Family reunion?

If Midori's glare could have caused Kerrigan to physically burst into flames, it would have. She had no right to call Viper 'Grandmother Ophelia', and, if judging by the look on Viper's face, she agreed as well. "Kerrigan, the woman you call 'Grandmother Ophelia' does not exist anymore, at least not in my personality. I have not given you permission to call me by that name and if you could refrain from doing so until I decide what I do want to be called, I would sincerely appreciate it." Even with Midori's children, Viper was simply 'grandmother'. The green haired woman gave Purgatori a look. She seemed the most likely candidate for teaching the children her birth name, since even Baal and Midori, if they knew it, they should also know that those two people and names were separated by time and events.

Viper frowned at what Purgatori had said. She most certainly wouldn't have tried to kill Baal a second time, not after learning the truth about her. Glancing back at the woman, she watched her shift into a human appearance, eyes widening slightly as it became oddly similar to looking in a mirror. Oh, Viper was quite familiar with women looking like her. Hell, the Pit Vipers she once employed were nothing but dopplegangers, rather convincing ones at that. But to see Baal look like her, it was quite unexpected. For a moment Viper was speechless, unsure how to react to the news that, at least in one universe, she wasn't crazy and that Jessica Drew really was her daughter. "She really does look like me…" she said softly.

Midori watched the reaction quietly, intrigued and astonished. For some reason she had never imagined that they would look so alike. The Jessica she knew had different features, plus she clearly had a different life than Baal. Midori and her mother looked enough alike to tell they were mother and daughter, but this resemblance? Were she younger and more brash, she would have claimed Baal had used a device or magic to look that much like Viper.

The moment of awe was soon broken by Bob's girlish scream. Viper whipped her head around in time to see the agent knock himself out. "What the hell is he doing here? How is he even alive?!" Last time Viper had seen him, Bob was running for his life to the docks of Madripoor, thinking a boat could be his salvation from Ultron. Midori looked a bit disgusted at the man as she stepped over him, following the group towards the training room. The Bob in her world hadn't last long in the ranks of HYDRA. Whether he was killed or simply thrown out, she wasn't sure, but she vaguely recalled an agent like him when she was young.

Viper raised an eyebrow at whatever it was that was pounding on the door. This day was just full of more and more surprises. "All right, let's see what you have created, Baal."

"Child of violence and disorder? That could refer to any one of us in this room, Purgatori," Midori told the woman. "But if you were wondering, I was not about to start anything with her. I'm just not used to other people using that name for my mother." Any time she had heard her mother or her father say that name, it had always seemed special. Midori's father would whisper it, as if keeping it secret. He would hold her mother close and she would smile and laugh, a completely different woman in private than she was in public. The name Ophelia almost had a devout undertone to it, like it was sacred, and to Midori, perhaps it was, since not many people in her universe knew it was Viper's real name.

She made no comment about how and why Baal looked like Viper when she was human. Perhaps the Viper on that world had done some sort of genetic experimentation in order to get pregnant or something. Midori knew how much of a fascination Viper had with science, so anything was possible. And, if she wanted to be honest, Midori found a few flaws in Baal's appearance, so they were quite twins as Purgatori had said.

The beast was quite a sight to see. Hulking and muscle bound, with glowing eyes and an odd shaped head. Intimidating to say the least, but Midori wasn't exactly sure of it's purpose. "You created that as a hobby? How large will it get and what do it do exactly?" she asked, intrigued by the specimen.

“That is how you grew up and was taught. Her father is the god of violence and disorder that’s a huge difference. And I’m pretty damn sure you don’t have the same father.” Purgatori told her though she doubted Midori knew who that was. Not many knew the Egyptian gods very well which was a useful thing at times. “It’s bound to happen people know Viper’s real name.” Can’t get mad over something that also belongs to a woman in this universe as well as two other’s.

“He wasn’t any different in my universe although he ignored me for the most part. Spent all my time with my mother or outside until I got sick from the uranium around our home. That’s when he put me in the genetic accelerator and my mother left him after that. Stayed in that thing for sixty some odd years until I woke up and crossed paths with Otto Vermis.” Baal explained what of her past she either remembered herself or was told by her own mother.

“This was an accident that happened before I was born. My mother was hit by a beam while pregnant it infused me with her DNA. No one realized it until I was older.” Nothing could have been done about it so she just had to live with it until she decided to go demon again. “That’s why there isn’t any sign of my father within me.”

Years before, Midori would have thought the description of Kerrigan's father to be a brag, but knowing what she did now, she knew it was the truth, or close enough to it. "No, we do not have the same father. Mine is mortal, though and honorable man." She knew better than to comment on anyone else's parents. "People used to not know it. But you're right, people know her real name, just as I am sure people know yours. I doubt your mother gave you the name of Purgatori."

Viper listened to Baal's origin, nodding at the parts she recognized from her world's Jessica. "You seem to share a bit with the one I knew. Not everything, but just enough." The gene splicing and DNA infusion made sense as to why she looked so much like Viper.

The green haired woman shook her head as Baal continued to be as she always was towards Midori who frowned as her repeated diplomatic efforts were shot down. What would she have to do to get on Baal's good side? "You're letting my would-be daughter perform dangerous experiments that may not work in order to see if they make monsters?" Viper asked Purgatori, not quite happy but also not quite surprised by this. The red woman often had an odd view on how disposable people were.

