In Marvel as a summoning Mage

[Odin Borson POV]

A few thousand years ago, before humanity even began to evolve, before I turned away from my ambitions of conquest, my son Baldur and I stood at the pinnacle of all beings. I was the King of Asgard, and he was my executioner—my pride, my firstborn.

Baldur, whose light was meant to shine brighter than the sun itself, had his brilliance diminished because of my ruthlessness. He was the perfect warrior, the ideal heir. I believed no one could surpass him.

In my arrogance and pride, I bestowed upon him the greatest honor—the Odinforce, the very essence of Asgard, to be shared between us. I gave him the power to walk beside me as an equal. It was a gesture of my belief in him, a recognition of his worth.

But that decision would become my greatest regret.

For centuries, we committed countless sins to make Asgard the glorious realm it was. And for those sins, a curse was born—one that would haunt us forever.

Its name was Mangog, the God of Curses, the embodiment of vengeance, rage, and war. I never anticipated its arrival, nor the destruction it would bring upon us.

It attacked Asgard with fury unmatched, and together with my children, we fought to defend our home. The battle raged on, nearly tearing the kingdom apart. Though we were victorious in the end, the cost was unimaginable. I lost my daughter that day… and my son was cursed.

The curse was insidious. Because of the Odinforce within Baldur, it spread like a plague, threatening not only him but all of Asgard. It reached my other children and even myself, binding itself to the very fabric of our realm.

There was only one way to stop it—to focus the curse solely on Baldur, to prevent it from spreading further. It was not a solution, but a temporary reprieve. The curse was too deeply entwined with Asgard itself.

I sacrificed my son to save myself, to save Asgard, and to protect my future children. It was the price of the kingdom's survival.

But even after all these years, I have never stopped searching for a way to break the curse. Yet, I have never succeeded.

Even my close friend, Yao, the Ancient One, confirmed what I feared most—this curse could not be removed. She warned me that the curse would not only plague Baldur but also bring with it Ragnarok, the end of everything, in the future.

I sought her wisdom countless times, desperately asking her to peer into the threads of fate to find a way—any way—to save my children. After much persistence, she finally relented and shared a glimpse of what was to come. She revealed that one of my daughters would be saved. Hela… my beloved Hela, she would be spared from her fate. And more than that, she would live a happy life, not in Asgard, but on Earth.

Hela, who was once destined to rule the dead, would find peace and joy, and she would share that life with the one foretold in prophecy—the one who would change everything. The Prophecy One.

Yao spoke of this figure, the one who would change not only Hela's fate but also that of Thor and Loki. His coming to Earth would alter the course of destiny for my sons. But to ensure this future, I had to play my part. She advised that I should never allow Loki to feel comfort in my praise. I had to keep him in the shadows of his brother, to make sure he would know despair.

It seemed a cruel strategy, but I knew Loki too well. Greedy and ambitious, his true nature was masked by a facade. He had always been quick to adapt, to play the role of the reformed son, the loyal brother. But beneath his actions, his inner thoughts were a constant contradiction.

Loki fooled everyone around him. Even the Watcher, that eternal observer, would be deceived if he saw Loki for the first time. By all appearances, Loki would seem to be a man of good intentions, but I knew better. He was, and always had been, a selfish, scheming brat.

This is why I was cold toward him, why I distanced myself from him more than I did with Thor. I could not afford to give him hope or praise. I knew what he was capable of, and I had to ensure that he would never become a true threat.

It was the only way to guide him toward the future that Yao had seen—the future where the Prophecy One would change everything.

From the knowledge I gained from Yao, I raised Hela with a purpose. I told her time and time again that her husband—the one destined to save this world—would come. She grew up believing in this prophecy, waiting for him with the same conviction I once held for Asgard's glory.

In her eyes, this prophecy became her guiding light. She embraced the same beliefs I had in my youth, and her love for battle surpassed even my own. Hela trained relentlessly, pushing herself to the brink in preparation for the day she would stand by her future husband's side to save the world.

In her pursuit of strength, Hela became more aggressive, more violent—a trait I chose to ignore. I was proud of her resilience, her dedication. I had once been the same.

But as time passed, I changed. The glories of war and conquest that I once admired became burdens, sins weighing heavily on my conscience. The scars of victory became reminders of the lives lost and the kingdoms shattered.

Hela did not change. Her love for this future husband twisted in ways I hadn't foreseen. Her obsession grew, warping her heart. She would go to any lengths to defend his name, even if it meant torturing anyone who dared speak ill of him.

