Mira Anand never expected to be a killer. Actually, she never wished to kill someone, even if she despised the person. She believed though in justice, karma.

And that's what she desired to do with Harrow. To make him pay for what he did. She was blinded by the grief and the pain that barely fit inside her heart. Sneaking into the vehicles of a desertic street where Harrow managed to kill multiple soldiers who tried to stand in his way.

Her breath hitched realizing how powerful he was, what she could do? Nothing. Mira was weak, had no skills in combat, while he was protected by a goddess. That still didn't stop her. Managed to grab a knife from one of the corpses lied on the ground, and hid behind the trucks that were stopped in the road, step by step getting closer to the target.

Her finger trembled while holding the cold blade, while her mind drifted away to Steven and Marc, to the pain that overwhelmed her chest and the immeasurable mourning.

-Mira! Don't do it!- She suddenly heard a groan next to her, but all she could see were dead corpses on the ground. She advanced, believing it was nothing. - Mira, Mir wait, I am the Goddess Taweret.-The womab widened her eyes at the corpse on the ground.

-You mean the Goddess Taweret?- Mira asked in schock, but believing the nonsense.

-I am talking to you through the dead, of course it's me.

-For Shiva's sake...-She muttered in pure amusement but also horror. -What are you doing here??

-Marc is telling for you to stop.

-But...he's dead...Steven and Marc are dead...you mean he will reincarnats in the future? Yes, I know-

-No, I mean really returning to life. But he needs Khonshu for that. You need to get his ushabiti and break it. It's in the Chamber of The Gods.

-Khonshu? You mean the God behind Marc's powers...? That's insane, how will I get there??

-You can be my avatar!- Taweret said through the body of the dead man on the ground in a positive tone.-Marc said wonderful things about you-

-Looks great and all but I learbed history, abd if there's one thing I've learbed is that gods aren't trustful, egyptian ones included. Nothing personal.-She made it clear. Mira glanced at Harrow's people about to leave.-Guess I'll just have to find a way myself.

And, hopping disguised into one of the trucka, she mixed between the crowd, attempting the rescue the ones she considered long gone. But never forgotten.

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Harrow's forces had invaded the Chamber of the Gods, and as much as Mira would love to meet each one of the egyptian gods and their avatars in person, a conflict and bigger goals were on the way.

Hidden in the shadows of the huge temple, she procceded in her search through those rock walls with small spaces reserved to many statues of multiple Gods imprisioned by the time.

-Okay...Khonshu...Khonshu...bird like creature...-She muttered as she scanned hee eyes through the small recipients to powerful forces of the universe. Her eyes landed at one of them.- Gotcha.-She grabbed the ushabiti in her hands, analyzing the impressice sculpture with many details. -Feels like a crime to brwak this, but...here we go...-She threw the figure on the ground, shattering it into pieces.

A magical mist assembled from the ashes in some sort of small thunder, gradually forming a figure of a bone shaped creature that resembled a bird in ancient clothing. The tall powerful creature made Mira jump for a monent, as if she had seen a ghost.

-What the fu-

-So it's you, Mira Anand. The protegieé of Lord Vishnu.-He lingered his "eyes" at the amulet hanging from her neck, the gift of her father she told Steven about back ago.

-And you are Khonshu, God of the Moon.-She mumbled still surprised.-I don't think I'll ever get used to this...

-I don't sense Marc Spector in this world.- His speech made her swallow dry in fear. His voice was quite terrifying, and his ominous appearence didn't help.-He died in fight, no doubt.

-Taweret said you can help him.-She said helpless.- Please, you need to bring him and Steven back, they fied fighting for your cause-

-If Marc is truly dead, I am in need of an avatar.-He interrupted. Mira's face only exposed her schock.-Would you, Mira Anand, protect the travelers of the night-

-What?! I told you they're dead and that's all youbcare about? An avatar?! You've got to be kidding me.-She exclaimed finally having enough.- I told that corpse gods weren't trustful and here we are. How do I mend this damn ushabiti..She started to catch the broken pieces on the ground filled with rage.

-You will never be able to win this fight alone.-Khonshu warned her, as she sreuggled to find out where each piece fit another.

-That's why we need them!-She shouted angry.

-Marc was in crisis over you.-He blamed her for it.- His lack of focus got him killed. You need a plan, little bug, you-

-Fuck off.-She pointed at him pissed.- And don't call me that.-She spoke through her teeth. -I might have no strentgh on my own but you have. We will fight against this threat, but I will never surrend to your powers.

