Capítulo 65: The Perfect King
Erik stood in the sterile lab room, the bright lights reflecting off the sleek surfaces around him.
Homelander leaned casually against a console, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Alright, Erik, time to lay down on the cradle. It's not as uncomfortable as it looks, I promise."
Erik nodded, taking a deep breath as he approached the metallic apparatus. "You make it sound like I'm scared," he replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "You know, I've faced worse."
Homelander chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Sure, but this is different. This isn't a battle. You're about to become something extraordinary."
As Erik settled into the cradle, the SRs—scientific researchers—began their procedure, securing him with various connectors that pulsed with energy.
They attached electrodes and catalysts designed to optimize the Compound V infusion.
"So, what do you think of Xavier?" Asked Erik trying to keep the silence filled.
Homelander replied, leaning closer. "He seems like a good guy, but he's stuck in his ways just like you"
Erik started to respond, but a sharp pain jolted through him, cutting off his words.
His body tensed as the catalysts began to activate, sending waves of energy coursing through him. "Xavier... believes..." he managed to say, but the pain intensified, making it hard to focus.
Just as the words escaped his lips, the metal cradle closed in around him, locking him in place.
The sound of machinery whirred to life, and Erik felt a powerful magnetic field enveloping his body.
The last thought he had before the pain overwhelmed him was the realization of how far he'd come from being almost eliminated before fulfilling his mission for his race.
Then, darkness began to close in, and he surrendered to the sensation.
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The process on Magneto was one that would take some time—possibly seven hours or so.
Not particularly concerned, Niklaus sealed the space around the lab and made his way back to Vought Tower.
As he entered, he swiftly dodged a swing from Laura, who had taken on a more feral demeanor, resembling Logan in both attitude and agility.
With a smirk, he caught her around the waist, lifting her effortlessly and holding her under his arm like a playful cat.
"Grrr.. put me down"
"Easy there, wild child," he teased, making his way over to Ashley, who was silently typing away on her laptop, deeply focused on her work.
He gently set Laura down beside Ashley and, without a word, pulled Ashley into a warm embrace.
Her face brightened up instantly, a smile spreading across her features as she leaned into him.
The warmth of the moment lingered, contrasting the tense atmosphere of the lab they had just left behind.
"So, What's the status of Erik Stevens ?"
"Erik has been brought in, just like you asked," she said, her voice steady but unsure. "We don't have a full profile on him yet, but he's been through hell. You wanted him because of his potential, right?"
Niklaus didn't answer immediately, lost in his thoughts.
Erik stevens or better known as Erik Killmonger The son of Prince N'Jobu pf Wakanda.
Of course, they'd just throw him away like unfinished business.
T'Chaka probably thought he was doing the world and N'jobu a favor by abandoning Erik.
But all they did was create someone like Killmonger—someone who had every right to tear down that ideological fortress of theirs.
Homelander hated ideological nations.
Wakanda especially.
Silent treatment, passive to the suffering of their own people, their own kin.
They could've saved so many lives, but they chose to remain hidden.
Cowards.
In the MCU, Killmonger had been right.
Sure, Killmonger's methods had been brutal, but in the grand scheme, his vision wasn't as far-fetched as the heroes made it seem.
Hell, Wakanda's silence led to suffering all over Africa for centuries, and that same silence created men like Erik Stevens—people with nothing to lose and no loyalty except to their vengeance.
Niklaus—leaned against the sofa still holding Ashley who was covering her moith trying to hold down her moans as he mindlessly played with her boobs.
His eyes unfocused and gleaming with ambition.
Erik Stevens was now under Vought's care, a piece of a much larger plan.
But to everyone else, Erik was just another powerful asset that caught his eye.
Only Homelander knew the full depth of his intentions.
In his mind, he saw the potential, the vision.
Erik wasn't just a lost boy with a tragic past. No, he was the future king of Wakanda—the perfect king.
Homelander had taken him in for a reason.
Wakanda, with all its technology, resources, and potential, was shackled by its outdated ideologies, by rulers too blinded by tradition and isolationism to see what the world needed.
But under Erik's rule, those chains could be shattered.
No more boundaries.
No more silent observers watching the world burn.
Wakanda could be something much greater.
A nation at the forefront of the world stage—tearing down those useless ideological barriers and leading humanity into a golden age.
Homelander's grin grew wider as his thoughts raced.
He wasn't just hoping for Erik to become a king; he was hoping to create the perfect ally(puppet) —someone who would carry out his vision.
A new Wakanda, free from the old guard's cowardice.
A Wakanda that would not only stand beside him but also serve as a pillar in his vision for the future.
An Earth that would put Viltrum to shame, he thought. A planet of unrivaled strength, where weakness was purged, and only the strong and willing thrived.
In Homelander's mind, this was no longer about simple control or domination—it was about creating something so grand, so powerful, that even the legendary Viltrumite empire would pale in comparison.
Homelander smirked.
Even that revered figure, the immortal and mighty leader of the Imperium of Man, would look upon this new Earth and nod in approval.
The perfect world, built on strength, order, and unyielding dominance.
Erik, the future King of Wakanda, would be a key player inall of it.
And Homelander , would lead them both to reshape the planet into something beyond what anyone could have ever imagined.
He snapped out of his thoughts, his grin unwavering as he glanced at Ashley, who had already came some moments ago and was now a mes of euphoria at the moment..
Hah! he could never actually resist her temping face in lments like these.
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A/N Late chapter , I was busy in my birthday celebrations.😅
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