Third Person Point of View
Anger. All he felt was anger. He couldn't believe he was beaten so badly by two fucking nobodies. He cried out in rage as he sat under the shower, letting his eye wash out. His right eye is fucked, he can already tell. When he gets a hold of them again, he's going to rape the girl in front of him. His hand swung down and smashed the bathroom sink.
Oh, he'll get his revenge. He evilly laughed as he thought of asking his new friends how to track those two down. He hears a voice coming from the door. "Showering with your clothes on, that's a bit odd, don't you think?"
He turned to see him. The man who just humiliated him and almost smiled at what he was about to do to him. The man is holding something in his hand, but the bruiser can't really make it out as he charges at him. He raises it above his head, and the bruiser sees that it's a sword. The man was not going to get lucky again and strike his eye. Everywhere else is too durable for normal blades to cut.
He can't help but smile as the man must think that, since he stabbed the bruiser's eye, piercing weapons like blades must be able to do something against him. Just as his hand is getting close to his throat, he swings down. The blade embedded itself into the bruiser's arm before he wrenched it free. He cried out in pain for the second time since coming to this world.
He didn't know how the man had a weapon that could hurt him, but he just had to stop him from using it anymore. The bruiser continues to charge at the man, almost getting stuck in the doorway, as he continues to stab into him as he backpedals. In a few seconds, the man stabbed him a dozen times. The bruiser swings at him, and he dodges just enough not to be hit and stabs towards his unblinded eye. He moved his head enough to avoid going blind, but just barely. It still dug into his face, leaving a flap of skin hanging from where it went through.
Too skilled. The man was just too skilled. He started to have problems breathing as the man pierced his lung. He doesn't stop, continuously stabbing him. "Ahh, you might be wondering why I didn't use this sword when we were fighting earlier? Perhaps you aren't wondering why I showed up after leaving my partner at her home?"
The bruiser didn't think of either of those, but as the feeling of fear for his life started to abate from the man's question, he asked. "Yeah, why?" The blade pierces through his throat at his moment of defenselessness. He whispers into the bruiser's ear. "Because I didn't want her to see what I was going to do to you."
The man placed his hand on the bruiser's head as he lined up the blade. His body, having lost most of its feeling, didn't mind. It was almost peaceful in a sense. The sword plunged into his eye and stabbed his brain, killing him.
......….
"This jolly green giant got blood all over my new wizard's robes." I kicked at his body before looking for some club soda. Of course, he doesn't have any. How the hell did he fit in this tiny ass house? Why wasn't he living with the Joker or someone else, for that matter? I flinched back while the full feeling of what I absorbed from him finally settled in.
My strength and endurance broke through to low superhuman. Once I finish my gas core and go onto liquid, I'd be mid superhuman, which is where I thought he was. I picked up two other powers as well.
Extreme muscle expansion
Indomitable will
The extreme muscle expansion would let him bulk up, increasing his strength and endurance further. Probably a single point in it, I feel like end stage, I could grow in size like Giganta or Long Shadow. Killing him also unlocked a flood of his memories. Instinctively, I knew it was because he was a member of the 100. Us killing each other might improve us somehow.
Life before the event that brought us here. I really don't care about those memories. Who gives a fuck how sad the evil man's backstory is? He's dead. I somehow understood why he was working with Joker. He was a hardcore fan mad at how they handled him and wanted to give him more spotlight, I get it, I guess.
This guy was one of the ones who spawned in my group. He's the one who hit me when I was unconscious! Eat shit, dumb dumb, I win bitch! He picked his powers in an attempt to get a lantern ring. While lantern rings were busted, I think you need more than willpower to get them, and each planet can only have so many, or something like that.
It's a highly regulated thing, and Hal Jordan just happened to get one by accident because he stumbled on a dying alien who passed it on. Hal did such a good job that the guardians gave Earth more. Besides that, he lived like a complete dumbass and actually got caught by a group. Aaaaa-and it's the light. The group with Vandal Savage as the leader. Fuck that, I'll just tell SHIELD to tell the league… Yeah, I probably should just tell Stephanie since there's no way Nick is on speaking terms with them.
