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Chapter 12 Marvel's Corrupt Exorcist
🕑 Added 2025-05-10 01:51:22 +0000 UTCWithin Limbo.
Tens of thousands of demons toiled in unison, constructing an immense magic circle. The formation sprawled across thousands of miles, stretching over two rivers of molten lava, consuming an unthinkable amount of obsidian in the process.
And all of this...
Was just to tear open the barrier between two dimensions.
More specifically, it was for one man—Mordo.
"Sir, the passage is open!"
"We just detected a highly concentrated wave of demonic energy on Earth!"
"There's no mistake—it has to be Mordo’s location!"
Belasco’s eyes burned with intensity as he listened to his underling's report.
Clad in his battle-worn dimensional armor, he was armed to the teeth, his colossal sword strapped securely to his waist. He wasn’t taking any chances.
Not when facing someone like the Ancient One—a true celestial-level powerhouse.
"This time, we will not fail."
"No matter what... we will finish what was left undone centuries ago!"
"We will harvest enough human souls!"
"We will make Limbo the greatest hell dimension of all!"
"Limbo... will rise again!"
Belasco’s rallying cry echoed through the infernal plane, stirring the demonic legions into a frenzy. But deep down, he wasn’t truly concerned about Mordo. The sorcerer was just a mortal—a pawn in a much larger scheme.
No, this was the opportunity of a lifetime.
A reason—no, a justification—for Limbo’s invasion of Earth.
"Ancient One, Ancient One... you never expected this day to come, did you?"
Belasco flexed his armored gauntlet, revealing a jagged scar that marred his left forearm. A souvenir left by the Ancient One during his failed invasion centuries ago.
Now, it was time to return the favor.
Meanwhile, at the edge of Hell’s Border, the demons were mobilizing.
Luke, oblivious to the looming threat, arrived at the port Daredevil had mentioned.
"Didn’t you say Kingpin would be here himself?" Luke muttered, perched atop a warehouse rooftop, eyes scanning the bustling figures below.
Daredevil crouched beside him, head tilted, listening intently to the activity below.
"I hear a strong heartbeat. It’s gotta be Kingpin’s right-hand man, Bullseye."
"You can hear their heartbeats?" Luke asked, skeptical. He knew Daredevil had heightened senses, but this was pushing it.
"Being blind has its perks," Daredevil smirked.
Still, something was off. Their intel suggested Kingpin himself would be here, yet he was nowhere in sight—
"Wait a second."
Daredevil suddenly tensed.
In the distance, a jet-black, full-sized SUV rolled onto the scene.
It was massive, even larger than standard vehicles, exuding an air of dominance.
The car came to a halt.
A hulking figure squeezed out from within.
Bald head.
A physique that defied normal descriptions—not just fat, but an overwhelming mass of sheer power.
"That’s Kingpin," Daredevil confirmed.
"No kidding~" Luke scoffed. 'Like I wouldn’t recognize that body type.' he inwardly thought,
As Kingpin stepped forward, the warehouse workers instantly halted their tasks.
"Boss!" they shouted in unison.
"Keep working," Kingpin ordered, his tone calm but absolute. "The shipment must be ready before the Mexicans arrive."
"Yes, sir!" came the immediate response.
A man with a bullseye tattoo on his forehead approached Kingpin.
"Boss."
"What is it, Bullseye?" Kingpin asked, his cold gaze locking onto his enforcer.
"No trouble yet, but I’ve got a bad feeling. Could be like last time."
"You mean... Daredevil and the Punisher?"
At the mention of their names, a murderous glint flashed through Kingpin’s eyes.
"The Punisher’s not a concern for now. He’s not dead, but my men left him in pretty bad shape."
"As for Daredevil..."
Kingpin’s lips curled into a wicked grin.
"His fate will be decided soon enough."
His grin widened, dark and predatory.
"Whoever crosses me... will not live to regret it."
"What are we waiting for?"
"Why haven’t you made a move yet?"
Daredevil crouched on the rooftop, his masked face turned toward Luke with visible impatience.
Kingpin was already here, and the deal was about to go down.
So why were they still sitting back?
"We wait for everyone to arrive." Luke’s voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp. "This few people? Not enough blood."
Daredevil’s frown deepened, but before he could press further, movement near the port caught their attention.
A speedboat arrived, carrying more men—Kingpin’s guests.
"That’s our cue," Luke muttered.
The two groups convened inside the warehouse.
From their vantage point, Luke and Daredevil could now see what was being traded: crates upon crates of advanced weaponry.
"Damn…" Luke’s eyes narrowed. "Those are Stark Tech weapons."
"Yeah," Daredevil confirmed, his voice steady.
"Stark stopped selling them, but last month, one of his storage sites was hit. This must be the stolen inventory."
Luke cracked his knuckles. "That means we can move."
