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      Explicit
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      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      X-Men_Evolution, X-Men_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Lance_Alvers/Kitty_Pryde, Theadora_Deveraux/Pietro_Maximoff, Jean_Grey/
      Scott_Summers, Remy_LeBeau/Rogue, Amanda_Sefton/Kurt_Wagner, Elizabeth
      Deveraux/Amara_Aquillia
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      Pietro_Maximoff, Amara_Juliana_Olivia_Aquilla, Jean_Grey, Scott_Summers,
      Lance_Alvers, Kitty_Pryde, Rogue_(X-Men), Logan_(X-Men), Charles_Xavier,
      Evan_Daniels, Kurt_Wagner, Hank_McCoy, Ororo_Munroe, Bobby_Drake, Raven_|
      Mystique, Theadora_'Thea'_Deveraux, Elizabeth_'Eliza'_Deveraux,
      Aphrodite, Hestia, Athena, Artemis, Isis, Nephthys, Eris, Hecate, Hathor,
      Persephone, Kali, Melinoe, Hera
  Additional Tags:
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Goddesses, Sacrifice
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      Published: 2017-05-14 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3094
****** In the time of Gods and Monsters ******
by Quxxnrandomness
Summary
     When I was a young girl; my mother died and I was left to fend for
     myself on the streets of Salem among the drunken leers of men without
     hope or a purpose other than survival. But then I found out I had a
     half-sister; Eliza, and when her life and mine was threatened by a
     monster who preyed on the innocent; I found myself capable of
     extraordinary things. Suddenly I found myself capable of treading a
     fine line between the mortal world and the world of ancient deities.
     They called to me; asking for sacrifices in return for the usage of
     their mystic powers over nature and I knew that at that moment that
     my life would never be the same. Now; 300 years later we Deveraux
     sisters have been celebrating our victory over our greatest foe and
     after a few decades of decadence and wanton sin we've become bored of
     our immortal existence until a plea for help from an old friend Hank
     McCoy called for our presence at his master's Institute for Gifted
     Youngsters. They wish for tutors to create the world's next
     generation of heroes; and though we know the danger of exposing
     ourselves to outsiders, we may have just found a new purpose; to find
     the home we've been looking for all along.
***** Survival *****
               X-men_Evolution:_In_the_time_of_Gods_and_Monsters
          Translations:_Merde_(Shit), Baise_ma_vie_(Fuck_my_life!), 
There are three things in my life that has always been constant.
   1. My indescribable involuntary attraction to danger and evil which seems to
      follow me around like a fog.
   2. My hatred for the monster who destroyed everything good in my life from
      my innocence to any good left in my soul.
   3. My undying love for my sister, who's every wish and desire seems to have
      become my purpose in life. 
There has never been a time in my life that I haven't been forced to retreat
from the forces that
"Merde!" This cannot be happening.
All I wanted to do was get out of town before 
“Merde...” Thea cursed quietly to herself in her typical upper class french
accent as she used the flashlight of her dying cellphone to see the tire of the
family mint green vintage hippy Volkswagen in the dark. She let out a heavy
sigh as she looked at her surroundings. Just what they needed... a flat tire in
the middle of nowhere. Somewhere a mile back she had accidentally driven over a
broken bottle and had punctured the damn thing beyond reasonable mortal repair.
Thankfully, she was no mortal so fixing the puncture would be possible but
considering she would have to then preform an air spell to re-inflate the damn
thing and the unholiness of this particular stretch of road that would take
time they didn't have and create a scent that evil could follow along this
godforsaken county. This particular stretch of road had quite a few accidents
over the last few decades with more than a couple fatalities and murder sprees
so any light magic like an object mending spell would attract those tortured
souls and with it all sorts of evil. Therefore; the mortal route had to be '
She considered taking out the spare from the back of the van but given she had
little experience with mechanics and changing a spare that would be challenging
not to mention even if she knew how to change one, she couldn't see well enough
to do anything with it anyway. It was a 
 
Normally she would just ask her brother, but he was out cold so he wouldn't be
any help in using his magic to attend to the problem until he woke up from his
sugar coma. She tried to use her phone to search for a towing company but there
was no signal and given the time she wasn't quite sure if the local towers
would be up right now so it seemed there was nothing she could do.
