Chapter 16 – Hell Marches, Kingpin Arrives

The next morning, Aron woke up completely rested.

Sleep, clean and undisturbed.

Finally, a night without chaos, dimensional demons, or virtual rage quits.

"You can't carry bitterness to bed. Otherwise, even your sleep will suck."

In a cheerful mood, he stepped out of the house and greeted every neighbor he passed.

First impressions matter.

And now, in the eyes of everyone in the neighborhood, Aron looked like that modest, likable guy next door. The one always ready with a smile and good energy.

If he walked any slower, some of the older ladies would've already started offering their granddaughters.

Because aunties are aunties. Whether in Shanghai or Queens, they're always hunting for "decent young men."

After leaving the neighborhood, Aron stopped by a local diner for breakfast.

"Let's go, bread, coffee, and a plan for today..."

While eating, he sketched out the daily itinerary.

"How about I swing by the Avengers Tower?"

Unlike the classic crossers chasing power or rewriting history, Aron was more like a tourist. An observer. The type that doesn't poke around unless someone tugs on his sleeve.

And realistically, the Marvel universe without an invasion is a tourist's paradise.

"And even if the world collapses… Well, someone else will handle it. I've got hair to take care of."

According to the known MCU timeline, the Ancient One wouldn't die for at least another two years.

And as long as she was around, no one serious would cause chaos. Not Thanos, not Dormammu.

In other words, time for rest and fun.

"When I get bored of relaxing, I can always save the world. But not just yet."

At that moment, vibration.

The phone on the table rang.

Contact: "Croissant Horns" (Nickname for Daredevil, because of the small horns on his mask.)

"Hello, lawyer?"

"I found Kingpin."

On the other end, Matt's voice was serious.

"His Overlord gang is arranging a meeting with the Mexican cartel today, at a warehouse in Port Jefferson."

"Apparently, Kingpin is showing up in person. Must be something big."

Aron immediately remembered, Kingpin.

They still hadn't settled the score since the RPG incident.

"Got any numbers? How much money is changing hands?"

"I'm not sure. But if he's coming in person, it's definitely not under 10 million."

Silence.

"I'm coming."

Without hesitation, Aron ended the call, found a quiet alley, and opened a portal.

Avengers Tower could wait.

Millions couldn't.

WHOOM.

A fiery circle opened, and Aron stepped inside.

—

At that exact moment, less than a hundred meters from where he opened the portal.

The ground cracked.

A long fissure in the asphalt, the width of a van, opened like a wound.

Below, red glow and the thick stench of sulfur.

Hell breathed.

—

Within the dimension of Hell.

Tens of thousands of demons held together a massive magic circle.

It spanned areas across two lava rivers, thousands of runes, tons of obsidian.

All focused on one thing: breaching the barrier to Earth.

"Lord, the passage is stabilized!"

"Detected clean demonic energy on Earth, most likely coming from Mordo!"

In the center of the hall, on a throne of pure lava stone, sat Belath, Lord of the Soul Prison.

When he heard the report, his eyes sparkled.

"Perfect. Mordo is there."

What they didn't know?

Mordo never summoned anyone.

But to demons? That didn't matter.

Time to collect debts had come.

—

"Listen up!"

Belath's eyes lit up with hellish flames.

He was already in full battle gear, a massive black armor, forged in the abyss with lava, reinforced with magics forgotten since before time began.

On his waist hung a combat knife, more like a sword ten meters long.

This invasion wasn't just a show of force.

It was revenge.

The armor wasn't for the humans.

He wore it for the Ancient One, the only person in history to leave a scar on his left arm, a scar that still burned on his skin and pride.

"This time we go smart," he thundered.

"We're not just coming to track 'Mordo'. This is more than revenge. This is conquest."

"This time..."

"We will gather souls. Strengthen the border of Hell. We'll make this prison the most powerful dimension of all."

Belath knew, nothing happens without reason.

And right now he had the most important one: a signal of demonic power on Earth.

No more diplomacy.

No more deals.

The invasion begins.

—

On Earth.

At that moment, completely unaware of what was happening in the depths of Hell, Aron stood on the roof of a warehouse at the Port Jefferson docks.

"You said Kingpin would be here in person?"

Daredevil crouched beside him, ears strained, listening to every movement below.

"I hear a strong heartbeat… must be one of his top men."

Aron gave him a look.

"You can hear... heartbeats from this distance?"

"Blessing and curse," Matt shrugged. "Sometimes I wish I could turn them all off."

Then, silence.

Then, engine sounds.

A massive black SUV stopped in front of the warehouse.

Huge vehicle, tall chassis, armored, looked more like a tank than a car.

The door opened.

Kingpin stepped out.

Bald, broad, massive. He wasn't fat, he was pure raw power. He looked like a wall made of muscle and concrete.

Daredevil quietly said, "That's him. Wilson Fisk."

"Thanks, Sherlock. As if anyone could mistake him for someone else."

Everyone in the warehouse stopped working the moment they saw him.

No scrambling. No delays. Just silence and waiting for orders.

"Let's move, on your feet! The Mexicans have to finish the delivery ahead of schedule!"

"Yes, boss!"

One man, bald, with a tattoo of a target eye on the back of his skull, approached Kingpin.

"Boss, so far it's quiet. But if there's another raid like last time..."

"You mean Daredevil? Punisher?"

Something flashed in his eyes, nothing human.

"Frank Castle is incapacitated. Not dead, but close."

"And as for Daredevil..."

He paused.

"We'll have confirmation soon. Whoever was behind the attack on me… won't regret it. They won't be able to regret it."

Kingpin smiled. Wide. Bloody.

A smile that doesn't end with words.

It begins with a gun.

And ends with a beating.