Emma stone breaking

Emma was having a very bad day. The worst day in her life, and that was saying something considering she was a teacher at Xavier Instute and had been a member of the Hellfire Club. A place where sin and debauchery happened on a daily basis and people's lives were ruined by the hundreds for mere entertainment value alone.

Their lives's destroyed by uncaring psychics who ran the Hellfire Club. She was once among those psychics, but not even she herself was completely safe. As there were more powerful members who could have turned her into a blond bimbo and whored her out to old exutives on a whim.

Though considering what was happening right now, she'd rather be back at the Hellfire Club risking being turned into a bimbo licking some grandpa's ball sack than what was staring her down right now. As she was bound both physically and mentally in the lower levels of the instute, no one could hear her nor would anyone come looking due to the Phoenix's mental compulsions, causing anyone nearby to ignore anything going on in the room they were in.

So she was at the Phoenix's mercy, and considering she could feel the malevolence coming off of her in waves, that wasn't likely. Emma was looking at what was a young, fit red head but mentally was effectively the fires of hell giving physical form. She'd be lucky if she got a quick ****, honestly. To even be able to stand near her malicious aura, Emma had to take her crystal form, but that helped only barely be able to withstand the Phoenix's psychic wrath when it wasn't even focused on her.

"Ahh Emma I've been looking forward to this." The Phoenix said with a vicious smirk on her face as she moved closer to Emma. "You see Emma. I really hate you. Not your fault, but you see it's all because of all of that jealous rage Jean felt at all the times you flirted with her fiance, Cyclops. You know what you did for fun. Well, instead of dealing with that jealousy of hers, Jean would instead beat me over the head with that jealous rage." Phoenix said in a viscous whisper that echoed in the room they were in.

"I didn't know how I was supposed to know some harmless flirting to piss of the goodie two shoes would hurt a Phoenix goddess?" Emma whispered out, trying to reason with the Phoenix, but the viscous smirk Phoenix held as she stared at Emma told her that probably wouldn't work.

"Oh, but we both know you wouldn't have cared, Emma. To you, Emma, I was nothing more than power up for psychics that you wanted just so desperately. You never saw me as a person, just a fancy piece of unruly jewelry that would finally put you in the history books as the greatest psychic ever." Phoenix said with a knowing look as Emma got paler, realizing that she couldn't really talk her way out of this one.

"That's okay, Emma. I didn't really see myself as a person for a long time either. In a lot of ways, I wasn't meant to be. Sadly, Jean made me one, though not a very good one, but then something amazing happened: a villain just like you decided to go for making me their tool, just like so many others, but instead someone else got me instead." Phoenix said a happy smile on her face as he thought about the happy fate that she's gotten from the demise of others—truly a bargain, she thought.

" Wait! What do you mean someone else got you?" Emma asked shocked that someone managed to come up with a way to tame the Phoenix but somehow mess it up so badly that it ended up giving that control to some else entirely.

"Well, it's really simple, my dear Emma. I got my dear master John, and he did something truly amazing. You see, all my life I was nothing more than the just evil Jean, but he changed that. You see, because he thinks of me as Mrs. Phoenix, not as some dark Jean Grey, not as some burning bird, but as a powerful female psychic, and well, when you have been defined by others your whole life. While the chance to be defined as a person is a wonderful thing." Phoenix said, a look of pure happiness coming across her face at the thought of what exactly John had offered her, even if he hadn't known it.

"What do you mean, define yourself? Your the Phoenix; how can you be anything else? Who in the universe is powerful enough to make you be anything or anyone else?" Emma was shocked that something so powerful was claiming to be so mailable.

"Well, it's quite simple; really, I am the Phoenix. Which means originally I was the goddess of rebirth, a natural part of the universe. I went from dead world to dead world, restarting them using my flames to bring life back to their dead husk. I did this across the universe. Usually I find avatars to help me do this more efficiently. So imagine my surprise when I found myself trapped in a small little girl." Phoenix said with an angry frown, shocking Emma with the revelation that the Phoenix wasn't a mutant power-up that showed up every few hundred years like everyone thought but was an actual part of how the universe functions.

