Rage rises from Blake though, rage from her husband's words.  She really wants this world, this world of these invaders who dare come.  Because only Victor notices, she still remains undetected, the looming coming of Galactus getting all their attention.

Since her first sights are on the now dead Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, and James Rhoades in Iron Man's armor, she takes these two as hers.  Victor dealt with their flesh, the Pale Night will deal with their souls.

The rest?  Her furious consumption of them begins the moment Victor triggers her.  There are two versions of Empress Blake Knight Von Doom, Pale Night incarnate.  Two versions that possess horrific powers she has used on everyone, which gave her more powers.  Like a necromantic tornado, she's a blur with her most preferred form of combat of mobility and her claws.  No longer she's in her fine-ass fleshy host, no longer can she really be seen at all.  Necromancy attacks flesh, her veil being pulled back for her gaze, she goes at all of them and rushes down into their very gaze, to their very souls.  A storm of white and black, a swarm of ravens of dual colors, attack.  She wants them all, yet maybe some will have the strength to escape, maybe some she lets live.  She wants this Beyonder too, and she's making her way towards this foolish child, yet this child belongs to Victor's wrath.  Nevertheless, she still makes her way towards Beyonder.  Hungry, Blake's so hungry, she's kept her cravings secret and sated for so long.  Such empowered flesh that's before her, behind pretty looking pieces of armor and magic.

No, she's not a zombie.  She's not a vampire.  She's a human, this fleshy host is, who chose this dark path for power.  Do they notice now?  With ancient primeval magic behind her from the Abyss itself, with Chaos magic behind her, from the very first Necromancy magic behind her, she EATS.  Flesh is consumed, souls are eaten, claimed for her gallery of FOREVERS from those who are overwhelmed by it all, from those who are distracted from Galactus' feeding.

Some might survive, many will disappear.  Galactus can have this doomed Battleworld imposter, the Pale Night will have these very first souls.  The bodies of James Rhoades and the Wolverine disappear, more of them disappear.  A demon power so horrofic then engages the ones who resist, who wield their technology, magic, and will upon her with her utter magic, cosmic, and Abyssal might.

Just a little bite of this child, MY LOVE.  Just one little bite.  Just a taste.  This is what she's thinking now while she gets closer to Beyonder's backside when she witnesses God Emperor Victor Von Doom, HER HUSBAND, deal with this Beyonder.