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  Kamar Taj [August 2014]

  –Alveus (HIVE)–

  “Humans have e far from the primitives they once were,” He ented absentmindedly even as one of his tentacles tio choke the life out of one of the sacrificial agents given to him. He was currently wearing the skin of one of the dead HYDRA agents who had been oh so graceful to give him the possession of his body.

  With a swift crack, the struggles of the agent behind him ceased as his powers worked their magid— “Aahh,” He sighed in te as he felt his strength increase a bit.

  “No! Nonononono! Don’t e clos– Ack!” That was all the poor thing could say before his tentacles simply entered his mouth and stopped his whining. He enjoyed watg the desperation, the fear even as the realisation that they were going to die eheir eyes, they tile to survive, to do something.

  “Hmm?” He looked at the slowly raising hand towards him, trying to catch him, punch him? He did not know but he was doh this pything so with a flex of his mind, the tentacle that had almost reached the stomach stopped and then expanded into a beautiful shower of blood. He could almost taste it but as, this dead body did not have the same quality as the others did.

  “Are they to your liking?”

  “Hmm?” He looked up as a voice spoke from the ceiling. His possession of this dead body had allowed him to learn a great many things about the current state of his p. He had been banished, feared for his powers and now, he had returned and he was nto going to make the same mistakes as he did before.

  He was going to wait, bide his time, return to his former peak, and then…

  Then, as his face split into a hideous grin, even as he felt blood leak the face as it was stretched beyond its limits, ‘I will rid this world of non Inhumans and rule the rest,’

  But for now, he was tent in mulg down the sacrifices provided to him by the cult of primates that had apparently been instrumental in his return, and were more than willing to provide anything he demao help him regain his strength, which was the only reason he had limited himself to feasting on designated poor souls, instead of just dev the entire institution and being doh it.

  No, that was how he was found and bahe st time, because he could not trol himself. He will not do that this time. THis time, it would be slow, just like this body was oaught.

  The primates, they called themselves human, really had e far from his days. Back when he was still oh, they were barely more than monkeys, c beh their might and hunting for mere morsels of food while the Ihhumans lounged like Kings, strengthened by the teology that the Kree left behind.

  Then, his face twisted i anrimace as he thought of the Kree and how their teology was used against him, to banish him from his rightful pce as the ruler of Inhumans and all other lesser beings oh.

  He could find no trace of that awe inspiring teology in his ra then again, he was nowhere near his prime. Having been forced to speuries, alone, without any food had deteriorated his body and even his mind to the point of non cohere was only the unintended sacrifices that he ed in his insanity that allowed some of his powers to recover and his mind to gain some stability.

  Now that he had ed enough of the primates, he could think clearly. Pn clearly and also, this time, with the resources he had at his disposal, he was sure to gain his rightful pce as the Ruler of the Inhumans.

  “You!” he poi the gss, where he knew some of the primates were hiding. For now, he let them think that he was their ally because as far as he could tell, the primates were somehow the dominant species on the p now. WHile that was the case when he was banished as well, but they just had numbers on their side.

  If he was sensing correctly, the numbers he was getting in just his small range was enough to fill aire ti beach when he was still active. He used to pick up their settlements and sna them, just out of boredom because his body could not be satiated with just primate blood anymore. It was just a pastime for him, to raze down their primitive civilisations.

  But now?

  Now that he had ed enough of these primates’ brains, he could tell that the Inhumans species would have a very hard time getting rid of these primates, without some truly drastic measures.

  For Kree’s sake, these primates would rather destroy the entire phan submit to him. No, that would not do. They had to submit to him, if not in their current form, then in some other form.

  “Y-Yes?” He heard the stammered reply from the ceiling, from the speakers. Odd, these primates had teology that was advang at a pace that would put them at par with some of the things from the Kree base from his memories, in a few more turies. THat rate ress was arming but it would expin their rapid growth if they somehow stumbled upon old Kree ted mao learn from it.

  He could tell that the biggest differeween the Primates of his time and now was their brain. They had vastly more developed brains and the informatioy in each of the sacrifices was just delicious.

  Ba his time, he would have had to e thousands to gain anywhere he amount of information he was getting from a single brain. It was helping him get acclimated with this ime period faster than ever.