Khonshu could see the determination in that woman, similar to Layla's. She would be perfect as an avatar, a true shame.

-We must rebind Ammit. Only an Avatar can do it.-He reassured.

She took a step foward and growled serious as never before, daring the God:

-Then bring them back, your stupid pigeon.

Offended, but admitting she was right, Khonshu disappeared within the air, about to reborn Marc Spector once again.

While the events that followed like Steven's freedom from the Duat, and uniting forces with Marc and Khonshu creating a real deal about their powers, Ammit continued to kill the avatars in the temple along Harrow, as Mira tried to hide drom the chaos, when she spot a man on the ground, about to die.

Risking her life in the middle of the fire and shootings of powers, she ran and helped him stand, dragging him to somewhere else, hoping to be safe.

-Are you the...that freed Khonshu...?-The man in suit mumbled, one of the avatars.

-Yeah, I guess.-She tried to find a way into the absence of light.- Can't you guys stop Ammit with your powers or something?

-We need...to imprison her... in a mortal form.

-And how do we do that?

-We need more avatars...

-Not that again!-She rolled her eyes annoyed.- Isn't there any other- The man started to slide through the wall and fall on the ground- Wait, wait, no, no, no!-He collapsed him on tbe grund. She tried helplessly to wake him up.-No, no, please...shit, no, don't leave me here...-She whimpered afraid as never before.

She was already on her knees on the ground, staring at those dark walls and breathing heavily, attempting to find strentgh, but she was terrified instead. Her heart beated loud in her chest, desperate and pulsing, the sound almost impossible to keep up with.

"Mira! Mira Anand!" Her mother's voice echoed through the huge house she tried to hide in. "MIRA!"

The little girl with dark hair cried quietly underneath the bed, violent sobs that shaked her whole body, a crescent panic growing inside her soul.

"mera chhota gahana (my little Jewel)" A calm voice wakened her from that torment, she could sed his brown sandals from  the spit she was, next to the bed. "Are you there, my dear?"

"Baba (Dad)..." The girl sobbed when she recognized his voice. The long bearded man with peaceful ocean eyes squated on the ground, breaking his heart to see her that way.

"Oh, Mira...I'm so sorry..." He whispered softly, holding her hand.

"Why is she so mean?" She frowned her eyes, the lips quivering.

"She thinks she is doing the best for you, my jewel...I will talk to her, I promise."

"I just ate a candy from my from my friend Sali..." The girl said, guilty from her innocent act.

"I know you meant no evil, sweetie...I will talk to your mother, I promise you...But first we need to wait for her to let her calm down."

Her father wasn't mean, neithe irresponsible, he did all he could in order to keep his family together, but he was just a poor man, saved financially by his wife's wealthy family, surrended to the vows, and if he tried to break free, or disobey from her rules,  she'd never let her see his kids evwr again. It was wicked, tragic, yet, there was nothing he could do.

His large hands took off the necklance around uis neck with a small silver piece scpted witha  fivure in it. "You see this?" He asked his daughter, putting the necklace o  her hands. "That's Lord Vishnu, he is the one who created and preserves our universe..." He explained slowly, drifting her thoughts away from the screams. "Whenever the world is threatened with evil, chaos, and destructive forces, Vishnu descends in the form of an avatar (incarnation) to restore the cosmic order, and protect dharma."

The girl held the cold artifact in her hands, amused ny her father stories. "Can he come save me now?"

"I'm not sure,mera chhota gahana...But you can always pray for him to protect us, even from afar." He held heua daughter's hands holding the amulet. "Close your eyes, Mira." The girl followed her instructions. "Focus only on him..have faith... and repeat it with me..."

"...Om Namo Bhagavate Vāsudevāya"

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Lightness, a huge glow that consumed her and her surroundings completely, a mystical voice guided her, embracing her body as a warm blanket in the cold.

"Mira Anand, daughter of Bhavik Anand. You proved yourself to be a loyal Vaishnava, earning my trust, and the gift to help you in this battle against the odds." The voice reverbated through her ears. The eyes watered at the majestic blue figure she dreamed of meeting some day. She dropped in her knees, worshipping the entity she was devoted for.

"I am not worth of your blessing, my Lord...I just need your mercy..."She whispered helpless.

"I watched you grow and bloom, Mira." The God lied in the poisonous and large serpent Sesha. "And I trust your faith enough to let you become my avatar in order to restore peace in the world and protect the dharma again." He standed his aems in the air, towards her direction. "Do you accept, serving your Lord, Mira Anand?"