Chapter 31.5
After going through the memories of Victor, that was his name. I felt a similar connection to the indomitable willpower. Just like the previous I felt I could view memories if I chose to. I decided to. Who do you think has the strongest will on planet Earth? Would it be Batman, Superman, or Spider-Man? Would it be a green lantern? No. It was someone completely different and unexpected.
The memories don't start on Earth but in Avalon, a magical realm tied to ours. The man was a knight turned sheriff in his old age. He was big, really, really big, even for people in Avalon who were on average bigger than those on Earth. He lived peacefully, only needing to kill a few stray wolves and drag drunkards off the street and into cells.
That is, until the rumors of Morgan Le Fay reached them. Rumors spread that she had gone crazy as a lover told her she had a wrinkle below her eye. She struck the man down and began hunting virgins to kill and bathe in their blood. Only two weeks later did Morgan Le Fay show up at their small village.
She had a small army of undead soldiers behind her with two vanguards standing next to her. They smelled like death, but I couldn't tell for sure because they were wearing full plate. Morgan asked. "Mmmm, handsome man. Do you by chance have any children in this village? We are searching for them to work in my castle. You'd be well rewarded if you told me where they are.
I chuckled at her audaciousness. I wasn't the brightest, but even I could tell that was a bold-faced lie. I spoke calmly. "The only women in the village are those too old and feeble to run from you. The only men left in the village are those who stayed behind to buy time so you couldn't find them."
The haughty look on her face broke as she sneered before ordering the sacking of our village. Men fell in line beside me and died in the war of the undead. By the end of the first hour, I was the only one left alive, and I fought for another four. She finally grew sick of my impudence and struck me with magic, binding my hands and feet before asking again. "Foolish mortal! Tell me the direction they ran and I'll give you a swift death; otherwise, you'll end up the same as my two death knights beside me."
"Come. Come closer." I mumbled out as I tried to draw her in towards me. She dismounted her stallion and got closer to me. I couldn't move, still, completely bound besides my ability to speak. I spit in her face. She reeled back before chuckling. "Oh, you poor, poor fool."
She came closer, resting her hand on my chest. My body went still as I felt my heart stop. I could still hear her speaking as my body died. "You will become one of my greatest creations yet, fool. The moment of your death, you'll be put into a torturous hell where all you can feel is pain until you agree to my contract. When you do, I'll have you hunt down every girl you thought you saved from this village and bring them to me."
Her wicked smile vanished from her face as she had already grown bored with me. My body died as the rest of her army passed over me. Pain, so much pain, it was unbearable, but I had to endure. One day, two days. The pain was something that would drive a man crazy in minutes, but I lasted. The two death knights by her side had lasted on days that had already shown their strength of will.
Days turned into weeks. The only thing that kept me sane was a mantra I was taught as a child that involved my name. Weeks turned into months. I no longer thought, I only repeated the mantra over and over again in my head. Months became years. The village lay abandoned for over twenty years.
A band of adventurers passed through and talked, but I couldn't hear them. I was too busy repeating my mantra. Fifty years have passed since my death, and a family has moved into the destroyed village. One family became two, then ten. They buried me in a shallow grave nearby as I repeated my mantra.
I couldn't tell how long it had been. More than a hundred years but less than a thousand something finally snapped. The contract she was holding over my head faltered, and suddenly my eyes shot open. I clawed myself from the grave and into a bustling city. I made my way towards the tether of the contract, repeating my mantra.
"Ssssss. Ssssssooooo. Sssssooooooo. Sssssooooollll. Ssssssooollllooooommmm. Sssooolllooommmooonnn. Ssoolloommoonn Ggrrr. Ssoolloommoonn Ggrruunnddyy. Ssoolloommoonn Ggrruunnddy b-born on a Monday. Solomon Grundy! Born on a Monday!"
I repeated that mantra over and over again. I said it close to five hundred million times by now. I kept going. Anyone who saw me ran. They ran in any direction that wasn't towards me as I chanted my mantra. I kept heading towards the tether. Days turned into weeks as I spoke my mantra. "SOLOMON GRUNDY! BORN ON A MONDAY!"
