Reed Richards Travels Back In Time And Completes Doctor Doom's Necrophone

Reed Richards had not quite the same mastery of time and space as Doctor Doom. He did, however, have certain resources that the Monarch of Latveria was unaware of, including a collection of time machines from various travelers from the far future. Many of which were either functional, or near enough so for his purposes.

There were timelines, Reed knew, when his alternate selves had been pushed too far. Straight into villainy. He could feel the edge of it now as he cobbled together what he needed from bits and pieces in his lab. Doctor Doom would be monitoring his own personal timeline, to ensure no attacks were made to change his future or past.

He could not, however, protect against every attempt to change the past.

As the Human Torch and Ben Grimm scoured the underworld for clues, and Porkum plowed Sue Storm until her pussy was bruised and bloody, Reed Richards quietly slipped into the past. To the days after Victor von Doom's accident, when his experimental necrophone had exploded in his face. The university had thrown out the remnants of the equipment.

Reed Richards arrived with a truck to pick it up off the sidewalk.

It took relatively little time for Mr. Fantastic to correct Doom's arcane mathematics and repair the device. Finally, he sat in the device and activated it.

His mind projected through untold dimensions. Screaming presences assaulted him. Terrifying visions forced themselves upon him. Yet such was Reed Richard's determination that at last, a face, a presence, resolved itself before him.

"Who...who dares penetrate the walls of Hell to speak to me?"

A woman's voice. Her words came in Latverian, but Reed had long ago mastered that language.

"You are Cynthia von Doom?" Reed rasped.

"I am!" she said. "Who are you?"

Reed Richards did not answer. He pressed a button.

Across an endless void, a terrible suction entered. On his throne, Mephisto raised his head as a tiny part of his power diminished, and infintismal fraction of his realm sucked away for the barest of moments. He bared his teeth and hissed.

Who would dare steal a soul from him?

In the storage unit where the necrophone had been reconstructed, Reed Richards held a slender vial. Within, a formless spirit beat against the walls.

He had the soul of Doctor Doom's mother...and he had a terrible use for it.