12/23/44...

How odd, fate seems to be. It was only a few days ago that you were thrown into an intergalactic conflict that had spread over millennia yet, your destiny was not there. You had died twice in your young age and have experienced things that would be unsightly to many others. Yet you are still here. Still alive. Still, a hero.

It is now time for you to learn your true destiny. The truth of why you were truly created in this world. The truth begins here in East Bromwich, England.

This story is the beginning of the end.

Jeremiah, the Doctor as you know him, was standing in the center of a ruined structure alongside his allies. All bared the red armband with the mark of evil. All stood at the ready as Jeremiah began his chant, wearing the ceremonial robes.

Jeremiah: Chained in heaven are they. Seven is their number. Bred in depths of ocean, neither male nor female are they. They are as howling wind, which knoweth not mercy, which knoweth not pity. Heedless are they to pray and supplication. They are the serpent. They are the furious beast. The windstorm. Evil winds they are. The evil breath that heraldeth the baneful storm. They are mighty children. Hearlds of pestilence. Thorne bearers of ereshigal.

Watching, where several of the top Nazi paranormal experts. Those who have witness the horrors of the supernatural and the beauty of the mystic arts. Those who wished to use this power to please their leader.

This was project Ragna Rok. The Fatal Destiny.

Ilsa: Increase the power. Don't let the level drop.

Leopold: I shall not. But if this contiues much longer, we shall be in great danger of burning out the primary coils.

Jeremiah lifted the metal rod into the air. He had created this machine himself. The lighting from the storm will provide it with enough power to work. The gloves he wore would ensure that nothing will go haywire and that he would not die. Not that he could, anyway.

Jeremiah: They are the flood which rusheth through the land. Seven gods of might. Seven demons of oppression. Seven in heaven and seven on Earth.

The sky crackled as a flash of lighting flew down and hit the rod.

Jeremiah: Of giant strength and giant tread are they. Knowing no care they grind the land like corn. Knowing no mercy they rage against mankind, to spill blood like rain and devour flesh. Let they seven now rise from the abyss. Away be cast all chains. Freedom is to them. Power is to them.

Elsewhere, a Squadron of soldiers listened as Lady Cynthia Eden-Jones, England's top medium, told them what was going on. Among the soldiers was one blonde haired, blue eyed American. Steve Rogers listened intently. He didn't believe in the supernatural quite yet. He just knew that he had a mission, and that he needed to fulfill it.

Lady Cynthia: Oh! I feel it. Pain. Terrible anguish, as of a great tragedy. A tragedy from many years ago. It is this I sensed. This which brought me here. It is this older sorrow which now draws upon the evil forces let loose into the world tonight.

Leopold: The focus! The focus is drifting!

Ilsa: More power! If we lose it now....

Lady Cynthia: We are not alone here. There are troubled spirits. Holy spirits. A priest. A nun. Their shades are with us. It is their pain which haunts this place. Their secret which stains these ancient stones. They have a message. They say...they say something is coming.

The energy of the lighting contiued to override the machine. Jeremiah didn't move. He didn't flinch. He waited. He embraced the pain as the machine sparked and everyone began to back away. The allied forces had arrived with their guns at the ready, but they were too late. The machine erupted everyone ducked for cover.

Steve: Your Ladyship! GET DOWN!

He tackled Lady Cynthia to the ground as the machine exploded in a bright flame. Standing there, in the center of it all, was Jeremiah. His gloves were smoking an unholy color while he stood there. His hair was no longer the color it once was. It was white. His clothing was now void of any color. He had a smile on his face.

The leader of the supernatural research stood up. Von Krupt or Klaus Werner.

Klaus: Well? This bleak place seemed remarkably unchanged for a maracle to have occurred.

Jeremiah: Spare me your sarcasm, Von Krupt.

Klaus: Sarcasm? My sarcasm is the very least of your worries, Doctor. You promised the Führer a miracle. Something which would reverse the course of this war and ensure the victory of the reich. Herr Hitler does not take kindly to failure.

Jeremiah just laughed as he turned around. Everyone flinched when they saw the pure black of his eyes. Slowly, they returned to normal but his smile remained.

Jeremiah: I have not failed, Von Krupt. I have set in motion events which cannot be reversed or undone. I promised Herr Hitler a miracle. Now, I am one.

