Infinity Skittles

Alright, let's be honest. When I first heard from everyone about Anna, I thought that melting literally meant melting people.

"But who would've thought that she would be like the Human Torch!" Deadpool said as he was reading through some parchments which had squiggly sentences on it. "Back on Earth, such occurrences of people throwing fire around or burning people to death was not such a big deal. For people here to see these girls are witches... hmm."

"However, looking at the state of this world, it appears that they are not really developed. Shows that whoever is running the show aren't keen on using the witches to develop, or that they do not realize the potential of having such people," Deadpool coughed out loud as his head whirled, thinking of different scenarios and possibilities of why this world was not developed. "If they harnessed the power of these witches, or allow the witches to lead them, I am sure that they'll be a space-faring civilization in no time!"

Humming the theme of My Little Pony, he crushed the parchment he was reading and threw it to the fireplace where it obviously was reduced to ashes. (Man, Deadpool thought, the author must really need to hit that word count, no shit it was reduced to ashes - btw, this was extracted from the RTW chapter 5 paragraph 6)

As Deadpool was enjoying himself in his own world, the Assistant Minister Barov approached him, confused and said, "It's been done. The 'witch' was hanged at noon."

"Good job, President Snow with a shorter beard. Could anyone tell?" Deadpool asked as he grabbed another piece of parchment from the desk and starting writing.

Deadpool got someone replaced for Anna and paid off anyone who were involved when he brought her out. Initially, Barov had suggested to kill all of the witness to ensure total silence but for Deadpool, that was an amateur move.

"Listen here, big guy, if you kill them, you'll attract so much attention that even Death herself would come for you. Hmm... actually that would be a good idea. I haven't seen her in a while, my fine coffin breath princess," Deadpool said at the time.

Besides, why kill them when he could employ them into his service? Of course, he had his own plans when it comes to dealing with the Church.

Requesting all of the city's financial and accounting records for him to look over (he may have dropped out of high school, but Deadpool was a very smart person - he knew that two plus seven is four).

"What's the matter?" Deadpool asked as Barov paused after saying that he needed three days to prepare everything.

"Your Highness, why risk so much to save a witch? The Church passed the law to hunt them and even your father, his Majesty Wimbledon III, supports it," Barov stated blankly, thinking that harboring a witch was going against the natural order of things.

"Do you think that this sh..." Deadpool almost said 'shithole of a place'. "Do you think that this border town is a good place to live in?"

"Not really, Your Highness," Barov cannot connect the dots so he answered truthfully.

"It's fucking awful. Compare this town to Valencia or the Port of Clearwater, what are the odds of me winning against my siblings?"

The Assistant Minister's words was stuck at his throat.

"None. N, double A, N. None at all," Deadpool watched smilingly as Barov walked into his trap. "Thus, I chose another path, one that would even impress my father."

"That, and so that I could get home ASAP!" Deadpool thought to himself.

Deadpool knew that Barov was a politician and that they are one bunch of selfish sons of bitches. He knew that if he could sway Barov into supporting his cause against the Church, the position of the secular powers would increase and possibly, his own seat would gain more power.

In this world, everything the Church says goes. The world worked under the will of God. The Pope was the voice of God. If people found out that these people are nothing but scammers who mastered The Art of the Deal, the dominance of the Holy Church would be greatly undermined.

Telling Barov that his actions go against the Church would be so much easier to be believe than... well, him wanting to save witches for the sake of it. He knew that they were probably not evil (although he met some evil witches before - like that Volcana).

"Soon enough, the Church grip the possessions of my brothers and sisters with their slimy hand. With them calling the shots, who could do anything but submit to the church," Deadpool tried to reason further with Barov, in case his large head could comprehend the stuff he had been saying for the past five minutes. "But not me. I am sure that my father will see that I am someone who would not be suppressed by the Church and that I am exclusively my own king! His choice would be as clear as day."

Barov nodded as if he understood what Deadpool was saying. He knew that he could gain a good amount of things if Deadpool could really do what he said he could.

"If all goes as planned, I can become Wimbledon IV and could do you a favor and make you... Hand of the King."

***

Watching Barov leave, Deadpool sighed, refusing to believe that Barov actually took in the shit that he was spouting. He did not want to take over some Bumblebee III and become king. No. He could've become King of the World back on Earth but he did not do it (mainly due to the Avengers and the Illuminati going after him if he actually did) as he was a kind soul who minded his own business. He just wants to go home and snuggle up to Vanessa, who was probably masquerading around as Copycat again now that he disappeared.

As he summoned a maid to tell her to bring Anna the Teen Witch in, he sat back on his chair and begun to daydream.

"Wade Wilson."

A soft voice said from the corner of the room.

Huh? What the fuck.

Deadpool scrambled off his chair and picked up a pen from the table and pointed it at the corner.

It was a dark and small corner. Indeed it was. Deadpool remembered that there was a dog that peed in that corner earlier on but who cares. From it, a titan of a figure slowly swaggered out into the light.

He wore a blue jumpsuit which showed off his muscular figure, and it was covered with golden parts which appeared to be armor. That armor extended all the way to his head, when it neatly ended off where his eyebrows should be. His skin was purple and alongside his red eyes and ballsack-like chin, gave him outstanding looks, as if he was born to be a supervillain. On his left hand was a large golden glove which looked as if it was crafted by the gods themselves, and on them were 6 gems which reminded Deadpool of something... Infinity Skittles.

It was Thanos the Mad Titan.

"Hey, Thaney. Missing me already?"