Elaine and Mystica reappeared inside the cabin with a sharp crack of displaced air. The teleport was flawless—instant, effortless, as though she had been doing it her entire life. She gave a satisfied hum, brushing a lock of hair from her face as Mystica leapt gracefully down to the table.
"Well," Elaine sighed, stretching her arms above her head with a grin. "That was fun. But now… I need to take inventory. Something tells me that stupid, perverted God wasn't finished meddling with me."
She waved her hand, and with a shimmer of light, a stack of items appeared before her—things that had not been there before. Her sharp emerald eyes widened for just a moment, before narrowing in amusement.
Mystica flicked her tail, her voice purring in Elaine's mind. "I smell… power. Dangerous power. He left you quite the collection, Mistress."
"Oh, he certainly did," Elaine murmured, stepping closer. She reached out and let her fingers brush the golden coils of a glowing rope. "The Lasso of Truth. Straight from DC's little pantheon of gods. With this, no one will ever lie to me again. Useful… in politics, especially."
She set it down carefully and reached for the next item, her lips parting in a sly smile as her hand closed around a small, blood-red stone that pulsed faintly. "The Philosopher's Stone. Unlimited transmutation, eternal life… Nicholas Flamel would be so jealous."
Mystica leapt up onto the table beside it, sniffing curiously. "It hums with raw alchemy. Dangerous, but delicious."
Elaine chuckled, then her eyes fell upon a golden ring sitting innocently atop a velvet cloth. She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? The One Ring? Subjugation of wills, invisibility, and the corruption of hearts. Definitely something a pervert God would think fits me." She slipped it onto her finger just to test, and felt the whispering brush of power claw at her mind. Immediately, she yanked it off with a laugh. "Not today, precious. I'll use you on my terms."
Then she saw it—an ancient, black tome, bound in skin and reeking of forbidden energy. The Book of Vile Darkness. Just the sight of it would have driven mortals insane, yet Elaine only tilted her head with fascination. "Ahhh. Now this… this is my style."
Her fingers trailed over the cover, feeling it pulse in rhythm with her own heartbeat. Mystica's tail lashed once. "That book wants to own you, Mistress. Be careful."
Elaine smirked. "Please. No book owns me." She tapped the cover. "I own it."
Next was a wand that radiated magic like a beacon. She lifted it slowly, twirling it in her fingers. "The Elder Wand. The supposed death stick. Most powerful wand in existence." She tested it with a lazy flick, and sparks of raw power crackled through the air, shaking the cabin. "Mm. Not bad."
Finally, lying beside the wand, wrapped in dark cloth, were two relics of another world entirely. Elaine unwrapped them with reverence.
The Sword of Totsuka—its ethereal blade shimmered with a light that seemed to reach into the soul itself, while the Yata Mirror gleamed with shifting, translucent hues. She whistled low. "Oh, Itachi, you had taste. A blade that seals, a shield that defends against anything… these alone could make me untouchable."
She leaned back, hands on her hips, surveying the pile of artifacts with a grin that bordered on wicked. "So. Let's summarize: I don't need to eat, drink, or sleep anymore. I'm effectively immortal, absurdly powerful, and… apparently, I now own some of the most overpowered magical artifacts in existence. All while looking absolutely fabulous in slutty outfits. Yes… the God is definitely a pervert."
Mystica purred, her voice amused. "Perhaps he knows you'll use it all. After all, Mistress, power suits you."
Elaine laughed, a soft, dangerous sound that filled the cabin. "Yes, Mystica. Power does suit me. And now, this little Marvel Earth won't even know what hit it."