Morgan Ashby lay dead.

Her mind had unravelled and her physical health followed suit.

In a bid to wipe the memories of everyone, bring balance back to the relationship between Harriet, Cecil, Roman and herself. Before she and Cecil gave into their passion for one another. Harriet left for Scotland some time after the incident occurred, too upset to stay.

It hadn’t taken long for the final straw to break in Cecil’s mind, and what follows short could possible be placed on par with the Punishers adventures. He went to Roman's room in anger and sorrow, a shouting match occurring between them both Cecil shouted loud enough to kill the Georgian. Shredding him with a single word.

He found the black book not long after. Page after page of names and how to kill them.

Patrick was next to fall in a mid to calm Cecil down. He was launched through the wall of his room and had his head smashed in on the hard edge of the pool. Cecil stood firm, immune to his own abilities.

Niamh was naturally devastated. Her mind shattered, and in that moment she anchored towards Cecil, her crush billowing out of control.

Other people attempted to stop him and they were equally killed, even the Headmistress, Ororo Munroe.

With a smirk, Cecil left the Institute for another place, Niamh hanging from his arm the entire time. They made their way to Tian, engaged in a climactic battle that brought the country to its knees. The bridge was blown apart to fine dust and rubble. And the House of M followed suit, leaving Magneto dead alongside his children.

Sinisters empire began. Cementing his power over Europe quickly.

After much discussion Sinister gave Cecil a purpose. Strike out the weakness from other realities. Because why should this Sinister be the sole ruler?

And Cecil vacated his world for another through Darkmoor, Brawling with Captain Britain and taking from him a device that would help navigate the Multiverse.

Niamh and Cecil would soon land in a mirroring reality under the occupation of a Nazi king. Cecil stood before them and screamed, ending the thousand year reich before it’s infancy could even end.He soon struck down his counterpart, plunging a knife into his chest.

The next reality was different, containing a world where Mutantkind had barely started. The first X-Men were of the year twenty-twenty. They were struck down with little trouble, annihilated with ease. Xavier wept, the idea dying before it could start.

That was two down. A possibility infinite number remained. Who knew the next one would provide a challenge.

Our Reality, Earth 4023

Cecil Heron slid around in the kitchen listening to ABBA, the kettle boiled and the spoons tapped the counter between his fingers. He slid out of the kitchen along his socks and span, putting both feet down and out to the side in a triangle, arms above his head in a y shape.

“VOULEZ VOUS!” He sings, jumping forwards and clapping his hands. “AHA!”

He spins on the spot and starts swinging his hips, arm moving up and down across his chest disaongally. Back and forth repeatedly for a while before circling his arms over one another like lawnmower blades.

“TAKE IT NOW NOW OR LEAVE IT!”

He clicks his fingers and struts forwards, before grooving over to the sofa and jumping down onto it, singing along as he goes.

“Now is all we get! Nothing promised, no regreeeeeets.”

Scotland, Earth 4023

Cecil stood before Harriet's household, staring it down. With a smirk he walked along the gravel pathway towards the door. He knocked on it sharply and waited.

Harriet's mother opened the door and stared at him. She started up a string of insults but was immediately silenced by Cecil taking a step back and shouting. The house and its occupants were immediately annihilated by the force erupting forth from the mouth. He watched the remains for a moment and grinned wider as Harriet pulled herself from the rubble. She pulled herself to her feet and stared Cecil down, ready to strike.

A shadow warped and Cecill rolled his eyes.

In a matter of seconds all that stood before him was a shining Skeleton stripped clean of all that was once Harriet.

Cecil turned and looked up and down the street, arms wide out to his sides.

“THE BANNATYNES HAVE FALLEN. I SUGGEST YOU FIND NEW WAYS TO ENTERTAIN YOURSELVES.” He shouted, his voice his own. British and fulfilling. It demanded authority and got it. “Or I will come back.”

He smirked once again and bowed before the street, then started to walk away, knowing his next step. Wouldn’t be long before news spread of the devastation and its source. Next he just needed to find his counterpart… While Niamh, naturally kept herself close to him.

Cecils Apartment, the next morning.

A blank knocked on Cecils door in the early morning, before he had time to even scratch his arm and make a cup of tea. With a set of bed hair he makes his way to the door and opens it, immediately finding a blank from the Acolytes pushing a set of files into his chest before leaving.

A loving sticky note attached to the files from Jane told him one simple thing. ‘Deal with this.’

He shuts the door and opens the files. All it takes is the words ‘Bannatyne's dead’ for him to wake up very quickly.

He swallowed hard, and dropped to his knees.

“... Harriet?”

OOR: For anyone confused. A Cecil from another reality is an evil dick, kills the Harriet of this world and has killed two other of his counterparts. In comparison to the main Cecil who is your best friend. Post could be written better but eh.