 
 
“Just perfect ... Baise ma vie!” Thea cursed again as she got back into the
van, decidedly annoyed beyond all belief, so she wasn't just standing outside
in the dark looking like serial-killer bait. She would just have to wait until
Alex woke up so he could deal with it; after all it was his turn to start
driving and he was the one with the levitation spell. They had agreed before
packing up that they would share the drive time equally as they drove towards
their new school but Alex, like the lazy arse he was, began to fall asleep just
half way through his turn so she had to take over before they crashed into a
telephone pole in his lethargic state. She shouldn't take it out on him though;
he had been working a pretty complicated spell before they started the trip in
order to magically extending their respective escape bags so that they could
both store all their stuff without the hassle of massive moving boxes and
finding the end of a scotch tape. It also didn't help that the two siblings
were massively materialistic in terms of clothes since despite the fact that
Thea didn't really spend much time above sea level - she still had to come out
of the water some time or another to attend functions alongside her currently
comatose brother. The two had managed to find employment opportunities when
they first moved to California about twenty years ago thanks to Alex's handy
illusion spells which made them look older than what they really were. He had
his job handling trade exchanges for West Coast based corporations while she
preferred the quiet life of a best selling novelist with her main character;
Rosalie Labonair, an art thief with a scandalous past who was partly inspired
by herself in the early part of the 20th century. He handled the world's
richest 1% and she wrote about robbing the world's richest 1%; it worked for
them. Thankfully they had managed to perfect the art of creating false
identities by then and were comfortably well off enough not to lose too much
sleep over their own expenses that was mainly created by Alex's un-
abiding appetite for sugary snacks, Thea's Disney obsession and their joint
love of expensive couture. 
Speaking of sleep;Thea began to debate whether or not she should let down her
guard enough to sleep till sunrise so that she could regain the energy she had
lost crossing over the Atlantic. She wouldn't be able to completely fall asleep
because of her current land locked state but maybe a small nap would suffice?
No, she couldn't just fall prey to her exhaustion and leave them potentially
open to the Witch-finder's attack. That sadist had been buried under a 
 
so she instead quickly pulled up his blanket so he wouldn't get cold. Hopefully
they could get to New Hampshire tomorrow; but until then she would just take a
picture of her dumb brother drooling and use it to embarrass him later on. She
should have known this would happen and should have checked the tires at the
last rest stop; but at least the van had petrol and they had packed snacks and
blankets so they could wait it out in case there wasn't any help nearby. That
was the problem with small-town America; it was too damn large! Thea was used
to the chaotic but close networks of motorways in England and the wonderful
power of roundabouts; not the expanses of paved interstates and turn offs. She
wasn't even supposed to be driving given her age but since most of the planned
journey would be cross-country; they had decided to risk it considering she
drove overseas anyway.
Thea had been living in the family home in Brighton for the last few months
until she had been invited by a family friend, Hank McCoy, to enroll in his
friend's school for the gifted aka mutants. Well, enroll was a weak word - more
like coerced by her family into doing something more productive then sit around
and take up unhealthy habits like binge eating or smoking (which she both quit
right away as A) smoking is grossly overrated as its gross for your teeth and
smells terrible and B) Thea was not about to increase her already packed
exercise routine in order to get rid of those calories. She may gorge sometimes
on a cheeseburger from McDonald's or a packet of chips so she could make her
favorite chip butty but more than not - she grossly regretted it after having
to give up lazy weekend mornings for another go at shifting her weight back to
what it should be. So she may have a problem with counting up her calories and
making sure she never went over the sugar and fat limit by introducing a series
of strange magazine diets; everyone has their weaknesses.