Mira cried, but those were tears of joy, of grattitude, of certainty. She could feel a fire inside her lungs, a hope of sparklung flames since her childhood, lightned by the beloved fire and now increased by justice, erasing the traumas from the past by being seen and understood.

"It would be an honor, my Lord."

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T

he city of Cairo became the battlefield to a diel responsibel to change the fate of the universe. Ammif was twice gamigantic as before, swallowing the unbalaced souls as Arthur Harrow feeded her power in a lightning purple energy towards the sky victoriously.

The Moon Knight, however, didn't give up on the conflict. Awake from the ashes and stronger tham ever before, he engaged a fight with Ammit's avatar, while Khonshu, tried to stop the crocodile goddess, as the world collapsed into that doubtful destiny.

The magic cane in Harrow's hands glustened, thirsty to defeat the knight on the ground. He took an impulse,.lifting the object in the air, about to give it a last strike, when a powerful wind almost vanished him away, followed by a sudden pastel pink vision, wielding a golden mace in its' hands, spinning gracefully as it hit Harrow's face in such a formidable strentgh that threw him many meters away from distance.

Marc Spector, still in the Moon Knight suit, lifted his head and faced the vision of his savior, a majestic, sublime woman in a long golden detailed saree, the black hair tied into a braid, and her arms with many sparkling jewels. But the shiniest thing among them all, was her smile.

-Mira?

Before she could answer, Harrow tried to attack, as she spinned fastly and used the mace again to dodge his purple magical rays in her direction, allowing a huge breeze to push him away once again, now even further, crashing him into another residence.

With the mask down, now able to see his face, Marx smiled brightly, mesmerized, admired at her figure, running into her aems and holding her tight, afraid to let her go.

-Mira!-He exclaimed, savoring her lotus perfume, she almost looked like the flower actually.

-Marc...you're alive...!-She tried to assure the fact to herself,.so glad to be there, holding him.

-Oh baby...-Be cupped her cheeks, never so worried as that way before. -So glad you're okay-

-Me? Marc you were shot, you died, and you're worried about me?!

-I'd always be worried about you.-He whispered staring deeply into her eyes, trying to transfer all the passion inside her heart.-You are what matters most to me.

Before she could reply, Marc's suit suddenly shifted to a formal, white one she recognized immediatly. His expression changed to a softner, amused one.

-Steven?-She smiled at him.

-Wow you look amazing!-He grinned as an excited little boy. -Wait, is that...Kaumodaki?- He recognized the artifact.

-Exactly.-She nodded. He opened his mouth surprised.

-Does that mean-

Harrow's troupes returned with their leader, about to enter another fight, there wasn't time to loose.

-Hey I'm really jazzled about showing these new skillsets that we have.-Steven spoke thrilled.

-Oh yeah?- She smirked. -Okay, show me it, moon boy.

With a last smile to other another they advanced fastly into the battlefield, Steven dodging and attacking opponents as never beforex finally confident aboit his abilities. My God, that was hot, Mira immediatly thought. But ber thoughts were drifted away fastly as soon as she had to face with more adverseries, summoning and switching weapons in a sparkle of light, like the celestial bow Sharanga, wiping off all enemies on her way.

-How many damn weapons do you have?-Marc now was in control, changing to the original Moon Knight suit.

Mira chuckled as she kicked off an adversery out of the way.

-Wouldn't you like to know?- She smirked as she summoned the majestic Nandaka sword, and advanced witg Marc to fight against Harrow.

Bewteen dodges and attacks, Harrow punched Marc and threw him away as he crashed into a wall, concrete pieces and dust flying with the impact, as Mira felt the blood boil inside her veins.

-Don't you dare touch him.-She threatned between her teeth, entering a fencing duel between the magic cane and her sword.

In an attack of energy about to hit her, Steve Grant threw one of his weapons in Harrow's direction, taking Mira's hand and spinning her gracefully, puing her close, the back against his chest.

-I believe it's my turn now my lady.

-Take the lead, my lord.-She chuckled softly as they both attacked the powerful avatar.

In an evil attemtp to win, Harrow targeted an old man with a little girl, and Mira had a flash of life pass through her eyes. Made her choice in an instant heartbeat without thinking twice.

Before the purple magic could hit them, she shoved the father and daughter out of the way, falling on the ground, but able to see the grattitude in their eyes.

-shkran lika! (Thank you!) -The man shouted.