I screamed it from my lungs. Weeks passed, and I reached the top of a hill and saw a battle of epic proportions taking place. Morgan Le Fay's army had grown far larger than before, but most were bodies now. There were only a few knights dead, but I could tell each was worth a hundred undead.
Their numbers were about even then; the fight could swing in either direction. I charged at the army, shouting. "SOLOMON GRUNDY! BORN ON A MONDAY!" Half expecting the men to see me and run or come towards me to attack, they split open like Moses parting the sea. They let me charge in.
The number of death knights Morgan had by her had grown to eleven. If I had been converted, I would have been number twelve; I didn't know the significance of that number. I tore through the death knights with my bare hands. All were a head shorter and not nearly as wide. I yelled as I ripped my third in half. "SOLOMON GRUNDY! BORN ON A MONDAY!"
Morgan looked at me with a snarl on her face. "You! You did this to me! You're the reason why I failed. BEGONE!" I couldn't do anything again. In only a second, a portal had appeared in front of me, and I was kicked through it. I fell and fell and fell. I continued to fall for a very long time before landing hard in a body of water.
Hungry. I was still in pain and hungry. I didn't know why. "Solomon. Grundy. Born on. A Monday." I walked along the bottom of the ocean for an entire year before I reached oxygen. "Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday."
I approached a village beyond being hungry and in pain. The buildings were big and strange. I tried, god did I try. I was just so hungry. I was spotted by men and women who ran. Different men showed up before pointing black sticks at me. I finally saw an animal and couldn't contain myself. I picked up the thing and ate it in three bites.
The men in blue uniforms black sticks made noise at me, and I felt something strike me. It didn't hurt, it was just annoying. I left that area and kept walking until I found an animal, then ate it. A man in a field came out with a bigger black stick and used it against me when I ate his cows.
Finally, a man in a blue suit with a big S on his chest confronted me. He followed me until I saw another animal, and he took it from me before I could eat it. He punched me, which made me feel pain for the first time in centuries besides the contract pain. He beat me up and put me in a room I can't leave… Hungry… In pain and hungry.
Chapter 32
Tears streamed down my face as the last remnants of the memory faded. God damn, that was rough. I need to rank up to a third-circle mage as soon as possible. I feel weak and sick to my stomach. Just as I feel like sleeping and relaxing, I get a ring on my phone. "What's up?" "It's Nat. Can I come over?"
I sit still for a few seconds before saying. "Sure. I'd like to try something if possible." I left real quick and looked for a fat person before calling out. "Sir! Hello sir! You, the fat one there, hey, can you do me a favor?" After getting permission, I absorbed three pounds of fat from him. So I can absorb about three times the normal amount if I'm given permission. It's still not that much, unfortunately.
After getting back to my house, it isn't three minutes later before Natasha knocks and comes in. I give her a glass of wine before I ask. "Any chance you want your feeling restored? At least your sexual pleasure?"
She swirled the glass around before finishing it in one go, before saying. "Yes. I don't see any reason not to." We head to my bedroom, and I try a spell. "Racs edaf." Nothing visible happens, but with diagnostic touch, I can tell that her vaginal scars from the surgery had shrunk down to the normal amount anyone who's had sex before would have.
I don't know what kind of logomancy spell to do to un-deaden nerves, so I just do so with biomass control. "Do I have permission to make changes to your body?" She nods her head and I slowly begin to reactive the dead nerves in and around her vagina. The sudden activity has her gushing liquid from the sensation.
Finally, right before she climaxes, she tells me, and we do our normal, put my dick in her mouth before she finishes herself. That'll be the last time we do it that way, though. I finish up using the last dregs of that fat I got earlier to fix her up to about ninety percent. I ask another question. "Have you ever had anyone bring you to orgasm through sex?"
She looked down before saying. "Before we had the surgery, we were given to the scientists as a graduation from the assassin academy for us. A hint of what pleasure we could feel before it was taken away… They weren't gentle, and the answer to your question is no. No one has ever made me cum through sex."