Ilsa: I don't understand.

Jeremiah smiled as he took a step forward. Without warning, a shot was fired. The bullet lodged itself into the skull of the mad doctor, who simply stood there. He slowly lifted his hand and plunged his fingers into the wound. Everyone watched in horror as Jeremiah dug the bullet out and dropped it to the floor.

Jeremiah: Believe me, Von Krupt. I will make sure that victory is made. Just not by you. Not by any human. I will pave the way for my successor, and I will return this world to it's rightful rulers.

His eyes slowly grew darker as his teeth grew sharper.

Jeremiah: I will save this world.
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Present Day...

Y/N: This is, just bizarre.

Y/N L/N. Outlaw. Acting Leader of The Champions.

You held your bag close to you as you looked around. You had been away from home plenty of times. Hell, you've been to every continent in the world. You've been on the moon. You've even been on a separate Earth. Why was this any different?

Y/N: Geez. I'm seriously in for it when I eventually get back.

It was difficult because the only thing you left behind, was a letter. No phone call, no video chat, not even a goodbye. Just a letter to tell everyone who would worry about you that you were now on the hunt for monsters that your father had a hand in creating one way or another. You know, minus the part where you tell them why you were actually gone and instead lied and said that you were on a trip with your brother. You unconsciously tapped the gun that was holstered in your jacket as you gave it some thought.

Nikki: Perhaps. For now, you should focus on what's important.

Nikki L/N. Kraken. Champion.

You turned to your brother as he looked at the map he had bought from the shop nearby.

Y/N: Right. What were doing again? Or, where are we supposed to go? What monster are we killing?

Nikki: The Penanggalan. That's why we're in Malaysia. We will head to Hurwood's home and wait there.

He picked up his bag and began to walk down the dirt street. You followed as you looked at the buildings and the people.

Y/N: Wait there? What for?

Nikki: Our guide. Someone who will be able to show us to the Penanggalan's liar and help us get out of the jungle. It can get dangerous at night.

Y/N: I can't imagine it's much better than hunting demons and monsters.

It had taken a while but you had both reached your destination. A house that was right on the river that looked like something out of a old timey adventure movie. You tossed your bag on your bed and sighed before falling face first onto it. This resulted in the bed frame breaking and the entire thing falling on the floor.

Y/N: Nice.

You pushed yourself up and stood up before you remembered that you had a loaded revolver on your hip. You pulled it out and looked at it for a moment. While you called it a revolver, it was really more like a mini cannon. A Smith & Wesson Model 460. A large bore five-shot, single-action/double-action revolver by Smith & Wesson chambered for the .460 S&W Magnum cartridge. It was designed as a hunting and dangerous game defensive revolver for use in Africa and Alaska.

One hell of a gun. Hopefully it could stand against the forces of hell.

Nikki: So, I never asked but, what did you put in that letter? Did you tell Nadia anything? Any of the Champions?

Y/N: Uh, now that you mention it....

Nikki looked at you shocked.

Nikki: Did you tell anyone anything in that letter?!

Y/N: Kinda? I told mom and Hailey that we were going on a trip.

Nikki: This is not a trip.

Y/N: It kinda is. I mean, it's a monster hunting trip. Just like a normal trip but, like, twice the danger.

Nikki pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed. To be fair, you didn't want anyone to worry. Everyone already had a lot on their plate and you didn't want to add to that. Besides, this was a family matter.

Y/N: I'm sorry! I didn't know I was supposed to tell everyone that we were going to spend the next three months hunting monsters and demons.

Nikki: I should've left a letter to.

He suddenly perked up. He looked around for a moment.

Y/N: What's up?

Nikki: Shh.

You quickly shut up as he looked around the room. He reached into his coat before he pulled something out. Then, suddenly, he threw a knife across the room and a loud scream echoed through the room.

Y/N: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

Nikki: And easedropper.

You both looked over at the knife that was lodged in the wall before someone came into view. A familiar blue face turned visible.

Y/N: Mur-G'nn?!

The Kree-Skrull hybrid smiled awkwardly as she tried to tug her robe free from the knife's blade.

Mur-G'nn: H-Hello, Y/N. It is good to see you again. I see that you are with your brother.