She could not understand my shift in rule. And I could no longer control her.

I had created the perfect warrior. The perfect monster. A partner forged from my own ruthless ambition. And to make it worse, I had given her the power of kings and queens.

I could have killed her.

Even then, I was stronger than her, and the old me would have done so without hesitation. After all, Hela bore no curse, so there would be no consequences of the curse spreading if I ended her life.

But the me of that moment… I couldn't bring myself to do it. Not after what I had done to Baldur. Not after the guilt I lived with every day. Perhaps I held on to the hope that the Prophecy One would be the one to save her, to set things right.

She was my daughter. The same girl who, not so long ago, called me "papa."

I had become weak. Sentimental.

So, instead of ending her reign of terror, I devised a plan. I sent the Valkyries with her on one final mission—a war with the giants. I told them their task was to fight alongside her, then bring her down, but in truth, they were nothing more than pawns. Their real purpose was to buy me enough time to seal her away.

When all was said and done, and no Valkyries remained, I sealed my daughter, condemning her to a fate far worse than death.

It was the sin that would forever haunt me.

I betrayed Her.

I sealed my little girl, not because I wanted to save her, but because I couldn't bear to deal with the consequences of my own failures.

And now, the Prophecy One would have to face those consequences. It wasn't my fault she turned out this way, was it? He was the one destined to save her and change her fate.

I was never meant to be a king. I was born a warrior, and I should have died a warrior. Instead, I failed. I failed as a king. I failed as a father. I failed in everything that did not involve war.

As the years passed, the wait for the Prophecy One grew longer than I had anticipated.

But now, he had arrived. And it was time to hand over the responsibility I had long abandoned. My children, Thor and Loki, had awakened their divine powers. The time was near.

"Are you okay, my lord?" Heimdall asked as I awoke from my thoughts.

I nodded.

Another lie.

When would I stop lying to myself? When would I finally face the consequences and the judgment I deserved?

"Summon everyone," I commanded. "Especially the Prophecy One. He is crucial."

Heimdall understood and left to gather them. My days were numbered, and I could feel her stirring—Hela, my daughter. Her rage, her hate, her twisted love for him... It was growing stronger by the day. She would break free from her cage in a few short years.

And when that day came, she would come for me.

I would not stop her.

"I am," I finally replied, fully aware that I was taking the easy way out, allowing others to deal with the mess I had created.

Loki. Hela. Thor. Baldur. Sitonai.

I had failed them all.

But now, it would be up to Loki and Thor—and the Prophecy One—to face what I could not. They were better prepared for this world than I ever was or could ever be.

After all, the fate of this universe now rests on the shoulders of the Prophecy One—Ritsuka Fujimaru.

I leave it all to you… to the Defender of humanity.

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{Gil Industries Tower, New York City}

The Gil Industries Tower stood tall, a gleaming pinnacle of wealth and influence in the heart of New York City. Its golden glass exterior reflected the sunlight, casting a warm, almost divine glow across the skyline. Inside, the grandest office at the top was the epitome of luxury. The spacious room had high ceilings, adorned with modern art, while the floor was made of white marble with gold streaks running through it. Large, panoramic windows allowed an unbroken view of the city, reminding visitors of the power that resided within.

At the center of this domain, behind a polished mahogany desk, sat Siduri, the ever-poised and graceful secretary of the enigmatic CEO of Gil Industries. Dressed in a sleek, formal outfit, she radiated professionalism, her brown hair tied back neatly. Siduri handled most of the company's business dealings, and while the world speculated about the mysterious CEO, no one ever saw her unless invited. Rumors of her beauty, power, and unimaginable wealth were the only details known, but few could boast of ever meeting her face-to-face.

Sitting across from Siduri was Emma Frost, dressed impeccably in a white, tailored suit. Even in a room filled with grandeur, Emma's confidence and commanding presence were undeniable. She had come here to make a business deal, seeking to align her own interests with the unstoppable force that was Gil Industries. But this meeting wasn't going the way she had anticipated.

Siduri's voice was calm, almost gentle, as she looked at Emma. "Miss Frost, the CEO has reviewed your proposal. While the expansion of Frost Transportation Industries (both the building of ships and aircraft and their use for freight and passenger transport) into oil and weapons development is admirable, the terms you've offered are…" She paused slightly, "...insufficient."

Emma's icy blue eyes narrowed slightly. "In business, terms are always flexible. I'm sure we can find a compromise that will benefit both our companies."