I lightly smile at her as I close the distance and gently kiss her. "We'll take all the time you need to get there tonight. It's all about you tonight, my itsy bitsy spider." She laughed out loud at my nickname for her. We spend a few minutes just kissing before I slide back down and bring her to orgasm through cunnilingus.
I line up and I'm about to ask if she's ready, but the look she gives me lets me know to stop asking stupid questions. Just like Mary Jane, I start slow, but unlike her, Natasha hooks her legs around me and starts fucking herself with my dick. I laugh before saying. "You just had to ask for a hard fucking."
I go much faster, but still don't want to go superhuman yet. The bed began to make an ominous creaking noise, and for the first time, I heard Natasha moan a real moan instead of the fake ones she gave me the first time. I sped up again and felt her clench around me; she was low superhuman, so my breath caught in my throat at the pressure, but thankfully, I was as well.
Harder, even harder still, I fucked her. The bed buckled under our fucking as I turned her over and mashed her face into the bed. The light slaps of sex became those of a person clapping as she started squealing in pleasure. Another ten orgasms, and the person above knocks on the floor with her broom. Thankfully, I came prepared this time and gave Natasha a ball gag.
That lasts approximately ten minutes before she bites through it. I slow down to let her catch her breath and say. "You got some place more private than this we can go?" Her breasts heave with every deep breath she takes before saying. "Yeah, but it's thirty minutes away." I grab my staff and hand it to her.
"I'll give you some mana, think of the place you want to go, then make a circle with the staff." In another moment, she does as I told her and we go somewhere else completely naked.
The area she brought us looks like a safe house. I'm brought out of my thoughts as she sweeps my legs out from underneath me and mounts me before saying. "All night. You better be ready to go all night." I can only smile at her as I just barely outlast her. She shows off some of the moves she's learned as an assassin for seduction and positions impossible to pull off without the super soldier serum level of power.
The final move I try to pull off is sex in the air, but it's too expensive, and I almost fall on my head as the spell falters.
Chapter 33
I wake up half forgetting where I was until I try to move away from the person, and I feel like I rubbed the front of my body and honey. Everything feels sticky, and I feel almost attached like Velcro to her. Pulling away, I get a better look at the area. Looks like a safehouse to me. I pick her up, and she's still out of it. Going through the portal back home, I put on some clothes and ran out to the vehicle.
"Hey, Natasha's still inside, and any of my samples are probably bad already. Hand over some vials and I'll give you some blood to make up for it." I give the collection team a dozen vials of my blood before I head back inside and make breakfast. About halfway through, I remember that Cassandra could have totally been eavesdropping if she used her chi on her ears.
Ehh, that's not likely to have happened. What are the chances she was strengthening her hearing the hour or so I had sex. I cook a pound of bacon, some breakfast sausage links, hash brown patties, and three eggs for each of us. I butter two pieces of toast before cutting them into triangles and taking both plates while levitating a glass of orange juice and milk onto the table.
The smell must have been enough to wake her, as a minute later she came out in her underwear. She scratches her butt as she sits down, and her hair is a mess. The top she brought was practically falling off, and she had that zombie shuffle non-morning people had. I put on the Keurig before asking. "Any other vices you'd like satisfied?"
She drinks her coffee before looking at the food in front of her and taking a bite out of everything. "S-good." She says, still half asleep. At one point, she pops up for a second before saying. "I got to use this chi." I just walk over to her and say. "Keep eating, I'll get it for you."
She came a lot tonight, but not Cassandra amounts. I finish her first circle and get her to the second circle. Then I expand her mana veins all the way before unlocking her chakra points. I explain how to use them, and she gets it down quickly, channeling them to her fist and punching out. The audible difference in her punch before and after using chi pleased her. We eat in relative silence before she gets up and kisses me goodbye.
About thirty minutes after that, Stephanie and Cassandra came in. "Cassandra said you were fucking last night. Who was it?" I was washing the dishes, so I turned to her and said. "Ah, that'd be Natasha Romanav. I think SHIELD sent her to try and honeytrap me for my sperm to research, but she is just having sex with me to grow her own power now."