Nikki: Y/N, explained before I cut her head clean off.

You just sighed as you walked over to the alien. You pulled the knife out which dropped Mur-G'nn's robe free. She straightened herself out before you turned back to Nikki.

Y/N: Nikki, Mur-G'nn. Mur-G'nn, Nikki. Nikki, this is the Kree-Skrull hybrid girl I told you about that kinda saved my life. Mur-G'nn, this is my twin brother who was raised by our evil father and turned to the side of good.

Mur-G'nn: It is a pleasure to meet you. I apologize for sneaking around.

Nikki looked at you, probably pissed off,  and sighed.

Nikki: Nice to meet you to. I should thank you for saving my brother but, why are you here?

You turned back to Mur-G'nn.

Y/N: Yeah. I thought you would've left with the others.

Mur-G'nn blushed a bit as she rubbed the back of her neck and laughed awkwardly.

Mur-G'nn: W-Well, now that I don't have to serve our emperor Dorr-I mean, Teddy, I figured I could be more useful on Earth. Studying humans. And helping you.

Y/N: You want to, help us?

Mur-G'nn nodded.

Mur-G'nn: We are allies. We're supposed to help each other, no?

You and Nikki looked at each other for a moment.

Nikki: There's no inn in the village.

Y/N: But there's two beds and three of us. Me and you are too big to share a bed.

Nikki gave it some thought while Mur-G'nn looked around the room with interest. Yeah. This was odd. You were pretty sure that Nadia wouldn't like the fact that you,
A.) Left on a fake trip with your formerly evil brother.
B.) May have to share a bed with an alien that may or may not have a crush on you.
C.) Was now on a quest to find and kill various monsters around the world after just getting out of a space war.
D.) MAY HAVE TO SHARE A BED EITH ANOTHER FEMALE!

Nikki: She'll have to sleep with you.

Y/N: NO WAY!

Mur-G'nn: If you insist.

Y/N: I DON'T!

Nikki: Stop yelling. You should get some rest. The guide will be here at nightfall. Best to sleep now so you're ready for what you're going to face.

Mur-G'nn: A foe?

Nikki nodded.

Nikki: The Penanggalan.

You just sighed and returned to the broken bed.

Y/N: Just wake me up when it's time to go.
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Night Time...

The moon hung overhead as you walked through the jungle, guided by a little girl no older than your little sister. Nikki had assured you that everything was going to be ok, and you didn't really have much of a choice in the matter.

Of course, you were wearing your temporary gear since your old gear was pretty much destroyed. It was a dark long coat but you had the sleeves rolled up to your elbows since it was hot. You still wore your boots and a pair of grey combat pants with a grey undershirt and a dark armored vest that had F/C highlights. Your remaining arm was covered in a armored brace while you left your new Vibranium arm alone. Not like it could really break.

Your F/C bandanna was tied around your neck but you had it pulled up to cover the bottom half of your face. Your goggles rested on your head and your newly cut hair was out of your eyes thanks to the goggles.

*Translated from Malaysian

Y/N: <So, uh, what else can you tell me about the Penanggalan? I'm not familiar with the legends.>

The young girl looked at you for a moment. She wore what seemed to be traditional clothing for the area but she gave you an errie vibe. What kind of little girl would be ok with guiding a stranger through the jungle at night?

Girl: <You are not from the area. I figured as much. The Penanggalan has been around for a long time. I believe in it, as do others.>

Y/N: <I thought so.>

Girl: <The first of her kind was an old woman. One day, while performing her religious duties, she was startled by a strange man and accidentally kicked her own head off. That head and her organs flew away to the treetops and became a demon.>

Uh, was there a mistranslation? How do you kick your own head off? Scratch that. How does that make you a demon?

Y/N: That might be the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

You then gave it some thought.

Y/N: Actually, no. No it isn't.

Girl: I did not say it was true. Only that I believe it.

Y/N: Oh. You speak English.

The girl contiued to lead you through the hot jungle as the sounds of the night life echoed. Most people in town refused to help you since they were scared of this demon. Nikki had to go through his friend's contacts to even track down someone who knew about a guide.

Girl: There was a Penanggalan who haunted these woods years and years ago.

Y/N: Was? What happened to it?

Girl: In those days all the people believed, and there were wise men who knew how to trap her and destroy her.

