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Previously on X -Men.

To reiterate for those just returning to us, regardless of your stance on recent

world events, the images you are about to see may be disturbing.

I draw its fire away from the gardens.

Save as many as you can. We shall not live our days wondering if we could have

saved more.

Remains gathered.

Gonna be. Remember it.

Sugar, I can't feel you.

Get out of my home, you damn demon!

Death?

We are fools.

Surrender.

Don't move. Stay where you are.

Hands up.

Surrender?

No, just perish.

Stand free. This pigeon shall not thwart the will of the supreme intelligence.

Victory for the Imperial Guard!

Ah!

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Ah! Ah!

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Ah!

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Be honored to fall at my feet, Rowan, for

you shall be memorialized as the corpse upon which I posed.

The true Kree bows to no one.

Thank you, gladiator.

Ronan, dear.

Tell me where the supreme intelligence has fled.

Or your forces shall suffer.

Save them, Ronan.

All you need to do is... A million pardons, your highness.

You dare interrupt.

My glorious moment. Oh, it's your sister, the Empress.

Oh, joy.

Why didn't you say so?

My dearest sister is always of utmost priority.

Greetings, Shi 'ar.

One year ago, we offered the skills of our mighty healers to a Terran man on

verge of death.

No ordinary Terran. This man helped spare the entire universe from the

of my brother Daken, as well as the galactic hunger of the Phoenix.

And now, in his greatest feat yet, this man has

unmarked the secrets to my heart.

So I, Empress Lalandra, stand before this High Council, and before you.

my loyal people with joyous news in times of war for your empress is to be

married and our empire shall welcome a new emperor

professor

charles xavier

Through the might and glory of the Imperium.

I pray our act of performative jingoism

erased any concerns over my heritage.

Do not fret.

My subjects trust me when I say you are no mere Terran, Charles.

On Earth, newlyweds whisk off to some faraway island to celebrate their love.

And how far would my hopeless romantic see us go?

Dare I assume a sandy beach on Earth itself?

Perhaps an empress could even spend a portion of her time ruling the galaxy

my little corner of it.

My handsome emperor has much to learn about masking his manipulations.

You wish to return to your children, don't you?

Nearly visit. See their faces.

Yet, families often mimic black holes.

Visit and risk being stuck in its ever -spiraling vacuum of dramas.

This is especially true with your students.

Didn't your brother nearly destroy the universe with the Emkron crystal?

You should message them.

Use a hologlobe.

Invite them to the wedding.

Unless you fear they'll think you've abandoned them.

You've earned a life of your own, Charles, and I need you.

Once we crush the Kree, an educator such as you can teach them our ways.

Do as you did on Earth.

Play the role of the peacemaker.

I wasn't aware my X -Men and I were playing make -believe.

Much like my legs in this armor's exoskeleton.

All ruling is make -believe.

I pretend to be perfect, as my subjects would never love the woman beneath the

armor. Not like you do.

Never pretend with me.

Will you at least consider Earth?

I will.

But I remind you, Charles, the virtue of a teacher lies in showing their

students how to walk on their own.

True. But only if he is sure there are no more lessons he can teach them.

You must drink.

Why bother?

Liar. Traitor.

Cost you everything.

He was trying to help me.

A tawdry romance of guilt and shame.

How many have suffered his gifts? How many made slaves?

Your bite is a sort of demonic infection.

Once the venom reaches his heart, leave him.

Play martyr.

You will not break me. But I can fix you.

Forge made his bed.

Let him die in it.

All lives deserve saving. Even his.

Go for help. But there is no pill for my poison.

Let him die.

the other way.

Watch. Get used to it.

You're not an X -Man anymore.

Where did that get you? Hitting the hand that beat you?

I do not fear death.

I know.

It's why you rushed to play dead.

You fear living.

As you said to Jean.

I have wondered what it would be like to be human. It is a tempting daydream.

I... I was so tired.

Is that why you fear your power? Thought refuge with this monotone family?

Enough! Let me out! Let me out!

Look at your family.

You follow.

I was wrong.

Forge didn't rob your gifts.

I

tear

your thread and break their loom.

Depart to the desert, demons.

Depart and be gone.

Mom practiced desert magic.

