Tony Stark Imagines

The Forgotten Story | Part 6

Summary: Finale of The Forgotten Story

Warnings: Mix of angst but then comfort, and lastly.. some more suspense and twists.

Word Count: 1,932

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"E-El Hombre.. is.. me?" I trembled at my feet. It's the same look, same features. Exactly, he looks like me.

"Of course. I already told you, Stark. You know me." He extends his hands, as a huge reveal to me.

In a flick of his fingers, his face changed into the same appearance I saw earlier with mom and dad. I looked at everything happening in shock and awe, and converted back. El Hombre was also him?

"Y-you were El Hombre this whole time too.. and how do you look like me?" I tilt my head.

"You're me.. I'm you.. and El Hombre was also me, which is you itself. What's the difference? You created me."

"I-I created you?"

"Of course.. when you made this reality, another presence from your soul created a figure, which was me. Like in every good has a dark side. Every light has darkness.. so it's me.. as you. Your own consciousness should have known about it too, Anthony."

I shook my head. "How can you be my consciousness.. when I never realised you existed within me?"

"What did you think, who could have been the cloaked figure that was.. following you all this time. Making a mess of your reality. Trying to explain who you really are. That was all me. How can you be so.. blind, Stark? I thought, your powers knew better than anyone else?" My other self smirked and chuckled.

I was growing more and more confused. This was going out of hand. He then started to walk around me, circling entirely. The amount of tension that created within me was so eerie yet curiosity covering it. Everything seemed so wrong.

"It was me, who became El Hombre de Hierro to your house, just to give you a warning. But, sadly. You didn't."

"What warning? I damn don't know about it too! Stop putting me in countless doubts and straight answer me. What do you want from me?"

"I want you to understand that this isn't the real you. Your powers were incorrectly forged. So, me as your guide, is trying to fix this error of your abilities. You are not a normal person, Stark. You're a sorcerer."

"I'm not a sorcerer! Neither I know any spells or tricks!"

"You ARE. This is chaos magic, Stark. And that makes you The Crimson Sorcerer."

The Crimson Sorcerer?

"Long ago, there was a wizard, who practiced spells that belonged to the Darkhold. The other wizards got to know about his keen interest in the field that they were preparing to banish his soul, so that the powers cannot create any more damage. But, before they could stop, it was too late. It's powers were the cause to distribute destruction, pain and grief among innocent lives. And that's what your abilities depend on."

He then points a finger to my heart.
"You are meant to give everyone suffering, Stark. The Crimson Sorcerer isn't born, but forged into the one who practices those spells."

"But I never practiced any spells like that. Why can't you understand me!"

"Because this reality YOU created, can also make others suffer. It has been created because of your sheer grief of loss and depression. The ones who enter the Hex, will also feel the same. They'll also face the same symptoms of your mental health and might die as their stability couldn't withstand it. Only the strongest of the strong, who understand you, can enter it. Otherwise, they'll suffer."