X-Force: Beyond Omega

A rift of pure energy split across the ruined skyline. From its depths, Aron stepped forward, his form bathed in an ethereal glow. His Phoenix wings spread wide, massive, and radiant, stretching across the morning sky like a second sun. 

Silence.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, there was nothing but absolute silence. No explosions. No screams. No war cries. The battlefield was empty.

Aron hovered alone at the center of what was once Genosha, his golden irises flickering as he took in the devastation around him. The island was utterly unrecognizable—reality had been bent, twisted beyond comprehension. The very land had fractured beneath the weight of their cosmic battle, entire sections of the island floating aimlessly in the air, suspended in the remnants of dimensional rifts. The once-thriving nation had been reduced to an apocalyptic wasteland, with nothing but shattered ruins and scorched earth stretching as far as the eye could see.

'Wow! This is pretty messed up, well...'

He exhaled slowly, raising his palm.

Then, he rewrote the reality.

A pulse of cosmic energy erupted from his fingertips, spreading outward like a supernova. Space bent, time flickered, and matter rearranged itself at his command. The very foundations of Genosha trembled as the land beneath him reformed, repairing itself from nothingness.

'Ok. Things are going great... Wait! What if I use reality manipulation and matter manipulation to create vibranium houses and other things? With the mixture of my power and vibranium, I can create something new and better. Time to try,' Aron thought with a smile. 

The cracks in reality sealed shut, the floating debris descending back into place as if guided by an unseen force. Roads pieced themselves back together, veins of molten rock cooling instantly into polished obsidian streets. Buildings rose from the ruins, their structures glowing with an otherworldly glow. Towering skyscrapers, sleek and seamless, materialized in the blink of an eye, stretching toward the sky. And yup, everything was made with vibranium. 

'Fuck yeah! It worked,' Aron smirked.

Next, the defenses.

Aron raised his other hand, summoning vast energy barriers around the perimeter of the island—shimmering walls of cosmic force, impenetrable to all but those he allowed entry. These were no mere shields; they were a living system, adapting to threats in real-time, repelling unwanted intruders while allowing free passage to those deemed allies.

"Time to test out Apocalypse's new power."

Aron had absorbed countless abilities, one of them being Apocalypse's ability to forge life from energy itself. With a thought, he willed them into existence: elemental automatons, guardians of Genosha.

Golems of molten rock, infused with lava, rose from the ground, their forms solidifying into massive titans of stone. Airborne constructs made of condensed wind and lightning took to the skies, their metallic exoskeletons crackling with power. Below them, aquatic sentinels emerged from the surrounding ocean, their forms shimmering like living water, merging seamlessly with the sea.

Each one stood at the ready, their glowing eyes scanning the horizon, awaiting commands.

Finally, the heart of the city.

Aron's gaze turned toward the central plaza, where once stood the remnants of a fallen kingdom. He extended his fingers, weaving together the final piece of his masterpiece.

A colossal, crystalline spire infused with boundless energy. It stood as a beacon, radiating a power that could be felt across the world by the mutants. It will guide them here if the outside world refuses to accept them. 

He hovered above his work, golden irises gleaming as he observed his creation. Genosha was no longer just a nation.

It was a fortress. A sanctuary. A kingdom.

Aron lowered his hands, his work complete. He let out a slow breath, surveying the world he had rebuilt in mere moments.

"Not bad," he muttered to himself, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Then, without turning around, he spoke.

"You all can come out now. I know you guys are here."

A soft hum of telekinetic energy rippled through the air as Jean Grey materialized behind him, her crimson locks damp from the earlier battle, her emerald gaze filled with disbelief. Behind her were Kitty, Jubilee and the others.

"You…" She couldn't help but chuckle a little. "You rebuilt an entire nation like it was nothing." She couldn't get used to the magnitude of reality bending Aron always does. 

Aron glanced at her, his wings folding slightly behind him. "Because it was nothing."

"Bloody hell…" Psylocke muttered, unable to look away. "You really don't do things halfway, do you?"

Logan let out a low whistle. "Ain't never seen nothin' like this before."

Storm took a step forward with a surprised expression. "Aron… Just... Wow!"

He turned to face them, spreading his arms slightly as if presenting his work.

"This," he said simply, "is Genosha reborn. A kingdom. A haven. A stronghold for our kind."

Wanda tilted her head. "A kingdom?"

Aron nodded. "A place where mutants won't just survive—they'll thrive. A place where no one can touch us."

Jean's jaw tightened. "And if the world doesn't accept it?"

Aron smirked.

"Then the world can try and stop me."

Silence fell over the group.

For better or worse, history had just been rewritten. The age of Genosha had begun.

Jean exhaled sharply, floating closer. "So what now? You've created a new Genosha, stronger than ever. What happens next?"

Aron cast his gaze over the reborn city, the glowing spires, the elementals standing at attention, and the air itself humming with new energy. "Now?" He tilted his head.