Some of it sunk in, despite my best efforts.

Careful. Your shoulder.

I'll get it to be straight.

You need a better bedside face, Doc.

It's bite is magical.

Perhaps your mother's book holds an answer. She wrote about a cacti.

The midnight challah.

Grows in nearby caves.

Doesn't need sunlight.

It's aloe. It's powerful magic medicine.

I can show you the way. You are too weak. Tell me where to go.

I don't have much time, Aurora.

If this nastiness gets worse while you're gone, I don't want to be alone.

Then we ride together, my love.

The Empress!

Lilandra Nirmany and her royal consort.

Your man speaks as if I am your parent.

Not an entirely displeasing thought.

Hush now, beloved.

You may bark later.

Your Majesty, I have known you since you were but a hatchling and wish only for

your happiness.

But given our war with the Kree and how it's divided even we Shia, is

a royal wedding... Gladiator and his guard fill my ears with news of coming

victory. Yes, but we have been trapped in so much change.

Some yearn for the stable comfort of what is familiar.

For sameness.

Araki sugars his words, my sister.

Your consort was born on the wrong side of the stars.

He is Terran.

Gentle sister, heed my throne. A throne that is bound to more than the whims of

your heart.

A union with the Terran would bind the Shi 'ar into alliance with his inferior

homeworld. I respect you speaking the quiet part out loud, Deathbird. So let's

speak plainly.

Your Empress and I decide alliances, as well as which world we call home.

Chandelary's home. Our throne world.

Of course, Lord Chancellor.

I merely meant... Spoke the quiet part out loud.

Xavier would see his Milky Way ghetto become our new throne world.

You are twisting my words.

High Council, for the sake of the Empire.

I must invoke the rite of Amdasha.

Terran, the rite requires... Anon Shi 'ar pass a test of loyalty in order to

a royal.

I finish that volume my second day here, Deathbird.

Not any mere test, Terran. A challenge of my own choosing.

Then choose.

To ensure we are protected from your Terran ties, you must renounce Earth and

erase all memory of your life there.

Charles is a formidable psychic.

His mind will not be easily scrubbed. Luckily, we Shi 'ar bow to a ruler of

equal psychic power.

Charles Xavier must purge all memories of Earth, and you, dear sister, must be

the one to do it.

Our highest gods.

Once enemies, then forced to marry to bring harmony to the universe.

Here I thought the Shi 'ar looked down on art as a sign of insanity and

deviance.

In most cases. But the union of Shara and Kithri is at the core of our

principles. To bind various cultures into one for the sake of galactic peace

harmony. How Rudyard Kipling of you.

I do not know this Kipling.

A Terran? Yes.

One possessed of many burdens, none real.

Much like your myth.

What is united if one half must be erased for the sake of the whole?

Idealism is also a sign of insanity.

You know, I have a very old and very dear friend on Earth who would agree

you. Wise for a Terran.

Yes. His name is Magnus, and I wish to remember him.

You've made your decision, then.

Forgive me.

I do so love to think.

Do you love me, Charles?

A silly question.

Even you know Deathbird's challenge goes too far.

On Earth, you fought tirelessly to be tolerated and were nearly killed for it.

Why remember?

Why not let go?

Start anew.

If you refuse, they won't let us be together.

Not unless I forfeit my throne, which is exactly Deathbird's design.

Imagine the chaos that my sister would unleash across the galaxy as ruler.

It would rival that of my mad brother.

You saved my life.

Gave me a home, a new future.

Your devotion is beyond measure.

Perhaps it is time to show you mine.

There, that's it.

No snake power.

Union forces stored weapons here during the Civil War.

It was actually built during the Plains War decades earlier.

By colonists.

Those wars exterminated your people. Why let them build such a thing into the

very foundations of your land?

And I said that they were here to help.

Sort of like how I came to you.

I heard the adversary telling you to let me die.

I'm so sorry, Aurora.

For deceiving you.

For drawing the adversary.

Hush. The demon was not your doing.

A big evil owl that feeds on anger and self -loathing?

Call me chum in the water.

Then I am chum too.

Before I lost my gifts, I told a friend, my sister, that I often wondered about

being human.

I confessed this as if to console her.