  “Get me more,” he simply ordered the people behind the mirror and sat down on the ground, cross legged, his tentacles floating behind him, doing a sweep of the entire pce, wiping down blood and any stray pieces of flesh that were still remaining. At this point, the boost was negligible but he simply ehe feeling of l over these simpletons.

  As he sat down, his power expao cover a vast swathe of nd. Nowhere near his prime when he could actually pinpoint as well as active Inhumans halfway across the p but it would do for now. Unless he got his hands on some Inhumans, alive or dead, he would not recover to his prime. Just primate brains were enough for information and for him to retain his mind but not enough for him to grow strong enough to overthrow the current regime.

  His power pinged on all the humans that lived nearby, which was not much because they were deep underground, in the middle of a forest, with nothing but animals and crocodiles for as far as his range went. Still, the few humans he could sense oskirts of the forest were normal humans with only a single one who had the potential to bee an Inhuman.

  The blood was muddled so much that it might as well but he was sure that it was a Inhuman, someone who would easily bee a member of his species with the Terrigen crystals.

  Speaking of which, “I assume you have something for me? Something that you have undoubtedly gathered?” He asked the mirror once again, knowing through the soldiers’ memoirs that a rge amount of stuff had been transferred to this base in preparation for his arrival and he khat none of it was used because the Monolith was a single part of it.

  He could feel them move hastily without even reply. Cowards.

  ……

  ….

  “Ah, that was adequate,” he said as he exited the tai chambers, having ed a dozen ments with the Primate being one of them. Even that little bit of Inhuman DNA helped as he ehe room that had been specifically sealed with all the stuff that these people thought would help him.

  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, a his senses expand. Almost immediately, they snapped open as he stalked deep into the pile of stuff, eventually reag a rge wooden crate. His hahrough the crate as he grabbed it and pulled it out.

  With reverence, he pced it on the ground, a some of his tentacles bleed bck blood on the tainer which ope, revealing the blue glow of terrigenesis crystals to him. He grinned as he felt the blood within his body react to the Crystal but now was not the time. Teically, he could make the possessed body undergenesis and gain new powers but that would leave him vulnerable and might also give him faulty powers.

  That was not a risk he was willing to take right now. What he could do was make sure t any Inhumans into the fold and mold them to his will.

  He could now create a small army of Inhumans, allowing him to exert his power over a far rger scale. All he had to do was travel and find the speck of Inhumans amidst the sea of humans that littered his phat was fihough because soon enough, that would not be the case.

  He would rule over all of them, once he was done going through this whole mess of stuff that had been gathered for him. ONe of the primates had informed him that the whole ruler cil of the cult that his followers started after he was banished, was going to e here, to formally meet their ruler.

  It would be o meet them. He wohough, how would their fear taste?

  Would it be as delicious as the agents he devoured, who thought of his family in his st moments? Maybe he should give the family a visit.

  Something to do ter on.

  ……

  ….

  [October 2014]

  Nice, he thought to himself. In such a short span, he had found over 100 spes capable of undergoing terrigenesis and only 20 of them died because of their insolence before they could let the mists of terrigenesis touch them. Those 20 deaths helped put the other 80 in line as they obediently followed his orders.

  Of those 83 that went into the chambers, 73 came out with powers. The rest withered into dust, their blood too thin for the crystals to do anything with them. Of the 73 that came out, 4 of them were of no use to him so he swiftly ate them, in front of the remaining 69, partly because it was fun to watch their fear before he took trol of them and partly because it would be a waste of Inhuman DNA to just let them die by something as mundane as a bullet.

  “Ah…” he almost moa the increase in his strength. His strength recover even more, he could cover even more nd and he smiled once more, as he felt dozens of s more, this time, with even stronger Inhumans blood in them.

  ……

  ….

  [November 2014]

  Somewhat satisfied with the small army of Inhumans he had raised and trolled into doing his bidding, he turned his attention to some of the biggest hurdles in his way to bee the ruler of the Inhumans.

  The Avengers.

  “Even more so..” he disregarded the files of the Avengers and instead focused on another file that was much thicker. The Green Guardian.