"Now, our kind should be free here and as for the leader's position, Storm can have it. I am too lazy to do paperwork and lead a nation. I will leave the hard work to you guys," He turned toward Storm and others. "What do you say, Storm? You ready to become the leader of this nation?" Aron asked.

Storm looked up at the man who saved their people, her blue eyes glowing with gratitude. Her body ached from the battle, but she knew the cost had been worth it. They had survived. Their people had survived. They freed them from Genosha's shackles. And now it was time to take the next big leap. She smiled.

"I would be honored to lead New Genosha," she replied, her voice carrying the same unwavering determination as her gaze.

Aron nodded and turned toward the others. "And you guys? Are you fine with her being the leader?"

"Hell yeah! Go Storm!" Jubilee cheered, a wide grin plastered on her face.

Kitty nodded, smiling as well. "She's perfect for the job."

Jean nodded in agreement. "Storm is strong, level-headed, and compassionate. I have no doubt that she will lead us to a better future."

Psylocke let out a sigh. "Finally. Someone with a bit of common sense."

Emma Frost pursed her lips. "I guess you'll do."

"I, too, think she will be a good leader," Cyclops added with a nod.

Logan gave a thumbs up. "You got my vote."

The others also agreed.

Storm smiled, feeling her heart warm at the sight of so many mutants coming together to support her. It reminded her why she fought so hard for them in the first place—not just because she believed they deserved to live freely, but also because she believed in the power of unity. 

Next, Aron put his plan into motion.

The world was ablaze with news of Genosha's rebirth. Every major news channel, every publication, every digital platform carried the same headline, spreading like wildfire across nations:

"GENOSHA LIBERATED: A NATION REBORN, A HERO LOST"

Broadcasts looped footage of the apocalyptic battle, the collapse of the old Genosha, and the sudden, inexplicable reconstruction of the island. Aerial shots displayed the once-ruined landscape now transformed into an advanced utopia—gleaming vibranium structures, roads shimmering with energy, and towering crystalline spires pulsing with unknown power.

The news anchors, in grave yet awe-filled tones, recounted the impossible events that had unfolded. One of them, Trish Tilby, stood before a massive screen displaying the reborn city as she addressed millions worldwide.

"Just days ago, Genosha was nothing more than a war-torn graveyard, a symbol of oppression and destruction. Now, it has been remade into something entirely new. Reports indicate that a single individual was responsible for the resurrection of this fallen nation: Aron."

Footage of Aron, his celestial wings radiating pure energy, played in the background. Clips of his battle against Apocalypse and the tyrants of Genosha repeated on loop, each display further solidifying his legend.

Tilby continued, her voice heavy with emotion. "However, in the final moments of battle, Aron made the ultimate sacrifice. Fighting alongside the X-Force, he engaged in a battle that shook the very fabric of reality. Though victorious, he perished in the conflict, ensuring that Genosha would rise again as a safe haven for mutants worldwide."

Another channel, CNN, featured an in-depth discussion with various experts and historians debating the implications of Genosha's rebirth.

"What we are seeing is not just the foundation of a new nation," said one commentator. "This is history being rewritten. Mutants have suffered for decades, but now they have a stronghold, a place where they are not just tolerated but empowered. And it was all made possible by Aron."

Elsewhere, in the heart of the reborn Genosha, Storm sat across from a journalist for an exclusive interview. The setting was surreal—a throne-like chair sculpted from vibranium stood behind her, towering windows revealing the vibrant city beyond. The journalist, a composed yet visibly intrigued woman, adjusted her microphone.

"Storm, first of all, let me say that the world is in shock. This… this is unprecedented. Genosha is no longer a symbol of suffering, but one of power. And you—you're at the helm. Tell us, what does this mean for mutantkind?"

Storm's eyes gleamed with quiet strength. "It means freedom. It means no mutant will ever have to beg for a place in a world that fears them. Genosha will be a sanctuary, a beacon to those who have been cast aside."

The journalist leaned forward. "There are those who fear what this new Genosha represents. Some governments have already voiced concerns about a mutant-controlled nation possessing this level of technology and power. How do you respond to them?"

Storm's expression didn't waver. "We did not build this to wage war. We built this because we refuse to be enslaved, hunted, or oppressed ever again. If the world sees that as a threat, then perhaps they should look inward and ask why."

The interviewer nodded, shifting the topic. "And what of Aron? The world knows his name, his power, and his sacrifice. He's being called a myth, a savior, even a god. How do you want him to be remembered?"

Storm exhaled, her gaze turning toward the horizon. "Not as a god. Not as a myth. But as a man who refused to let oppression stand. As a friend. As a warrior who gave everything to give us a future."

The screen cut to live coverage of a massive memorial being erected in the heart of the city—a towering golden statue of Aron, wings spread wide, standing tall above the central plaza. Beneath it, an inscription:

"ARON – THE PHOENIX WHO FELL, SO WE COULD RISE."

The world had heard the story. And the world would never forget.

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AN: End of Genosha Arc. Next, there will be a couple of dates and slice of life style chs before moving to Cassandra and Thanos.