She had been living in the Deveraux home for too long anyway; recovering from
the memories of a life she rather never return to with a man who turned out to
never love or respect her at all. Luke had tried to contact her many times
during her stay there, trying to convince her to come back but she knew she
would never respect herself again if she caved to read his hollow words again
and so she never replied. She still felt traces of that fateful night when she
last saw her ex as they grated at her insides and boiled in her gut but the
vague memories of blood on her hands was the worse. She had once thought that
Luke was her moon and stars and was fully capable of enduring what he had been
putting her through in the last couple of years; but that all changed when he
came back to the house that day. She remembered little of what caused his ire,
focusing instead on trying to protect her unborn child that had been resting
within her womb from him until he started getting violent again. She remembered
the blows to her slightly rounded stomach, the smallest of bumps that had
before caused her so much joy and happiness till blood started to flow between
her legs. She was just thankful that the neighbor had thought to call the
police or else she would have died from the assault; as well as the kind blonde
police officer who recognized the marks around her body and had protected her
from her ex's attempts to force her to hide the true cause of the miscarriage.
Miscarriage. Such a strange word really; a word that Thea always associated
with the Cinderella story and that ridiculous pumpkin carriage of hers and not
with the horror of looking down at her stomach and finding no trace of the life
that had yet to even begin. She hated Luke for it; forcing her parents and
Blake to help her put him down for good in the deepest, darkest, scariest
prison she could find and bury him in it in revenge. He wrote to her
constantly, which was fine for Thea as it always felt so satisfying to have her
brother burn them with all his might. All she wanted now was to get to this
special school of witchcraft and mutants and completely forget the whole
ordeal.
 
Coming back to the present; Thea started to think of a plan to get out of this
current flat tire predicament so she could do just that. However, her thoughts
were interrupted by the roaring sound of a motorcycle approaching, the
headlight glaring through her window. She swallowed thickly as it stopped off
to the side of the road, a few feet from her car. The motorcyclist got off the
bike and approached, carrying a flashlight. Panic ran through her blood as she
realized it was just a cop, so she quickly climbed into the back while she was
out of his view so she didn't seem to have been driving. As she began the
pretense of gathering a book from the boxes of belongings that was being hauled
in the back of the van; the officer approached the van before tapped on the
window in order to get her attention. Thea quickly climbed into the front as
she quickly rolled the window down as she fixed the most innocent look on her
face as she could. “Everything alright, mam?” the officer asked as he shined
his torch into the van, which was slightly out of sorts considering all the
boxes and the sibling's lack of order in regard to packing and cleaning out the
van.
Thea looked at the police officer, scanning him quickly to make sure he wasn't
some weirdo dressed up as a cop in order to take advantage of a female driver
in distress. Seeing that he was legit enough; she replied, a nervous tick
hastily concealed in her voice. “Yeah I'm fine, officer. Just got a flat tire
and waiting till morning so that we can get a mechanic down to help out!"
“Ah, tough luck. Well, do you have a spare in the trunk and maybe jack and a
wrench? I can change it for you so you can go on your way?" the officer kindly
offered, his baby faced cheeks placing him as a rookie on the force who'd
probably be thinking that he could become a kind of Prince Charming to a lady
in distress. Thea didn't mind; she had no experience in mechanics and the less
she seemed to act like a driver - the more he wouldn't suspect she had been
illegally travelling while a minor because she didn't want to get Blake into
trouble just after reuniting with him so quickly.
