Marvel: Upgrading Death

Chapter 121 121 - Animal Lover, Burn The Witch & The Barbecue Incident II

A few hours ago,

Marshall was in bed, sleeping, naked as he loved. Right beside him was his equally naked half-wife, Hela, both barely draped by that quilt. They'd been at it for hours, and Marshall loved it because he could go very intense with her without the fear of killing her.

But as he slept, he once again started to hear voices. They didn't belong to him, but they were far more numerous.

Just once, please wake up.

Save me.

I'm hungry.

God, please make her say yes.

Ah, Ah God, yes, Ah, ah, ah!

Bring back mommy, please.

God, are you real?

Why? Why did you take them from me?

.

.

.

Fuck you, God!

Unnnngh! Yes, oh, god fuck yes!

God, thank you for this meal.

With a sudden jolt, his eyes shot open. He grabbed his head, not in pain but in annoyance. "The bitch was getting cockslammed and praying to me… Ah, they're all praying to me?!"

He sat up as soon as he realised that. He looked to his left as Hela woke up as well, rubbing her gorgeous dark eyes.

"Marshall? What happened?"

"Voices screaming in my skull, Hela. I get it, every bastard praying gets rerouted straight to my ass instead of their precious god. It's driving me fucking batshit. Gotta shut this circus down." Marshall said, his eyes sadly unable to not leer at her melon-like orbs on her chest, pale as the moon. "You think your old man knows how to unplug this prayer hotline?"

Hearing Odin's mention, Hela slumped back down, eyes closed. "He should."

"Then I'll go visit him. You stay planted right here, gorgeous. I ain't even close to finished pounding you." He smashed a sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss on Hela's mouth, then fucking poofed out of existence

Hela let out a groan. "At least wear clothes, Marshall."

Of course, by then her half-husband was gone.

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Asgard,

Odin was relaxing, having fewer headaches to deal with than ever. No god was trying to challenge him. The Celestials were too scared to even come close. Hela was now a mother of two, making him a proud grandfather. And her son-in-law was perhaps the most powerful being in all of the universe. Even the dark elves were extinct.

That gave Odin a lot of time to ponder and do nothing. Oh, he had another son with Frigga recently, named Baldr. Clearly, having time to spare helped a lot.

Woosh!

"Ah! Marshall." Odin boomed at the sudden appearance of his son-in-law.

Of course, he's naked.

For some reason, this had happened multiple times. Marshall had appeared or gotten naked openly in Asgard plenty of times. And Odin wasn't one to shame a man for showing his impressive tools. It was a rather big one.

"Odin, how do I stop listening to all these prayers?"

Prayers?

"I know not what goes on in your mind, my friend."

"I can hear every single one of these dipshits praying. Gimme candy, bring back my dead mom, oh, and yeah, while they're balls-deep railing each other, they still whine my name. I hear it all. I feel like a cuck while having nothing to do with it."

"..."

Odin nodded with understanding. He was no stranger to divine hearing. But that was something he had faced a long, long time ago. When he was still prayed to on Midgard. Now, he heard Asgardians, but he could stop it if he wished.

"I believe they are praying to their god."

"Damn right, they are. Then why the fuck am I hearing it? Jesus should hear it, or Shiva, or some Kami or something. I ain't their god."

"But you are, Marshall," Odin said, his voice calm and certain. "The ones you named rule over pieces of existence. You stand at the beginning of it. You are the first father, the hand that set mankind on its path. Whether you accept it or not, your bond is to humanity itself, not temples or prayers. You belong to flesh and breath. The others are kept alive by belief. You exist because humanity exists."

Odin watched Marshall think deeply. He could see the change. Old Marshall would have argued, yet this one thought over what he spoke.

"Marshall, if you can hear their prayers, it means your place among mankind has taken root deeper than any shrine. They may bow to local gods, yet they remember the First Man. When fear strips pride away, they call to you because they know you walk beside them. As for the voices, do not be troubled. In time, you will learn to quiet them without effort. The mind learns as the body does. Even a god must grow used to the weight he carries."

"Er… I never asked them to pray to me."

"And that only makes their faith stronger. A god who demands nothing and only gives. You may punish them, topple the world, at the end of the day, they believe in you, and the fact that your actions are for the greater good."