Y/N: Wise men, huh?

Girl: But now the last of the bomah is dead and turned to bones. The sacrifice bowls go empty and people do not remember to hang thorns in their windows. Now she is forgotten, so she comes again. Now it is easy for her to fly into their homes and drink their blood.

Y/N: That's, unsettling.

You really hoped you would have any blood sucked by a floating head. That would be a, rather embarrassing way to die after everything you've been through. Would you be able to come back from that? Maybe you should ask One Above All the next time you see him. But, won't you have to die to see him? Now you just wished you had some kind of land line.

Girl: How is it you are here?

Y/N: Well, my brother knew a doctor who lived here. When the killings started again, he sent him a letter.

Girl: Lived?

You nodded.

Y/N: Turns out he died before we could get here.

Girl: Doctor...

Y/N: Doctor Hurwood. Did you know him by any chance?

The girl seemed to think about it. There! You saw it. Doctor Hurwood's home. The window, was open. Maybe this cosmic seeing third eye was useful after all.

Girl: No. I don't know anything about the doctors.

But, you just saw it in her vision.

Girl: But the Penanggalan, I have seen her many nights, flying in and out of that hole.

You followed her arm and spotted a cave like hole in the side of a cliff. A clear river flowed between you and the hole. It was quite, dark.

Y/N: Riiiight.

You narrowed your eyes at the hole for a moment before you sighed. You lowered your goggles over your eyes and activated the night vision mode. You and the girl transversed the waters before you began to climb the rock. The girl was much faster than you, but you kept up well enough. You finally made it to the mouth of the cave and began to around the dark.

Y/N: Usually with these kinds of things you wait til morning. Catch them while they sleep, you know?

Girl: She never sleeps. Better you should wait here and surprise her. Her body must be here. She will need to come back to it before morning. Then she'll move around like a person, but must stay in the dark. Body and head cannot separate when the sun is up.

Y/N: Yeah...?

The cave slowly became lit by several torches and you turned off the night mode. You looked at the cave drawings on the wall as you got closer to a foul steached. You knew this smell. It smelled like death.

Y/N: What's that smell?

You looked around before you spotted a rotting, headless corpse sat up against the wall with three large pots next to it. It looked like a woman's body. You walked over and checked over one of the pots and lifted up a lid. A strong smell hit you immediately.

Y/N: Vinegar?

Girl: She needs that. When she is swollen with blood she needs to soak her organs in that, to shrink them.

You looked at the body for a moment.

Girl: It's so that they will fit back into the body.

You reached out towards the body and tapped it. It was old. Too old. Like one more touch will turn it into dust.

Y/N: This isn't her. This thing's been sitting here for years. Decades. Hell, maybe a century. This has to be the old one that you mentioned before.

Girl: How do you know?

You narrowed your eyes at the corpse.

Y/N: My father, Jeremiah, had a hand in trapping her. He didn't kill her, though. He instead used her as a means to complete a ceremony. The second one must have been created after that.

You looked at the body some more before you looked around the cave.

Y/N: But, if this is the old one....where's the...

You turned around to see the girl's body fall over, without a head.

Y/N:......oh.

You slowly turned to see the girl's head, now twisted and rotting, as it floated up in the cave. Her insides were dangling towards the ground while her teeth, now yellow and sharp, formed into a smile.

Penanggalan: Fool!

You reached for your gun but her guts had already wrapped around your wrist. As more wrapped around your body, you felt the wet insides begin to soak through your clothing and onto your skin.

Penanggalan: She lives in me!

Y/N: Uck! Ahh! AHHHHHH!

Your cries echoed through the cave and out into the night air.
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Back In Doctor Hurwood's Home...

Mur-G'nn: Are you sure that Y/N will be alright? I know he is a formidable opponent and fighter but...

Nikki: It's a simple demon. Easy to kill as long as it doesn't trick you.

Mur-G'nn didn't seem so convinced.

Mur-G'nn: Mmm. I hope he's ok.
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Back With You...

The morning sun had began to come up after a long night of screams, guts, and things that would surely give you nightmares for years to come. But, at last, you managed to figure out how to deal with the demon.

Y/N: AHHHHHH!

It didn't make it easier to kill. You used it's guts to