In the Depths of the Dungeon (1 of 2)
To the dismay of the Asgardians – even as the magpie turned vulture one moment and ate some of his flesh, and their king treated his injuries like a selfless doctor driven by good intentions – the murderer continued to breathe.
While his body repaired itself, his mind was bombarded by words and images via indoctrination, conflicting with truths that drove him to butcher innocents indiscriminately. He knew what that this influence of suggestion felt like all too well: one thought could impose itself so subtle and soothing, and another could hurt worse than a migraine.
Everything Odin said forced Creed to feel something along that spectrum. The exact same thing happened before when the soldier tried to kill (on multiple occasions) a bald, crippled man who was one of the most powerful and wealthy telepaths on Earth.
As well as a British, purple haired martial artist that attempted to scramble every thought in Creed’s mind by fabricating a katana out of psionic energy. Even when she managed to stab him between the eyes, all she earned from it was a smile from the serial killer and a sentence that chilled her to the bone before he broke them: “Yer’ glow don’t work no more!”
Also a queen, capable of encasing her body in a diamond like substance; had it not been for the intervention of her triplet, telepathic daughters using their hive mind with their mother to completely overpower him, Creed would have tried grinding Emma’s sparkling carcass into powder and snorting it up his nose in front of her children.
Finally, a redhead who later embodied the very essence of a fiery death and rebirth. A woman who Creed – nor any other mutant on Earth – could attempt to kill now, due to the unfathomable power she now possessed!
Though Creed could not always fend off such oppressive forces, he learned to identify when they were being inflicted upon him. Not only did he now realize who Odin was, but that he too could do it – and dared to try it on him!