"Greater good, my ass. I do whatever I feel like."

"And that becomes the destiny of humanity, for they are your children."

"..."

"Hell fucking no! That'd mean I'm balls-deep in my own goddamn… nope. Just toss me a damn trick to muzzle these screaming bastards in my skull already!"

Odin sighed. Marshall was still Marshall, however. "It all depends on your will. Will it, and it shall happen."

"Man, that's some bullshit. It's like I ask the oracle for my future and the wrinkly old twat goes 'You'll die someday.' No fucking shit. Of course, you die eventually. Fuck this noise, I'm out."

Woosh!

And just as Marshall returned, naked, the man vanished. Where he went, Odin no longer cared. But what he did care about was his wife Frigga standing beside his throne, also frozen in place, mouth slightly agape.

"Enough, my wife. He has disappeared."

"Ah… I was only…"

"No shame in acknowledging it, Frigga. The man is indeed gifted."

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Earth,

Butt naked, Marshall appeared somewhere near the moon, instead of the planet. He didn't want to be bombarded by prayers and moans of random people.

Help!

Where am I?

Yet, when Marshall appeared, he instantly heard a voice in his mind. It was young, boy-ish. It was the only voice he could hear, and it was coming from somewhere close.

"Who the fuck got stranded here?" Marshall frowned and looked at the moon. He remembered Dinosia having established a moon colony, which was why the USSR and USA were fighting to do the same. But they were still at the stage of sending their rockets up.

Anybody? I'm all alone. Where am I?

Marshall sighed and started flying towards that voice. He was on the dark side of the moon, so he flew to the other side and then flew away from the moon. Eventually, he reached something that looked like a space pod.

"USSR?" He saw the writing on it and got closer. There was just one little round window on it. Everything inside was also dark.

Help me!

"Yup, coming from inside. Did they send a kid to the damn space?" Marshall frowned and first surrounded the entire pod with his invisible psionic shield, forming a bubble that would save anyone inside. Then, he clawed at the hatch.

Woosh!

He negated anything that could have hurt the one inside. Since his bubble simulated earth, there was no pressure difference when the hatch opened.

"Come out, kid." He ordered and waited.

Moments later, someone did come out. Dressed in a space suit but…

"A fucking dog?!" Marshall gawked, wondering if he was dreaming. It was a cute golden retriever with the cutest face possible. But the expressions of those eyes were real and intelligent, scared and lost.

"Thank you! Thank you for saving me."

"..."

"The dog talks!"

Marshall never realised when the space dog floated over to him and snuggled against his chest. There were a few happy barks as well, and a tail that wagged out of the spacesuit.

"Thank you! You are my favorite human! I love you forever."

Marshall looked down at the dog's face. He gazed into those cute puppy eyes and…

The thing about Marshall was that he had lived with animals far longer than humans. In fact, he had lived with animals for over a hundred million years, and humans just a few thousand. So, his instincts and his perception of creatures were more tilted towards animals and…

"Aren't you the cutest little boy," Marshall hugged the dog back, removed the damn helmet, and planted fast kisses all over the furry head. In reply, the dog licked him back, and he didn't give a damn. Marty used to bathe him in dino spit.

"What's your name?"

"Cosmo! Woof."

Marshall regressed into baby talk. "Cosmo! My little Cosmo. Perfect name for the space doggy. Now…"

Suddenly, the smile vanished from Marshall's face, and anger filled his eyes.

"Who sent you here, boy?"

"I don't know," Cosmo replied. "I was looking. Reading."

Marshall frowned and gently, as gently as he could, probed Cosmo's mind. He read the memories, saw the life since he was a puppy. Oh, how adorable Cosmo was. But then scientists took him, trained him, and sent him into the damn space to die. Luckily, some kind of mutation happened, and Cosmo gained psionic powers.

Of course, by then, Marshall knew every damn bastard who had hurt the little dog. And when Marshall's brain made calculations on who was more important, those humans or a dog. Of course, the dog came on top.

"Let's go on a little revenge mission. Then we'll get you tasty treats. Oh, my little Kael and Diana are gonna love you to death."

"Woof! I love you, too!"

"Awwwwww!" Marshall melted and dived straight down towards earth, towards Moscow to be precise.

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