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Because Death would not stop for me:	By : VladimirHarkonnen Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Crossovers Views: 6552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Realm of Death, Dimension 616:
Death frowned, her blue robes flitting slightly in an unnatural breeze around her throne. Usually she could see or contact her equivalent in the other multiverse,for they alone among life were the same in all those universes, though the two hardly got along. The Endless were not like the abstractions and personifications of her universe. They were more powerful and more remote, beings that embodied things in ways that left those as her, Eternity, and Oblivion uneasy. It did not sit easily with them either that what were two separate beings in their multiverse were one entity in the other, that Death of the Endless was also Life of the Endless, where Death and Life in their worlds were separate entities.
She could not see her counterpart, and Thanos, her true love she'd come to realize was indeed missing from her dimension. Death knew that Thanos's affections for and of her were lost, for now perhaps. When it dawned on her that Thanos of Titan might have been willing to seek that of her counterpart, Death remained in thought for a moment. That wouldn't do. She would need to be sure to find a way through that Thanos could not interdict. And there was one person in existence best suited for this.
Death's pale face with dark hair looked into her mirror, mocking her with the resemblance to her counterpart. Yes, she would need to see Reed Richards. Immediately. Thanos hadn't just potentially done this, he had actually-
She vanished in a flash.
Baxter Building:
Johnny Storm blinked in surprise seeing the very tall and pale woman whose garb reminded him of a comics character, Crow or something like that, and whose appearance was pale, almost bone-white with black lips and strong eyeliner.
"Oh shit, it's you. This a Thanos thing?"
Death nodded, silently.
Johnny mouthed Fuck and then said "Flame on!" and zoomed to find Reed.
Warworld:
Death gazed into the mirror with tears in her eyes, lower lip trembling. She could only see out of one eye, and the streaks that marked mars and ripples in her were growing. She was clad in nothing but a loin cloth, covered in her own iridescent blood, bruises and scars streaking her flesh. One was growing along her shoulder and streaking down, the contradictions in her nature and who she truly was and what she was being made to do. The most free-spirited entity of them all, a thrall to a monster from another universe.
The sense of exhaustion permitted her briefly to sink into a rarety for her.
Death awoke, clad as she was, in the Dreaming.
Dream stood there, tall and white, one of his eyes sparking with the light of concentrated dream-stuff. She put her right hand around her tits, concealing them, and her left hand to shield her hairless pussy, something Thanos had insisted on. Another of the things that harmed her.
Sister.
The word led to her tears falling again as she saw him with her one-eyed gaze.
You have but a brief time in my realm. If we seek to help you, we risk more of us caught in the trap this monster's set. That will not help you.
She cast her head down, only to feel her brother's hand on her chin as he lifted her face up, and their eyes met. One dark and containing infinite abysses, one white and marred by the deep rift in her face that went past her jawline, down her neck. One white and burning with a timeless light, one sparking with the bright light of the infinite vistas of dreams.
But you are not alone and you will never be. When the time is right, you will call, and I will answer, and he shall be cast into the abyss where he belongs, and you shall be free.
Death blinked and as she continued to cry, he hugged her heedless of her garb or lack thereof.
He then continued:
You are not alone, sister. And I will be seeing you.
Death awoke to find Thanos's massive hulk looming over her as his eyes bore into her own.
This Timothy Hunter.....
His finger stroked the cheek with the blind eye.
He managed to get into Warworld, seeking to rescue you. He's potentially able to outmatch your True Name, even when I have bound you. How.....strange.
Thanos smiled and it was a cold and monstrous smile.
You do care for him, far moreso than you do for me. Come, let us see what shall occur with this trial of strength when a boy fancies himself a man and seeks to do a man's job.
He dragged her by her arm, Death making no resistance, terrified for the first time in all this in a way she had not been since her brother went to Hell.
The memory of the words:
You are not alone
echoed and she closed her eyes, relying on that to give her some internal strength.The rifting damage done to her on her shoulder spread further and deeper, crossing between her breasts, just further south of it. The agony led her to keep her mouth open in a rictus scream, heedless that her full nudity was casually seen by so many countless aliens that understood all too well what the thing Thanos of Titan was dragging was and that she was no woman.
Awe, envy, and fear marked the tread.
Thanos rounded the corner to a chamber where Timothy Hunter had just demolished an entire wave of his elites with carefully targeted spells, and then Hunter's eyes went very wide indeed with fear.
"D-Death?"
Her broken gaze didn't meet his own. Well that wasn't good.....
Sentinels of Magic Headquarters:
"Hunter went off on his own, didn't he?"
The dour man in the trenchcoat frowned as his cigarette in the shadows framed his face with a slightly hellish appearance.
"Yes," Zatanna and Xanadu sighed.
John Constantine blinked, sighed heavily, and pinched his nose with the fingers of his left hand, worry lines forming a spider-web across his face.
"God fucking dammit."
Raven's eyebrow raised.
Who?
"A lot's changed since you've been....dead."
Clearly. How bad is this?
"It's.....it's bad. But there's nothing that can be done about it now. Now.....now we plan."
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