  He snorted, what a terrible name. Jack Sullivan. Someone who was strong enough to overturire base he was in, including the town itself if he so wished. So much power and what did that fool do with it? Serve and protect the Primates, as if those i monkeys could ever amount to anything, let aloo someone on the level of Jack.

  Oh, he could freely admit that he was surprised at his power levels but he had seey of other Inhumans during his heyday that could exert power on the same level, at the very least. His very presence among the Inhuma that he could reliably guide the New geion of Inhumans to the optimal use of their powers. He could also boost them but that required bonding on a level that he was just not fortable.

  Bonding of that sort was what led to weakness in his otherwise perfect self and that was the weakhat the Kree used to banish him to his own personal hell, something that he hadn’t fotten. Once he was sure that his own civilization to match, he would soo his sights on the Kree.

  “Ah..” he licked his lips at that. He could still remember the taste of the First Kree he had killed and devoured. The boost he had gotten as a result of that was still fresh in his memory and he would love to have that taste once again, sometime iure. That was certain.

  On to the point, the cult leadership which was a Father and a daughter short because they seemed to be the ones with the most delicious fear, had put together this dossier for him, full of weaknesses, both firmed and theorised.

  For the entire roster of the Avengers a…

  Ahey could not find some reliable weaknesses for this Jack, arguably the biggest threat to him with his tai and sealing capabilities, aside from some n of targeting his close ones.

  No, he had to take out this Jack Sullivan himself before they could go any further but frustratingly, none of the fellow members of his species had awakened with a powerset that could help iing this Jack. He also khat if he got his hands on Jack's body, there would be no one on this p capable of stopping him.

  ……

  ….

  [December 2014]

  These days, all he did was help train the Inhumans, travel and load up new lots of Inhumans, and look for weaknesses in the biggest threat to his pns.

  Most of the Avengers and the do gooders had been ated for. It would be trivially easy in fact to get rid of them because of their familial es.

  It was only Jack Sullivan who had nothing they could capitalise on. THis frustration had led to his Inhuman Army’s size being reduced from 150 to 141, nine dying tragically to fill his hunger. He did get so mugrier when he was hungry.

  It also frustrated him that he could not find much of the Royal Blood in any of the Inhumans on the p. His inability to get higher tier Inhuma that he was still stuck at try level. The Royal Blood, back when he was alive, was touted as the siro bloodline, guarao produ Inhuman with an impossibly strong power, such as his own.

  Despite bing the entire ti, and the neighb one, he hadn’;t found a single oh Royal Blood. Their blood would have been like the biggest boost to his powers a, he was stuck, with mediocre Inhumans, who could not even sate his hu times.

  He made sure to avoid the ones with the better powers and the ones who were profit in their use but that still left many who could be thrown in his tentacles anytime he wanted.

  Could the monkeys have diluted their bloodline so much, in their quest to multiply like rabbits, that no ROyal Blood existed on the p anymore?

  That was a terrifying thought, something that guaranteed his failure iing and acquiring Jack’s body.

  No matter, Jack would get in his range someday and then he would have his firmation.

  Until then, he would prod and plot.

  “Hmm?” he stopped rog the chair and looked at the door as someone was ing rushing in his dire. He was not to be disturbed unless something came up on Jad everyone on the base k, sidering the warning also came with 2 heads being pnted in the ter of the base floor.

  “e in,” he answered the knod gri the delicious fear ing off the young woman.

  Nht now. Maybe ter.

  “What is it?”

  …

  He grinned as the young thi. She had earned her life, for now. He looked at the tablet and the reports in front of him. The portals, the golden s, and more.

  Those were not innate powers. The cult that had expanded rapidly retly had found out some more people, who could do the same things as Jack.

  Opening portals to other pces, using sticks, s, and swords made up of the same e glow.

  He gri that, this could be used. It was good that one of the Inhumans awakened with a power that could protect their digital infrastructure.

  Otherwise, Stark’s pet AI would have detected them in the first week itself. All in all, the army was useful in some aspects but nothing that would grant him absolute power.

  After all, in front of Absolute Power, what was strategy if not mere monkeys jumping around, waiting for the iable?

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