Mira smiled back, specially at the scared but now amused wide eyed gurl and gestured for them to.move out of the way, run from the war.

As she saved the innocents, Arthur Harrow used his magic in order to defeat the Moon Knight.

-Had Ammit been allowed to rule, young Randall's life would've been saved, your family would've been happy.-Arthur used Marc's weaknesses and traumas in the most horrible way to win the conflict.-She needed only one weed removed from the garden.-He groaned.-You.

Even attempting to break free or fight against his powers, Marc couldn't match against his strentgh. And, as Mira noticed that, she tried to run to him, but one of his gadgets stuck her to the ground, unable to move on purpose so she couldn't risk her life.

Brutally destroyed on the ground, Marc Psectoe coughed, reaching for air and his life's sake, as Ammit's avatar approached him slowly, savoring the moment of seeing him helpless. Khonshu was also being defeated by the goddess, and life seemed to pass in slow motion, in a tenebrous liss as he watched Harrow coming closer.

Other Ammit followers approached Mira, stuck on the ground, as she tries to dodge their attacks using the mace and the sword. Yet it still wasn't enough.

Harrow styck his cane just inside Marc's.chest, allowingAmmit to take his life in a sinister purple glow that grew inaide pf him as the knight agonized in pain. All he could do, was lift his head a hit, turning to to the right, and watching as the love of his life about to be killed by the fanatics that surrounded her.

It is hard to describe what exactly happened. Marc and Steven had no idea. While Mira...well, she was confused to say the least.

She remembers the speed, the violence, the praticity in the attacks and defenses. To how he freed himself from the cruel avatar and also managed to take down all the adverseries that were trying to kill her, luke in a bolt of light, almost unable to imagine.

The mask was down, revealing his face, as a carnage was now displayed on the ground, the breath still catching up inside his lungs.

Once he got rid of the shooters after her, he took her hand, in a hot, comforting, yet thrilling, exciting touch as never before:

-Finalmente (finally).- He let it out still breathless, and in a gentle, lovely mannerism, kissed the back of her hand softly, looking up at grinning like the devil.- Hola, mi amor. (Hello, my love). -He let her hand go as he heard harrow standing again, about to fight again. -Do me a favor, princesa (princess), si? Close your pretty eyes.

-What-

-Just do it, please.

-O-Okay....-Mira closed her eyes, and, trusting him blindly, she only listened to multiple groans and moans in pain, but those weren't from him. They were Harrow's.-Um...Marc...? Can I look now?

Marc Spector found himself kneelimg on the ground, with Harrow defeated, almost dead in his arms, holding his cane against his head. Mira looked finally, gasping at the scene.

The Moon Knight got up drom the ground, watchimg as all the opponents lied destroyed around him.

-Steven?-He asked.- That wasn't you, was it?

Steven took control of the body, even more terrified than Marc as he watched the chaos:

-Not a chance mate...-He quickly let Marc assume control again.

-Marc?-Mira questioned, approaching him.- Oh...wow...-She widened her eyes at the scene.- When you told me to close my eyes I didn't expect...this.

-What? Close your eyes?-He asked confused.

-Don't you remember?-She questioned.

-I...I blacked out.-He spoke fragile.

Before they could speak further, they could see from afat Ammit dragging Khonshu's defeated body.

-Shit. Get Harrow, I think I know hiw to stop her.-Mira said, and quickly they put the plan into action.

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Back into the Chamber of the Gods, now with the avatar lied on a risk as some sort of pedestal, Mira didn't waste time.

-The power of this room will help us bind Ammit to Harrow's body.-She declared. -Quick, grab my hand so we can start the spell.

Uniting handa and chanting in an acient egyptian language, a glow was formed between them, lightning each of the god's sculptures and the amulet on Mira's neck. It was an overwhelming, trembling and heated energy that burned inside their thorats.

Between growls of a croxodile and compulsions of a defeated man, Ammit's was dragged into Harrow's body into a creepy possession:

-You can never contain me, I'll never stop.-He spoke in an inhuman tone with wide bloodshot eyes.

Once done with the spell, Khonshu reappeared by their side. Already seeking his fist of justice.

-Finish it.-He demanded-Leave neither of them alive.

Taking one of his weapons and gripping into the collar of Harrow's clothes, Madc prepared to execute the man.

-Marc no! Don't do it!-Mira shouted. -You are not a killer!

-Don't listen to her.-Khonshu demanded. -As long he is alive, Ammit will also be.