That view seemed to have rubbed off on Baal. Both women watched as she killed Bob, and both felt rather indifferent as he died. The man had been a poor HYDRA agent. He wasn't worthy to exist in the organization. At the very most, Viper wondered how he had survived Purgatori's wrath for so long. "You honestly think that he's worth becoming one of your creations?" Midori asked, not quite understanding why the hell Baal would use the worthless man's corpse for anything other than worm food.

"In the name of God, now I know what it feels like to be God," Viper said, finishing the famous Frankenstein quote that Purgatori had inadvertently begun. She looked up at the now taller creature, taking a step back and wondering what its capabilities were.

"I'm sure you had a hand in killing those who are dead," Midori said. When she had discovered that Viper had a new bedmate, Midori had inquired a little bit about her, mainly because she was also an ally to Circe and the other gods. Knowledge was indeed power, and though Circe had never used her as a spy against the other gods, Midori did gather information on occasion. So she did know a bit about Purgatori's tendencies. She was very much like Viper in that regard. Neither suffered people to live long after betrayal occurred. "Supposed to be married? Did he back out at the last moment or did something else happen?" she asked, intrigued to learn that she had been betrothed to him.

"Yes, that is the purpose of science and experimentation, but the purpose of having lackeys is so the important people are not harmed when said experiment either blows up or decides to eat all the people in the room." Clearly Viper had experience with both such occurrences. But Purgatori did have a point. Saying no to Jessica, whether the person was a parent, team member, or enemy always resulted in the same thing; she did what she liked and often hit the opposing person with a venom blast to the face. Or, when her powers weren't working, she would simply punch them.

Both Midori and Viper stopped what they were doing and thinking when Baal told them who the first monster was. Strucker? And not only was he huge but he could breathe fire? Viper, not surprisingly, backed away from the creature now that she knew this and quickly followed Baal into the lab. "Does he still retain his memories from his past life? I would hope not since I do believe he would blame all three f us for his death." Strucker had a tendency to 'clean house' if things weren't making him happy. Yes, Viper was a god now, but still, that thing back there? For all she knew, it could kill a god.

Midori and Viper both watched the procedure begin on Bob's corpse, keeping quiet all the while. But they retained their silence for an entirely different reason when Baal revealed the cosmic cube as her power source. "It… you retrieved it from the Red skull's lair?" Viper finally managed to ask. How else could she have come into possession of such a thing? Surely the Angelus wouldn't have just given her such a powerful object. It had to have been there when the world was remade.

The green haired goddess looked back at Purgatori. "Why haven't you used this for any other purpose? You could remake the world in your image." Midori, meanwhile, was having a very bad feeling about all of this. Perhaps, she thought, she had overstayed her welcome and should leave.

Well, Purgatori was right in that regard. If Lucifer paid attention to every little ass-shaking done for him, a whole lot of people would be dragged down into hell. But killing the entire population of a city in his name? Unless it was a huge city, a famous one, or it was a long enough time ago for Purgatori's little genocide to actually make a dent in the population, Midori doubted that was all she did. Perhaps condemning the souls or destroying not only its people, but the buildings, desecrating any holy sites, and salting the earth as well. That most certainly would get the attention of any god. But then again, it could have been a slow day and Lucifer was bored. As she finished her story, Midori came to the conclusion that it was a little bit of all those things. Purgatori simply wanted power and she would do whatever it took to get it.

"I have no need for such a device. Besides, if I took it, actually managing to get past the traps you have laid over it, its container, and the hatch that opens to it, I doubt I'd get two steps before either you, Purgatori, or your children make it possible for you to have a third corpse for a monster," Midori told Baal. The amount of protection covering the little blue cube was ridiculous, but then again, if you had someone like Bob running around, she understood the need for protection quite well.

"The process isn't exactly the fastest thing, is it? Even with your technological improvements." Midori also wondered if the entire process could fail if one or more of the steps were interrupted, or perhaps if a foreign flaw could be introduced to the body. After all, it seemed to be a freshly dead body for the transformation to take hold. She wasn't thinking this for sabotage purposes, but rather trying to figure out any weak points that could be…. she stopped and shook her head. No, she was no longer a part of this. That was the old Midori. Now she was perfectly happy with her role as a messenger god and wife.

Baal stared at Midori not so much as looking like she wanted to kill her as she was plotting something. “You know Midori I might do something nice for you or you’ll totally hate me. I’m not sure which but call it a peace offering.” She said before reopening the hatch reaching in she picked up the cosmic cube pulling it out. She close as she tapped into it’s powers there was a flash of light and two people appeared. “Well you know if I was going to let you have yours I wanted mine as well.” she told her looking away from the two Viper’s to Midori “Why don’t you tell your mommy HI!! Guess what I can do and who’ve I’ve been doing it with.”

“What in the seven hells are you doing?” Purgatori said having stopped her debate with Viper only to see there were two other ones one much older than the others. She looked between the two then to the one next to her. “Well this is…something.” she walked over to the others. Purgatori wasn’t sure what to make of this or if it at all could be of use to her in some way. Or just two more people to annoy her over what she was doing.

“I remember saying I wanted to grow up to be like you when I was older. I didn’t realize it’d be so...literal.” she hopped her own mother wouldn’t freak out over her looking so much like herself or had actually forgot about her. "These are your grandchildren. Donavin, Darnath and Kerrigan." She hadn't told who the father's were she wasn't totally sure how her mother would react to all of this.