“Oh, uh yeah, I do.” This wouldn't be the first time the family's Volkswagen
needed a tire change over the last few years and it certainly wouldn't be the
last. Although normally Blake changed it for her before he lectured and blamed
her for driving over potholes;the damn idiot would have married the van if it
was allowed. And he never liked to show her how to do it herself; she figured
it was because he was so protective of the van that allowing her near it was
like inviting her to blow it up. Though to be honest, he had a point
considering she had accidentally destroyed two different cars during the time
she had gained her license in England. The first was because she accidentally
backed into a wall and scratched the car to hell when it turned out the wall
was reinforced with barbed wire to stop the local lads from climbing it. The
second was not her fault, though, 
“Alright, I can have it changed in no time so you can be on your way.” Emma.
didn't really know if she should be grateful that he was trying to help her, or
worried. She was a bit of both either way as she got out of her car and opened
her trunk. She held the flashlight, shining it in his view as he replaced the
damaged tire with a doughnut. Putting the flat tire in her trunk and closing it
in, he took the flashlight back as she handed it to him.
“Thank you,” she said with a small smile.
“Not a problem. You must be new in town. I would have recognized a girl like
you if I saw one,” he said with a smirk. Was he seriously flirting with her?
“No, I'm just passing through,” she replied tentatively.
“Well, if you need a place to crash for the night, there's a bed and breakfast
in town just a couple miles east. There's also an mechanic shop not too far
from there.”
“Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.”
“Not a problem,” he assured her, reaching into his pocket to retrieve what
appeared to be a business card. “The name's August Booth, if you decide to stay
and you need anything, don't hesitate to call.”
With a nod and a half-smile, she took the card and scanned it, seeing that he
was the town sheriff.
“Have a good night.”
“You too.”
She didn't even wait for him to take off on his motorcycle before she pulled
out onto the road and left. She started yawning soon enough and she hadn't
really planned on staying, but perhaps one night wouldn't hurt. She longed for
an actual bed instead of her car, anyway.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
                      X-men_Evolution:_The Great_Humanist
London, Great Britain, 2014
"Fifty grand is a lot of money, Miss Brown, and Mr. Ramsford is getting
impatient. But I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna make you a little
business proposition; I'm gonna give you a chance to lower your debt a little
and see where it goes from there by doing a little thing for me. All you got to
do is take your clothes off and come and sit on my lap and I may give you my
favor in helping settling your substantial debt. Hurry up girl, it's not as if
everyone in your situation doesn't do it!"  The enforcer spoke from his
position, sitting arrogantly 
 
I cringed at his proposition but seeing as if I was facing down a group of
Rammy's enforcers I didn't respond in my normal 'fuck you' attitude but instead
chose to be more calmer in such a dangerous situation as this. Hello; my name
is Thea Deveraux (pronounced dev-er-oh) and the first thing you have to know
about me is that I am no saint and the second thing is that I move around a
lot. It's not by choice; I'm being hunted by someone you really don't want to
meet. I accidentally attracted his attention in Salem a long time ago, when the
Americas were a colonial backwater with little to no civilization in sight, at
the fragile age of Fourteen. He was the one to try and tempt me into a life of
prostitution and sin; though it seems now that he didn't have to do too much to
send me over that moral edge. Time seems to have done that for him.
Not that I didn't still go to Church; in fact I actually go every day or so for
mass and daily prayer as well as reading the bible at least once each month but
given the decades I have spent upon this earth - I had to give into a little
sin in order to survive and escape the clutches of my pursuer. However; I
always went to confession and paid up for my many sins for absolution from
various priests by saying as many hail marys I could. I did my best to survive 
At the moment; I live in London but I can't stay much longer because there's
always a chance he could find me again. Ever since that time when he tried to
get me to service him for the night, he had grown obsessed with me in a way
that I could describe as both in a loving, lustful way and a murderous, hateful
way. His hatred was born out of lust and his lust out of his hatred. I had
escaped his clutches that night by luck and the nun's bravery but no more than
four years later he tried again to force me to his will. By that time he had
developed his mutated powers as a way to prolong his life by drawing upon the
energy around him to give him eternal youth and powerful attacks that always
forced me from my many homes. I had also developed my abilities with the help
of a Romanian witch who had passed through the place I had been hiding from
him; giving me a slight edge that had kept me alive for so long despite
Jonathan's wishes otherwise.
"I shall
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