-Don't listen to him!-Mira retorted. -Harrow was manipulated by Ammit just as you are by Khonshu. This isn't justice, it's only murder!

-I have to do this, or I'll never be free.-He was aboit to strike the man.

-Marc!-Mira shouted lastly.-Steven!-They looked at her, with a surrended glance.- You have a choice. You are free.-She muttered. -We will find it together. This isn't the way to do it.

-The choice is vengeance, we cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.

-Now you sound just like her.-Marc muttered racionalizing, as he quickly dropped Harrow back on the ground.- You want them dead...-He threw the moon shaped weapon on the ground.-...do it yourself.

There was a silent, tense pause in the air:

-As you wish.-Khonshu declared, and vanished away as dust in the air again, just as Marc's powers in a white glow that consumed them.

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Everyday I wake up, then I start to break up, lonely is a man without love

The sight blurred, adjusting it slowly, feeling the warm aheets and kistening to the music playing in the background. Tickles across his chest ny two narrowed fingers, as he adjusted his sight turning his head to the vision besides him.

-Good morning, Steven.-Mira Ananad smiled, as she used the tip of her fingers as a tiny person walking across his chest. He sighed, completely in love with that woman, unable to say how he was worth of being by her side.

-Good morning, darling.-He chuckled softly, realizing for the first time that it wasn't a dream, and that reality actually seemes great.

-Is he awake too?-She asked, her hair was a dense, dark mess that adorned her shoulders. He just then realized that she wore a gown, my God, a silky and thin red gown. She would kill him that way.

"Yes, I am, now let me take the body Steven." Marc hushed.

-No.-Steven replied, she chuckled.

-You know you're a terrible liar, right?-She pulled him close by the chin, whispering softly in a hot breath. -I can see right through you, Steven Grant.

-That's why I love you.

She kissed his lips into a short, yet tender, soft kiss that made him melt completely. Having her by his side was a blessing, and he'd always be grateful to meet her at that museum. Always.

-Now, can I say good morning to him?-She asked, still finding funny how Steven could be cheesy in sharing.

He tilted his head, a bit unwillingly, but allowed it. She instantly could notice the difference when a more relaxed, playful expression took over.

-Mornin' babe.-He pulled her close to another kiss, a more intense, yet passionate woman.

He loved Mira. Loved with his whole soul. And even knowing about his past, his traumas and the hell inside his mind, she chose to stay, to love him, to care for him.

She pulled apart with a smile.

-Still didn't have enough from last night?-She chuckled.

-...Last night...?-He asked confused.

-You know, last night...-Her hands ided seductively tbrough his chest.- When you filled the bed with roses, with Ricardo Arjona playing in the background. We talked, frank tequila and...-She looked down at his body, delicately blinking her eyelids.- That was you, wasn't it?-She knew that approach could never be Steven's, she was romantic, but more delicate. Last night was...passionate, rough, as if her whole body would be consumed in flames. Marc a d her never had a night together, so she could only assume that was him. -By the way, you loon so hot when speaking in spanish.

But he didn't remember a single thing. Nothinf at all. Like it was a blackout. And, trying not to overthink about it, blamed the "tequila" she talkes about. Maybe the alcohool blocked his memories. Couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated. He couldn't remember their first time together? No. He had to make it up from that, and now.

-Well, I don't know if I can guarantee myself in spanish, but...-He wraapped his arms around her body and rolled to stay on top of her.- There are other things I can.

-Do you?-She smirked already knowing where this was leading to.

-Yeah...-He whispered softly at her ear. -Many things..

-Such as?

-Loving you.-He spoke, she glanced at him blushing, but glad to hear him say it. -And I cam you show you it.

-Show me, then.-She let her lips sink into hers beautifully, as their bodues touched and handa explored, heating a fire inside their bodies for one another.-Hey..

He looked up, after removing her clithes and sighing by how gorgeous she was.

-Hey...

Her hands caressed his nale, specially the back hair strands, as she stared sweetly into his eyes. She loved Marc, she loved Stephen, and soon, she would love the other one ahe didn't expect, yet needed by her side.

Mira Anand found herself broken when arriving in London, just as Marc Spector did when he bumped into her at that musem. And yet, they could mend each other's broken pieces, mixing their porcelain and creating a new different anad astonishing work of art.

-I love you.-She whispered. -I love all of you.

And, as three heartbeats for the same woman, he smiled, smile warmingly, emotional, finally able to breatb right and live, assuring himself that someone appreciated his existence and loved him for who he really was. And that was enough.

Their love would always be beyond enough.