What if…our heroes faced a powerful corruption?

Our heroes have faced demons, gods, cosmic entities, and powerful threats armed with some of the greatest tools of the universe. If it came to a ****, they could match that ****. If the **** somehow couldn’t be matched, they found a way to use wit to win the day. But what if they faced a threat within themselves? Where as time went on the threat would only grow and the logistics would become harder?

This threat wasn’t because of some broken seal, or freeing from some epic prison. It was from one teenage boy, riddled with deviant thoughts, overwhelmed with frustration. He prayed to anything, anyone to make his crush a fucking slut. A complete uninhibited freak. That would teach her to humiliate him with her rejection!

The prayer was so dark, so corrupt and pure in its intent…all gods were disgusted. But in a forgotten realm, a place thought to be lost and abandoned, a presence heard the call. It shuddered in excitement. Never had Black Lust ever felt something outside its realm so selfish and perverse. At least with the amount of sincerity it carried. Drawn by the curiosity, the shadow snuck through the cracks between his home and ours.

The teen never saw Black Lust. But a week later when he walked into school and saw six guys in the hall all surrounding his crush who was dressed in some fetish friendly clothes sucking them all off…he knew something answered his call. Little did he know he might have doomed his universe. He just felt a compulsion to join and before long most of the male population of the school surrounded her. She didn’t mind, she never tired and an unlimited supply of dicks was her version of heaven.

The presence however was overwhelmed. The empathetic **** of perversion was not used to so many beings existing anymore and felt overwhelmed. Trying to flee in the night for some sort of peace. The organisms here were not nearly as corrupt as the one that enticed him. Black Lust was furious. How dare this realm entice him from his home on false promises!

Finding an abandoned subway tunnel the presence hid. Faintly he heard all the voices and thoughts of the world above, but at least he had time to think. For a nice two minutes the shadow contemplated his next step before orange bolts flew through him, wrapping around the pillar behind. Magic?

A man floated before him wearing blue vestments and a crimson cloak. “I don’t know what you are doing here, foul creature but I can smell your dark intent from across the city! Go back from where you came or this will get ugly.”

A portal opened and a skinny blonde woman with a glowing sword and white fiery eyes entered, “Cut the pleasantries, sir, let me just dice this thing up!”

Dark Lust waited patiently. Most magic he was aware of wouldn’t work unless he wanted it to. But that glowing foreign sword could be a threat. Not to mention he didn’t exactly want to wait to see if this universe had a type of magic that could affect him. Eyeing the battlefield Black Lust came up with a simple solution…take care of that sword. Then turn them against one another.

“Hold up Magik,” Doctor Strange warned, “This being is not from here. It shares characteristics of a shade, demon and something far more dangerous.”

Charging forward, the blonde readied her sword, “Sorry, sir, but I’ve killed all of those on the regular!” She never had time to realize her mistake.