“No,” Jean said. “They’ll call it family.”

She snapped her fingers. The cab dropped—but was caught in a telekinetic bubble Jean threw up without looking. Beside her, Beast crouched low, Wolverine’s claws slid out with their signature snikt , and Storm’s eyes went white with gathering lightning.

Madelyne stared at it. For one heartbeat, the Inferno paused. The goblins hesitated. The red sky flickered.

“No one usurped anything,” Jean said, her voice tight with that maddening compassion. “You were a clone. Created to replace me. That was never your fault.”

She caught his fist with one hand. The adamantium didn’t cut her palm. It rusted .

Here’s a short piece inspired by the X-Men comics, featuring the (Madelyne Pryor) in a tense confrontation with the X-Men. Title: Inheritance of Ashes

Storm didn’t wait. A lightning bolt cracked down—not at Madelyne, but around her, a cage of electricity.

She pressed a hand to her chest. Black veins of demonic energy pulsed beneath her skin. Limbo’s taint.