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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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Death's Apartment, her bed:
Thanos towered over the ancient being frozen forever at the image of a teenager, or so it seemed.
You are too young for me, girl. Change. Become a woman. I will not take a child.
Death smiled and said: "Of course, my love."
From the seeming of eternal adolescence she became an eternal young adult and all was rewritten so that she gained seven years in age and had always seemed such.
Thanos had bound her arms to her bed, and ordered her to display her wings, which he smiled at and then squeezed hard enough to hear her scream and writhe in pain, pain she looked at him adoringly thereby. She was.......some part of her, the part of her that was the inviolable core of the entity Death knew this was wrong, that she was undergoing a kind of torment none of the Endless had since the death of the first Despair, the first time she'd taken one of her siblings.
Some had speculated this was how Delight became Delirium but Death knew, Death knew the truth. That hadn't been why. She'd lost her guard, her control on her memories of all the countless universes she'd seen and seen Delight as the very first of all her siblings across the countless endless cycles she'd undergone and had to pretend. Delight had cracked. She'd been the cause of her death, then, and fittingly so. Destiny knew, in truth, exactly what had caused this.
Now she was smiling at a monstrous violet beast that towered over her, and entered her with a brutal sensation that to her virgin body, and in truth even to an experienced one would have been excruciating pain. Her pelvis shattered from the weight but her damnable healing restored it and toughened it to adapt within seconds. She was required to wrap her legs around him, to let his bestial maw take her own, to kiss her. To enjoy the crudity and violence directed at her, bones broken, blood spilled, marring her sheets she didn't restore because it wasn't her master's will.
Thanos of Titan, she knew was his name. The Mad Titan, a name he lived up to. For all of this lifetime Death's body had been virginal though this hadn't always been true in other universes. The loss of it, the loss of it this way, and the horrific feeling of Thanos's colossal form shooting what felt like a virulent stream of volcanic toxins.....there, inside of her frame, with her heaving and gasping and tears falling even then was what it was.
Then he slid out of her, went off to clean himself, and left her to stare at her teddy, Cavendish, which she did in a broken emotional void that was in none of her siblings' realms. The monster had won already. She was bound, damnd to the fate of Calliope if she was fortunate. He was already abusing his power to damage her in a way nothing had ever done before.
Thanos explored her apartment, discontent with the mess. To casually display his power further, realizing how much her hat collection meant to her, his eyes glowed and in a sudden and brutal blast of beams her collection vanished in ashes. Pure pettiness, and the sign of that pettiness left Death with that same genuine fear she'd felt otherwise.
Earth:
The first signs of Thanos's success were a subtle but significant shift in the process of birth and conception across all life. The phenonema were clearly connected to a set of anomalies in the aspect of death likewise. The anomalies could not be placed at first. What had been a seemingly normal, instaneous aspect of life was either too fast or too slow, or the spread of a strange set of deformities across species.
The sorcerers of the Earth, however, paused. Something had changed, something monstrous and fundamental, targeting of all things one of the Endless and the very worst possible Endless to target. A virulent power flowed through the cores of existence, magic, science, other forces equally dreadful and powerful. And in it all the image of a towering figure of a bulk very akin to the monster Doomsday but a deep violet, with a furrowed ruffle-chip-like chin and a terrifying smile.
Dr. Fate summoned the Sentinels of Magic, an immediate response, and to his surprise they were joined by beings like the Allfather, Zeus Olympios, and Izaya Highfather.
"It is that serious?"
"Yes."
Earth 616:
Reed Richards was extremely concerned by the disappearance of Thanos, in a sense. Not so much by his disappearance as his decision to leave the Space Stone behind. Whatever world he went to, he was intent on not returning here. Where others celebrated, Richards knew all too well that this was just the harbinger of other, more dreadful phenomena.
Titans Tower, San Francisco:
Raven fell to her knees and screamed painfully. She gained a full foot in height and her bones grew in a painful process, and her violet eyes returned to blue, her clothes torn and ruptured by the change. Her eyes widened. Brother Blood had been far more clever than he figured, that youthful vampiric wretch. He had tried to summon a more controllable and malleable younger Raven without the age and understanding and control of her abilities.
For the first time since.......since the madness came upon her that led to her first form being destroyed the daughter of Trigon was herself again. Her eyes narrowed. What exactly had changed to cause this?
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In another room, Joseph Wilson awoke as from a strange dream to find his body changed.
He swore loudly, only to put his hand to his throat and gasp in shock. His new body could talk. How long had it been since-tears fell as he remembered the actions and what his father had done. No telling what effects this had had on an already unstable mind.
The ruins of the planet Krypton:
Rao asserted his will and the decayed corpse of the planet drew back together.
And Rao said "Let there be life anew" and there was life anew, and Rao called it good. And the dead who'd thought themselves forever in the fates they chose in the Sunless lands gazed out in wonder, in shock, in horror, and dread.
The ruins of the Empire of Trigon:
The once-dispersed energies that had coalesced as this one before did again. Raising himself to the now-towering height that devouring these ruins had given them, the demon laughed in power and triumph. The fool, the sheer arrogant fool.
He'd sought to bind death and life and he did not understand what he had.
Trigon smiled cruelly. His energies had been on the planet that Thanos of Titan had strode upon, cast there by the defeat of Azarath and the horrific sacrifice Slade Wilson had so unwillingly made, the execution of his own son.
Death's Apartment:
Thanos sat down on the couch, deciphering that whatever he wished, Death could bring it to be.
You are better than the one who spurned me. Much moreso. You have a personality, and you control not just Death but Life itself.
He kissed her deeply, savoring her passion for him and the feeling that an incarnation of Death was finally and truly his. Death's tears did not dissuade him, they drew him further, savoring the undertone of fear and servile slavish obedience.
Thanos petted her cheek coldly and monstrously.
My time is come at last.
Apokilips, Citadel of Darkseid:
"My master," the fawning tones of DeSaad spoke, "there is but one explanation for the phenomena at hand."
Darkseid nodded.
Yes, some fool has used the true name of one of the Seven and bound that entire realm to their will, unknowingly.
He smiled his own squalid and terrible smile.
He has given us all life again, my servant. For now we watch and see what else has been flushed out, or given life anew. I expect we are not the only ones and only a fool wages a war against new enemies he has no context to expect.
Darkseid then looked down and said:
But if the demon Trigon shall be one of them, I shall cast that wretch down and seize that wretched child of his. I will need a being that can overthrow universes to fight whoever can master one of the three eldest of the Seven.
"So to Titans Tower, milord?"
Not yet. I shall need a sign that the demon Trigon and his daughter have been restored, first. It should not be long in coming.
The Ruins of Azarath:
Arella awoke along with Danny Chase, both restored to the bodies they'd had on that day.
Arella spoke before Danny could:
"We're leaving and going back to Titans Tower. This should not have happened the way it did, or as it did. But we can't do anything until we know what exactly is going on first."
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