No matter how many I saved, my mutant gifts inspired twice as much hate in

humanity. In a way, your machine failing is a blessing.

I am better this way.

Growing up, I always heard how the worst weapon used by the Europeans was not

bullets or blankets, but a white lie that they could make us fear.

The cactus grows in darkness.

Where?

That's why I came.

I know how you feel about tight spaces.

Charles Xavier, do you stand in our circle to complete the rite of M. Dasha?

I do.

And do you renounce all memories of Earth, of your life there?

I do.

And of your X -Men?

Xavier, do you renounce your X -Men?

See? He hesitates.

He insults all Shiar.

This was exactly my fear.

What you ask of him is no small burden.

He seeks to ally us with Earth.

My God, you are dramatic.

How can we entrust our mighty empire, which has endured for eons, to a ruler

descended of simians?

Have our blood mixed with his inferior freak fluids.

Indeed, this Xavier is not even a pure Terran. A lower caste.

A mutant.

My sister, like my brother Daken, has gone mad.

Renounce her before her lovesick lunacy destroys us all. Sedition.

Gladiator. Arrest this treacherous vulture and any who dare to stand with

Hooray!

Here. Class is now in session.

What is this? What have you done?

Gladiator, please raise your hand if you have a question.

To answer, I have used my vast psychic abilities to draw us into the astral

plane.

Now pay attention. It is time for today's lesson.

You had to be the bigger woman.

Had to save him, be above it.

Now look at you.

No.

Forge destroyed you.

Oh, yummy.

Fear poached itself loathing.

The high road storm.

Last stop.

You, pancaked by the pressure of existing.

How I fear.

They are cast all the way back there.

And I will save you and let you live your heavenly daydream.

No, you demon.

It's a daydream.

Cutioner's neutralizer was not the only weapon tamping down my gifts.

There was that lie, and I believed it.

Be warned.

Be smart.

Believe the lie.

Deny your power.

Lay dead, or humanity will thunder down upon you and your kind. You all

are an echo of who I am.

Let them thunder, for I am lightning!

Strange to feel grateful.

Towards the demon?

What are demons but reflections of our fears and shame?

Things we bury within us, hide from loved ones, even as they poison our

hearts.

Until we finally heal our adversary by embracing it.

There, it's starting to heal.

So what now?

You've been given a second chance.

Should we whisk away to some tropical island?

Not an entirely unpleasant idea.

Nations refusing to allow mutants displaced by the brutal attack on

return to their home countries.

This, as rumors swirl, that Genosha is the opening salvo in the long -feared

evolutionary war between humans and mutants.

Let's talk about power.

Real power.

Who can tell me from where the Shi 'ar Imperium draws its might?

From the Kirk skulls that house inferior minds such as yours.

Demerits, raise your hand.

The power of your empire is in truth a harvest of stolen worlds.

Younger cultures that, had they not been tilled to death, would now be empires

rivaling your own.

Fearing this, you strike at the knees and claim you can help them walk again.

But only if they assimilate.

Submit. Which brings us to this conclusion.

The Shi 'ar Empire is a snake oil racket.

Even you Terrans claim might is right.

The rhyme that sells the lie.

That we must... Pillage worth from one another. That for me to be more, you

be less. Your existence against mine because... Why?

Says who? Who made up these silly rules?

We did, beloved.

Playing make -believe.

Even if we were to agree, your idealism would confuse our people.

They might even call it nonsense.

Want to know a secret?

Coexistence is messy.

Thus my love for education.

For my X -Men. Their heroism teaches a lesson we mustn't forget.

That the universe is very old.

And all of us, very young.

Born of ancient stardust.

And all children of the atom.

I must return to Earth immediately.

But we've nearly convinced the Council.

It doesn't matter.

While I cowered in the cosmos, the unthinkable has happened.

Charles, if you leave, you will prove my sister right about your kind.

If that should end our star -crossed affair, so be it.

I will not abandon my kind.

It is time.

I return to my X -Men.

I did what you asked. I gave you my DNA to excess master

mold.

Kill me, please.

For what happened in Genosha.

I beg you.

Don't take all the blame, beloved, and don't fret the future.

Why, Genosha was merely the beginning of a prologue, now past.

You have nothing to fear, so long as you place your faith in Sinister.