Dante sat alone in the unfamiliar room, its silence weighing heavier than he expected. The stillness wasn't peaceful—it was sharp, hollow, and far too reflective. The bed barely creaked beneath him, the walls too polished to feel lived in. This wasn't the Jean Grey School. This wasn't home.
He exhaled slowly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His thoughts threatened to spiral—to drag him back through the chaos of the last few hours, through the blinding light in the sky, through the way everyone had looked at the Phoenix like it was the end of the world.
So he pushed it away.
Instead, he tried to focus on something that felt solid.
His power.
Specifically, his Devil Trigger.
It was still new. Still overwhelming. But undeniably real.
Dante spoke through the quiet psychic link he shared with Ray, the voice in his mind light and proud.
"Told you it was gonna work. And it was gonna be amazing."
Dante allowed himself a small smile, his fingers curling loosely at his sides. "Yeah," he thought back. "You did."
What they had pulled off was still hard to believe. Ray's idea had sounded insane at first. Risky. Dangerous. But it worked.
The original Rebellion had a unique property: the power to merge with others. Dante had already been fused with demonic energy once, and that alone made a second merger impossible—at least with him directly. But Ray had another idea.
Instead of merging again with Dante's body, they would use the Rebellion's own merging property against itself.
It started with Ray's link to Dante—the same bond that had made him a partner and an extension of Dante's will. Using that connection, and the blade as a conduit, Ray became something more.
He became Rebellion.
The sword now held his mind, his power, and his voice. But that wasn't the end of it.
The fusion triggered a shift. A new evolution.
Dante became Rebellion's new master—and with that bond came a transformation unlike anything he'd ever accessed before. A manifestation.
That was the key.
The older Rebellion had the power to merge. But the new Rebellion, now with Ray at its core, had something different—something personal. As the master of the blade, Dante had gained the ability to manifest his demonic energy into physical form. And through that manifestation, he unlocked Devil Trigger.
A transformation that turned him into something inhuman—something in between. Not fully human, not fully demon. But stronger, faster, and infinitely more dangerous than he had ever been.
He remembered how it felt.
The moment it activated, his entire body surged with power. Black lightning had crackled through the air, infused with Ray's evolved energy. The strength in his limbs. The clarity of his mind. The sensation of rightness, like the power had been waiting for this moment.
It was exhilarating.
But also terrifying.
Because even in that heightened form—even with all that raw power pulsing through his veins—he had only sensed the Phoenix from afar.
And that alone had shaken him.
He hadn't even seen it directly. Just felt it. A presence so vast, so far beyond his understanding, it made the entire mountain battlefield feel like a campfire trying to stand against the sun.
And now…
Now he was in Utopia.
The shift in thought pulled him from his reverie, and the tight feeling returned to his chest. He glanced around the room again, at the smooth walls and unfamiliar layout.
It didn't feel right. None of this did.
He wasn't supposed to be here.
He should've been back at the Jean Grey School, arguing with Quentin, training with Logan, listening to Beast ramble about mutant genetics. He'd barely started to feel like he belonged there—and now, somehow, he was in the heart of mutantkind's political and military stronghold.
Utopia.
It was beautiful in a way that unnerved him. Too clean. Too perfect. It felt like a symbol more than a place.
And what did that make him? A guest? A prisoner?
He didn't know.
His thoughts started to tighten again, so he stood up abruptly. The motion helped. A little.
"Alright," he muttered under his breath. "Enough sitting around."
He didn't know what came next. He wasn't ready to figure it all out yet. But he also knew he couldn't stay in this room—this perfect, quiet, suffocating room—any longer.
Maybe he could find something to do. Something to distract himself from the storm circling above his head.
Something before the next wave came.
Because if he knew one thing for sure… this wasn't over.
Not even close.
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