Siduri offered a polite, but unreadable smile. "A compromise is always possible. However, the CEO has one specific condition."

Emma leaned forward slightly, her interest piqued. "And what would that be?"

Siduri clasped her hands together on the desk. "The CEO will agree to the deal, but only if Frost Industries is absorbed entirely. Your company's name will no longer exist. It will become a branch under the Gil Industries banner."

Emma's gaze sharpened. A direct takeover. It was bold, and many would see it as a loss of identity. But Emma Frost was pragmatic. She could sense the power behind Gil Industries—far more than wealth alone. She had her own plans, and aligning herself with this giant could open doors even she hadn't yet considered.

After a pause, Emma nodded slowly. "Fine. I accept your terms."

"Excellent," Siduri said, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "I'll have the paperwork ready for your signature by tomorrow."

With that, Emma rose from her seat, adjusting her blazer. "I look forward to it." She gave Siduri a final nod before turning to leave the luxurious office.

As Emma stepped through the grand doorway and out of sight, Siduri's demeanor shifted slightly, her posture straightening as she sensed the unmistakable stirrings of something powerful in the air. A faint tremor passed through the room, almost imperceptible, but enough to catch her attention. Her eyes darted toward the closed door behind her, leading to the CEO's private chamber.

Before Siduri could gather her thoughts, the door creaked open, revealing Queen Gilgamesh the figure of a woman with flowing golden hair that seemed to shimmer under the light, her presence commanding without effort. She was tall, elegant, and wore an exquisite gold-trimmed suit that screamed both wealth and authority. Her crimson eyes were sharp, gleaming with an almost predatory amusement as they landed on Siduri.

"Siduri," Gilgamesh said, her voice smooth and rich with confidence, "what did you think of our new zasshu?"

Siduri bowed her head respectfully. "Miss Frost demonstrated determination and ambition, traits that can be beneficial for our endeavors. However, she is unaware of the true nature of what lies ahead in future."

Gilgamesh chuckled, her laughter rich and resonant. "Fufufu… How deliciously naïve. She believes she is playing the game when in truth, she is merely a pawn in the grand scheme. And future of humanity is going to change in unbelievable way. "

Siduri raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "You sensed it too, didn't you, Your Highness? The divine awakening?"

"Yes," Gilgamesh replied, her expression shifting to one of anticipation. "The first god has stirred. The prophecy speaks of a time when he would awaken. That time is now. It seems my partner's arrival was the hint we've been waiting for."

Siduri straightened, her voice steady. "What do you intend to do, CEO? We have long prepared for this moment, but it feels… different."

Gilgamesh's eyes gleamed with excitement as she leaned closer, her presence almost overwhelming. "It is time to collect what is mine. I will not let this opportunity slip through my fingers. He will become mine. If he is worthy . I'm going to collect what is mine, after all. If he is not worthy then he will die. But I know it will be not the case. So I going to meet him. The mrogel will come to understand their place in this new order."

Siduri nodded, her heart racing at the thrill of what was to come. "And what of Miss Frost?"

"She will serve her purpose," Gilgamesh said dismissively, her smirk widening. "But you should ensure she understands she is not the one in control. This world is mine to command. And I will not let humanity die here. I already noticed the change started in humanity. Those pathetic hydra mrogels are gone. This must be his move. Fufufu, he is really fast in his work. I like that."

'Fufufu.... Wait for me, the prophecy one, all treasures are mine. Nothing is unreasonable to me '

With a final laugh that echoed in the luxurious office, Gilgamesh stepped back toward her private chamber, a figure of power and ambition. Siduri watched her go, a mix of awe and trepidation filling her as the door closed behind the CEO. The air hummed with energy, and Siduri couldn't shake the feeling that the world was on the brink of an upheaval, one that would change everything.

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Note:

Hello sexy Readers,

See i told you I will bring the female leads from Marvel world. And they are Female Gilgamesh and Hela from this Universe.

Actually only Queen Gilgamesh is the only female lead I have in my mind. And hela is another mid boss who will die but after the response of readers who wants to see hela change into anti hero and join in Ritsuka Harem.

I changed the story because of it. You can check the profile chapter next .

I guess what if hela changed the readers or my readers actually want to read hot evil waifus. Lol. Tell me which one you are?

Siduri is alive and immortal. She is one of the First generation Mutants like Apocalypse. And she is very loyal to Her Queen.

Fate fans or others, please Give me any idea to give siduri any POWER. Which should be useful for a her character. And it should not very OP okay but strong.