Bella rolled her eyes. "Really? You're all starving now? I know this act—you're just bored."
But her heart wasn't annoyed. She knew them too well.
Angie had always been a bit of a drama queen, and now even Sally had picked up on it. Their playful tricks had become part of their family dynamic.
Bella chuckled. It was moments like these that reminded her of what she was fighting for.
No matter how chaotic the world became… this warmth, this peace, had to be protected.
And for now, she would enjoy it.
(End of Chapter)
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