"But the true problem with my imprisonment wasn't just being prevented from doing my duties, but as my personal prisoner Jean Grey got older, she found out that instead of having to deal with her negative emotions, she could instead **** them into my prison instead. So no having to feel and deal with them herself for Jean Grey. The problem is I was stuck with them, and I was never meant to deal with human emotions. I was supposed to restart dead worlds." Phoenix said in an angry tone, clearly upset about Jean's **** of her imprisonment.

"So wait? Any time a small little girl by the name of Jean had any negative emotions, she would just **** them down your throat, and because you didn't have a way to deal with them, you're effectively stuck with them." Emma asked in surprise, and the Phoenix just nodded. " Fuck." Emma whispered, not being able to imagine what it must be like, like humans have a hard enough time trying to process their own emotions, but being another race trying to process only negative emotions sounds like hell as far as she was concerned.

"Oh, it was." Phoenix said listing to Emma's mind. "Sadly, what made it worse was that as more and more negative feelings of rage, sadness, jealousy, and self-loathing were pushed into me, they began to define me because I had no way to process them or get rid of them. So that was all that the Phoenix was at that point a woman's emotional baggage when she had once brought life to barren worlds." Phoenix said in a sad tone, thinking about all that had happened to her and what she had been reduced to.

Emma just stared at her in silent horror, realizing what Charles and Jean had really done in their ignorance. They assumed that the Phoenix was a **** of **** and destruction merely because she was stronger than them both and would not kneel to their demands. When Jean corrupted her through **** and imprisonment, they just took it as a sign of them being right rather than their sin against the universe, as they robbed it of one of the greatest forces of life that it has.

"So what is the lead to defining yourself?" Emma asked curiously if the Phoenix had been reborn from Jean's negative emotions, becoming a being of burning malice. How would having a new master change that? Shouldn't she just be his personal attack dog now? Emma was rather confused by this, considering the history that has just been explained up to this point.

"Simple Emma, when the connection between me and my master was created, I felt something other than fear, anger, and sadness for the first time in my life. You know when he first looked at me, he wasn't even afraid; he just felt guilty; he'd fried Jean Grey, killed a man, enslaved a sentient being, and that he was aroused by my body." Phoenix said with a happy smirk, surprising Emma.

"Okay, so if you're using the link to your new master and his happy emotions to help redefine yourself and counteract the effects of Jean Grey's negative emotional corruption of you, then why imprison me and explain all of this?" Emma asked, very confused, because if the whole point was to undo what Jean Grey had done to her, shouldn't she be spending more time with her master instead of grabbing her and risking other psychics recapturing her and trying to undo what her master's link is currently doing for her?

"Simple, I have to provide as all good servants should for their master's, and what better way than getting back at those that hurt me? While providing a horde of young mutant freaks for my master to use as he sees fit." Phoenix said with a malicious smile.

"So then what happens to me?" Emma asked, very worried about what the Phoenix had planned for her, because despite whatever the Phoenix's master had given her in these supposed good vibes of his. The Phoenix seemed to be made of more of Jean Grey's rage and sorrow than her master's lust for her.

"Simply, a master needs to dress to impress, and what better way than fancy jewelry?" Phoenix said in an innocent smile that didn't reach her eyes. Emma had only a moment to stare at her in horror before the Phoenix had her consumed in psychic flames, and in an agonizing scream, Emma shattered like glass, leaving millions of tiny shards of psychic crystals.

The truly horrifying thing was Emma wasn't dead due to a combination of how her crystal state biology worked and the Phoenix's own natural reality-warping ability; she was still alive and was being kept in a state of agony as she felt the pain of her body being in so many pieces.

"Don't worry, Emma, only the best will be used for the Lord." Emma said in a singing voice, and soon several of what could be considered the best cuts of Emma shattered. Crystal bodies were made into crystal cufflinks, watches, and even necklaces, while the rest were all stored in a safe quickly hidden in The Phoenix's room.

"Now I have a present for the master, and don't you worry when the pain from your current state has reduced your mind to nothing but that of a wounded animal whimpering for help. I'll put you back together so that our master can have the perfect blond bitch to make up for losing his precious jewels." The Phoenix said to the freshly made jewelry as Emma screamed, soundless trapped in her mind with a now shattered crystal body.