"Oh, alright then. Where's all the food at? I can still smell it." I laugh before saying. "If I knew this was going to be a common thing, I'd have saved some for you. Give me a sec to make you guys some." I cook them the same breakfast, but also leave a plate of pancakes on the side for Cass. She mainly ignores it all and goes for the pancakes first.
As they ate, I remembered. "Ahh, that big guy and Joker were definitely part of The Light. It's a secret organization of bad guys that want to… Rule the world, I can't remember what they wanted to do. In the show, The Light is from wasn't very memorable except for the heroes. Really dumb premise involving giving like thirteen-year-olds covert missions."
She stares at me as if she knows what I'm talking about while eating her slice of toast. "Tim just headed there, and that practice still exists. After Lagoon boy died they limited what the titans could do. Anything too difficult, and they send in one of the older teams. I'll have to talk to Bru-Batman about this."
She texts on her phone and gets back to eating. As she finishes, she picks up her phone and calls while leaving the room. As she does so, Cass walks over and sits in my lap, leaning back into me. "Mmmm. Warm." I lick some of the syrup off the corner of her mouth, and we just stare at each other and enjoy the quiet peace, hugging each other for a few minutes. She keeps acting more like a child who wants to be spoiled as she bounces on me while acting cutesy. She gets up and sits back down across from me seconds before Stephanie comes back in. I don't think Stephanie would have minded too much, but Cassandra must still be shy about showing her affection.
I was surprised at who I managed to get to sleep with so far. The nurse, Nat, Mary and Cass are people I wouldn't consider to be my preference but it still somehow worked out. Stephanie, Poison Ivy, maybe Harley Quinn, and a Spider girl are who I was going for, and all of them were out of reach right now. No, it was more the case that I was only valuable to those who didn't care about sex and wanted money or power.
It was a means to an end for them. I think Cass might be falling for me, and Nat is enjoying the benefits I give to her. She perks up, eating the last sausage from her plate. "Oh, Batman knew about The Light already. He said they have two on the inside ready to take them down when they go to act."
I asked a question I've been dreading. I just hope it hasn't happened yet. "Shit, I can't say his name because names have power. Uhh, the little magical man. Has he split the world into two yet? Split children from adults." She stopped chewing and then swallowed. "It was only a part of North America. Even still, thousands of babies died in the process. If it were the whole world, I would shudder at the consequences."
Now that I think about it, the world is just more magical and would fight back against evil magic. Plus, more heroes working against it would mean less time. Thousands dead is better than the millions that would have died in the show they just glossed over. "In other universes, that doesn't go as well as it did. Millions instead of thousands… I'm glad it happened the way it did. It lets people know how dangerous magic is."
We sat in silence, thinking about how bad it could have been. Even if only 1% had died when Klarion split the world into two dimensions, it would have still been 6 million, and that's a conservative estimate on the numbers if I'm being honest. Also, splitting the world into two would be drastically different in a third-world country compared to America. A three-year-old might be able to open the fridge and eat some string cheese.
"Well that's depressing. Any chance you two bat beauties can leave me with him? Got something I need to discuss with our mutual friend here."
Chapter 34
A hulking man sat down across from me, the chair creaking from his weight. Once again, I was starstruck at the sight of another hero I was a huge fan of. Sitting across from me, wearing his trenchcoat and body armor with a skull on it. "Hello Punisher, it's nice to meet you. Hope I haven't done anything too bad."
He looked at the ladies again, and I said he probably wants this to be private. "No eavesdropping, Cass. Actually, elffab!" Anyone trying to eavesdrop would hear the sounds of Cassandra moaning and our bodies slapping against each other. They left, and he began to speak as he pulled out Polaroid pictures.
"I've been tracking this man for the last few days, and wouldn't you know it, just as I get a confirmed sighting of him, he ends up dead." The pictures he showed were of the brutally killed 100 member I butchered. Pictures of blood covering almost the entire house, with a puddle covering most of the hallway where I killed him. The man was a leaker for sure.
