The iain disappeared as Aron released his power. The air was still cold, but the snowstorm had stopped. Aron took a deep breath and looked at the shattered bodies around him. He didn't feel any guilt for them. They deserved it. He touched the ground and used his Phoenix fmes to burn every sirace of DNA from Shaw, Azazel, and their teammates. He knew about Azazel's power of immortality and magic. So, there was a ce that he might somehow e back to life. But before the Phoenix Force, his power of immortality and magic was useless.

  Then he left the warehouse.

  Outside, the others were waiting for him. All this time, he had been hiding his ability to use multiple powers, and the Professor went his way to manipute their minds, but after using that firepower, hiding wasn't an option anymore. Back then, he was weak. That ged. The present Aron is strong, probably stro with the Phoenix Forder his trol.

  Kitty ran up to him. " Are you alright? What about Shaw?" she asked. The others followed behind her and stood before him. They were worried about him and fused as to how he came that fast, not to mention using other powers than ice.

  Aron smiled. "Don't worry. I took care of him." He looked at Jean. "How is she doing?"

  Logan said, "She's still knocked out, but fine."

  "Good. You guys go back," Aron said.

  "What about you?" Scott asked.

  Aron g Jean and answered, "I'm going to going to take a long walk."

  He po raid the Hellfire Club branches aroy them pletely to prevent another situation like this from happening and probably discover the real identity of the inal body he was ed from. If it's All For Ohen things would bee dangerous iure, and sidering how he himself didn't take steps and send Shaw for the job, Aron was certain that if his predi is correct then All For One might be in a weakeate. He might stand a ce. And if his predi is wrong and it isn't All For Ohat's eveer, he'll just get rid of them.

  "Don't even think about going to the Hellfire Club," Psylocke said. She knew what he nning.

  [Bamf!] Aron disappeared from their sight leaving a bck smoke behind.

  "He's going there, isn't he?" Logan asked.

  "Yes," Psylocke said. She turned around. "Let's head back. Scott, call Agent O and ask her to take care of the se."

  ...

  [Meanwhile] [New York] [Hellfire strip club] [Back to Aron's first Person POV]

  I appeared around the alley of a strip club, the world spinning slightly as I steadied myself. Teleportation was… different. It felt like being sucked into a bck hole, then spit out the other side. Definitely something I'd o get used to.

  "Alright. Time to ge my looks," I muttered to myself. With Azazel's power now flowing through me, a bit of tration gave me access to some shapeshifting abilities. I felt my face shift, my body adapting to a different form, though I'd need new clothes to match if I was going to make it inside. Oh, as for whom I transformed into? It was one of the mafia bosses from my past life. An arrogant fucker with a good face.

  Well, I used my super speed to go to the clothing store, picked a nice suit, wore it, and like a good citizen paid through the QR code for it before speeding out. Everyone is making a living out there, so stealing things just like that might have cost that poor receptionist or worker their job.

  Now, I stood outside the strip club, the lights fshing outside and a bouanding by the door. Well, this should be fun. I walked up, the man staring at me with narrowed eyes as I approached.

  He put a hand out, blog me from entering.

  "VIP night today. Show your card." He said in a gruff voice, his muscles bulging underh a tight bck shirt.

  I used my mind trol on him and took a peek at his memories which I shouldn't have. Now, I feel sorry for him.

  This guy's name is Thinkers. What kind of parents heir kids, Thinkers? His mother was a stripper and his dad, well, one of her mother's regurs. His wife cucked him with one of the other bouncers, who is this guy's boss because he couldn't satisfy her with his pinky. He took many pills and even ese medie. Hahaha, he got scammed. Now, he found out, but couldn't divorce her because he didn't want to lose 50%. And every now and then, his boss swings by his house to fuck his wife and mom. And this guy just takes it. Eew. That's one messed up situation. As a result, he trolls others oer, especially on Webnovel. [Death to the trolls]

  "I just showed you my card, what the fuck are you still blog me for?"

  His eyes turned gssy for a sed. "My mistake sir," he muttered. "Ght in." He stepped aside, letting me pass.

  I passed him by, keeping my arrogant face.

  I stepped into the club, greeted by the fsh of red and purple lights illuminating the dark interior. Heavy bass from the speakers vibrated through the floor, mingling with the st of alcohol and smoke. The pce acked; people crowded around tables, dang on ptforms, and lounging in private booths. Waitresses in tight dresses walked through, serving drinks, while men in suits exged cash, doing deals. Others simply ehe pany of women dressed in almost nothing, ughing and blowing smoke from cigars or something stronger.

  Then there was this VIP area where naked women were dang and those closed-door booths, better thaer ones, but more expensive.

  I walked deeper into the club, the noise washing over me, and I focused on keeping my expression that of a mao this kind of se. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. As I moved through, I casually reached out with my mind, feeling the thoughts aions arouhese people were pretty easy to read. They were mostly thinking about sex, booze, drugs or money. Sometimes all four at the same time.

  Well, their life and money, who am I to get in their way and judge them? Heck, I love sex and money, minus the booze and drugs.

  A few were plotting to kill each other yet they were ughing and drinking together without a care in the world. Ha, one of them, or probably both of them would get killed tonight. Oh, the reason some might ask... One guy is fug the uy's wife and the uy is fug the first guy's mom. Both of them found out about each other, but no one said anything and just enjoying the night for now.

  It's like watg a bad drama.

  And anroup of guys, one of them was actually a woman. They were pnning to do a BDSM session ter in the VIP area.

  Damn, I'm getting distracted. I o get ba trad focus.

  "Hey baby, wanna have some fun?"

  A milf in an expensive red dress stepped up beside me, her face covered in makeup and her boobs almost popping out of her top. Those are sili-stuffed tits, no doubt. She even has a branded bag in her left hand. She's a VIP.

  "I could really use some you," she said, trag a finger ay chest. "What do you say? I'll eat your ass if you want."

  I read her mind and she was really high and horny as fuck. Her name is Victoria and she's 48. A divorced housewife with a kid in college. She es here often, and hunts youo sleep with. She likes it when they're young and dominant. And she definitely has a thing for eating asses.

  Well, that's a messed up woman.

  "Thanks for the offer, but maybe aime," I told her.

  "Oh, e on, don't be shy. I know you want it. Just follow me and I'll give you a night you'll never fet." She said and moved to pull me away, but I stopped her using telepathy and made her go away.

  That was weird.

  I went up to the VIP area. I o find someone who khe inner ws of this pce. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll find Emma Frost tonight.

  Three guards stood statio the end of the hallway, guarding a bck door. I could sehey were sharper than the average bouncers, maybe even mutants themselves.

  Fog ohoughts, I sifted through the surfaoise. Ah, there it was—A hiddeor leading down to the basement. The pce had private rooms and cages, with mutant girls put on dispy for their so-called "VIPs." The people who frequehat area had a taste for power and trol, more often than not getting off on dehumanizing others. And it wasn't just any mutants; they made sure it was someone rare or particurly vulnerable.

  Emma Frost was here tonight. She was deep in that basement, overseeing things in her usual aloof manner, likely dressed in white and basking iatus. The guards were jittery; Emma had given strict orders not to be interrupted.

  Alright, game time.

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