Daredevil turned to him. "Right, let’s—"
Before he could finish, Luke had already leaped through the warehouse vent, dropping straight into the middle of the deal.
"Everything’s here. No doubts about Stark Industries’ quality, right?"
Laughter echoed in the warehouse.
The exchange was running smoothly—cash and jewelry were being traded for weapons without a hitch.
Then—
THUD!
Something heavy hit the ground between the two groups. Hard.
Kingpin and the other party froze, eyes wide as they stared at the figure now crouched between them.
"...Is this one of yours?" one of the other party's leaders asked.
"No," Kingpin replied, eyes narrowing.
The realization hit at the same time for both sides.
"Kill him!" Kingpin roared.
Guns were drawn, and in an instant, bullets sprayed across the warehouse.
The Mo faction hesitated only a moment before joining in, unwilling to let an unknown variable interfere with their deal.
Luke remained crouched, bullets whizzing past.
Then, in the blink of an eye, his form twisted into a shadow, darting across the warehouse like a living specter.
He wasn’t the fastest in terms of raw speed, but to those watching, he was nothing but a blur.
A nightmare.
One by one, men fell, their screams filling the air.
Luke’s strikes were precise—bones snapped, limbs twisted at unnatural angles.
He was holding back.
Barely.
As the last grunt hit the ground with a pained groan, Luke straightened, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the warm-up.
"Told you it was for your own good."
His gaze shifted to the only two left standing: Bullseye and Kingpin.
Kingpin’s expression was unreadable, leaning against his cane, exuding his usual air of power and control.
Bullseye, on the other hand, was visibly tense, twin throwing knives gripped tightly in his hands.
He twirled them, hesitated, then twirled them again—stalling.
"You," Kingpin finally spoke, his deep voice measured, "I don't even know who you are. Why are you doing this?"
Luke cracked his neck, eyes locked onto Bullseye. "Hold that thought. I’ll deal with him first."
Luke ignored Kingpin and walked straight toward Bullseye.
"Damn it!"
Bullseye’s jaw tightened as he realized there was no escape.
Gritting his teeth, he flicked two throwing knives with deadly precision, aiming straight for Luke’s eyes.
Clink! Clink!
Luke didn’t even flinch. The knives bounced harmlessly off his eyelids.
"Seriously? You think a couple of knives are gonna do what high-caliber bullets couldn’t?" Luke chuckled to himself before closing the distance.
With a swift motion, he slapped Bullseye hard enough to send him spinning through the air like a ragdoll before crashing to the ground.
"Alright, that’s one down…" Luke muttered, turning—
A sudden rush of air.
"Look out!"
Daredevil’s voice rang out as he scrambled onto a nearby platform.
He had barely caught his breath before he saw Kingpin launching a sneak attack at Luke from behind.
BOOM!
Despite his size, Kingpin moved with alarming speed, his punch sending Daredevil flying before he could even react.
He smashed into a shipping container several meters away, groaning as he hit the ground, blood dripping from his mouth.
Luke turned, frowning at the sight. "Wait, hold on… You took that hit for me?"
Daredevil coughed and spat blood.
"You’re bleeding all over the place. Should’ve saved it and given it to me later," Luke quipped, shaking his head.
Still, he appreciated the gesture. "Appreciate the hero move, but there was really no need,"
Then his gaze locked onto Kingpin.
"And you? You’re dead meat."
Kingpin smirked, unbuttoning his suit jacket and letting it fall.
Underneath, his massive frame wasn’t just fat—it was almost pure muscle.
"You think I got where I am just by sitting behind a desk?" Kingpin cracked his knuckles, stepping forward into a fighting stance.
Luke raised an eyebrow at the thick rolls of muscle. "Let me guess… sponsored by Michelin tires?"
Kingpin’s eyes flared with rage. "I’LL KILL YOU!"
He charged.
Luke grinned.
Finally, an opponent who could take a few hits.
He clenched his right fist, channeling half his strength into it.
BAM!
Their fists met mid-air with an earth-shaking impact.
A sickening crack echoed through the warehouse—Kingpin’s wrist twisted violently, bending at an unnatural angle.
But Luke wasn’t done.
His punch kept going.
CRACK!
His fist connected squarely with Kingpin’s gut.
The massive crime lord—easily over 400 pounds—was suddenly weightless.
He flew backward like a human cannonball, tearing through a row of shipping containers, leaving gaping holes in their steel walls before coming to a stop.
Luke rolled his shoulders. "Still breathing? Damn. You're a one tough bastard."
Kingpin groaned, barely conscious.
Luke sighed. "Alright, everyone still pretending to be dead? Time to get up."
He pulled out a small kit from his belt. "Here’s the deal: each of you gives me 800ml of blood, and in return… you get to leave with all your limbs intact. Sound fair?"