"Now who would have guessed that someone I had also been keeping tabs on showed up at the scene just before he was found dead." He pulled out pictures of a TV with surveillance taking pictures of me just before I entered his house, with a lockpick set visible from the camera.
I could only smile. "All circumstantial, unfortunately. Sure, I could have not killed him in front of a girl I was on a date with, letting him get away so I could kill him later when she wasn't around, but. Who's to say I just didn't want to have a chat with him and someone else showed up and killed him with an impossibly sharp sword."
I stood up and walked over to the sword. Picking it up, I placed it on the table. He looked at it questioningly before dragging it across his forearm with just the weight of the sword itself digging into his flesh. "Whoa, boy, that's a sharp son of a bitch right there." Before he could bleed all of my table, I chanted. "Tink." Closing his wound before more than a few drops of blood could leak.
"That's some cool tricks you got there. I mainly came by to test your personality, you know, see if I had to put you down." I just smile at him and say. "Nope, never killed an innocent in my life, and I just have to say big fan of your work. The new series of yours was spectacular, I got goosebumps reading it the first time when you fought all those crocodiles in the pool."
He had a big smile on his face now. "Alligators, but yeah, that was pretty badass. I'm glad someone else saw me take down that drug lord. That shit was crazy. Alright then, if you act up and kill anyone innocent, I'll be back here." He stands up, and I stop him. "Take the sword, please. It was one of my earlier works, and it's already chipping. I'll need to replace it soon, but you never know when you'll need an impossibly sharp sword."
He wavers for a moment before grabbing the sword and leaving. I walk over to the door and open it, letting Stephanie roll on the floor. "What were you talking about? I couldn't hear anything." Cass just looked slightly mad and embarrassed. "Not. Nice."
I laugh and say. "Nothing important. Just business is all. I gave him a magic sword." That sword I gave him was a mixture of metal forged sloppily and fast, with barely enough power to keep the sharp enchant running on it for a year before it broke down. It would get more use from him than me.
Fuck, he fights vampires with Blade in this universe, sometimes I should have gotten the sword blessed. Welp, good luck, I guess, hope that shit still works. Smaller knives with the same effect made more sense. The way I made that sword was with spare materials; making four similar knives would have probably been smarter.
I hear a knock at my door again. I actually get angry before putting back on my mask of indifference. Answering it, I'm surprised by the sight of Bruce Wayne. We go through the same routine with him asking what exactly happened dancing around him, finding the dead 100 members in front of Cass and Steph. He was upset I had murdered, but couldn't let it be known he knew it was me.
Well, with him here… "Hey, can I ping around using your boom tubes so I can teleport to those locations later. I'm looking for these three specifically and can't say them out loud because two of them are date locations for Steph and me."
He gave me a smirk, and we headed back to the Wayne mansion. It's a quiet ride in his supercar. With him being outed as Batman, it didn't make sense for him to ride in a less defensible vehicle, but at one point, a drink was thrown at his window. He shook it off like he normally would, and I can only say.
"Have you thought about quitting for a while? If you take more shifts on overwatch at the Watchtower, people will forget about it sooner. I'm surprised you didn't move Alfred there if I'm being honest." He looks at me through the mirror, and I can tell he's angry at what I just said. I just told him. "You're only human, Bruce… Besides people attacking you through your businesses, you have to know they'll try to get to you through your family."
I spoke up again. "You know… In the comics you don't really teach Stephanie anything; she's Robin for a few months, then you take that position away. She tries to prove herself to you and dies in the process…"
I don't have to say more. As one of the smartest people on the planet, he knew he fucked up.
Chapter 35
Having another system to teleport around to so I can teleport to any continent, was a lifesaver. It saved me thousands of dollars on air travel, and getting California, Texas, Washington, and Florida gave me the ability to get anywhere in America fairly quickly. I also get Nebraska just to round out my American travel locations.
My plans for the future were looking better as I took a detour back home and headed to Arkham Asylum first. I'll go through the normal routes to have Poison Ivy freed, but if I can't do it legally, well… There's always the break her out method and maybe kill some of the more evil members I can steal powers from.
I ate a burrito from a stall as I looked over the city from a rooftop. It wasn't perfectly New York. It was a combination of things I could recognize from my trip there, of Marvel's New York and Gotham. The biggest change would be the Titans Tower in the place of the Statue of Liberty. Getting the last teleport location by flying over and teleporting away before anyone else can show up, I port home.
Tomorrow I planned on asking her out on another date, so tonight I just worked on other magical items. Honestly, it was mostly experimenting; there weren't many known ways to make powerful magical items. Most happened through a fluke or an experiment gone wrong. I made a decent version of the staff of the living tribunal. Well, my version was the baton of the living tribunal.
The main problem was that it was a dangerous weapon and didn't really function that well as a whip. It burned whatever it touched and cut as well. It scored a deep gash in the dirt out near my workshop, and I had to quickly fill in the hole as the grass around the strike lit aflame. Finding cloth with enough life and wind energy to make a cloak of levitation was going to be a bitch and a half.
"Oh my god! I'm a fucking idiot!" It didn't have to be cloth; that's thinking in the old way. It could be a plastic lining that does the magical component with a cool outer layer of cloth, so it doesn't look like a magical raincoat. Doing it that way, I could just mix in magical ingredients during the bonding process of the plastic to get the desired effect.
There were a few ways to get a similar effect to the cloak's defensiveness to the wielder. For one, I could do what the original creator did and bind a soul into the creation. That was a pretty big no-go, though, as I don't think the good guys would be fine using/wearing the soul of a young child.
The next would be to put a location-pinging enchant on it and hope a particular fae wanting to travel the world would grab onto the clothing. More than likely, it would be neutral or evil, though, so I'd have to scrap two out of every three cloaks I make.
The next option would be to have the person bind it as their familiar. You normally do this with magical creatures, but it could be done with magical items. Over the course of their time together, the cloak would grow a pseudo-sentience very similar and would try to protect their owner.
The final option would be to obtain mystical materials from the fae dimension to make the item. A crown of harpy feathers for the flight and a komainu scale for the protection aspect. If I were lucky, griffon or phoenix feathers would serve both purposes, but they were far more rare. The harpy feathers might also make the person wearing the cloak more horny than usual as well. Ah, I could get a pegasus feather from the Valkyries on Asgard. I wasn't sure which would be easier, going to a fae dimension or to Asgard.
I think for my cloak I'll bind it as a familiar, and for everyone else's I'll try to make it with enchantment magic for flight, then have a clan of brownies live inside for the protection. That way, they'll also clean whatever room the cloaks are left in as well. I googled locations that sell cloaks, and of course, there's a store within ten blocks of me that sells them.
I don't have nearly enough air-infused gems to make the levitation spell. I head to Britain and disguise myself with magic. After entering the store, I talk him into showing me all the emeralds he has, at which point I put them into a sack and make a portal out of there, stealing like thirty thousand dollars' worth of emeralds. I repeat this for the other gems I'm going to use.
I find plastic bottles of a similar color to the gems and begin to crush the gems down. Melting the plastic down and mixing in the gemstone dust isn't very effective, but it's what I have to do before I have an infuser to do this much better. After melting and mixing in the dust three separate times because the magic was too unevenly distributed I get my first plastic layer to put under the cloak.
The end product is a normal cloak with a defensive layer first. This was not strong enough to stop bullets but would provide the same protection as a set of leather armor. Next would be the double layer of insulating magic, so I wouldn't get too hot or cold while wearing it. The next layer was self-cleaning, as I didn't plan on having brownies live in my cloak; it would get dirty without this layer. Finally, I finished with the flight magic.
The rest of the day was spent tearing it apart and redoing the enchants then figuring out why I couldn't bind it as a familiar. Apparently plastic isn't a good binding agent for familiar contracts so I had to flood the cloth part of the cape with my mana and wait before applying it with a familiar contract. Teaching it to defend me was going to be another part of the process and its pseudo sentience could be programmed with simple phrases.
I got the cloak to fly to me whenever I slapped my knees or I said. "Welp I suppose."