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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 Bedchamber:
Thanos smiled at the sight of Death bound in front of her now empty closet, boxes of her things stored up by her after a full night of labor he'd ordered her to do, clad in nothing but her panties. Everything Death had lovingly collected was stored away now on his whim. One of the most valuable things she possessed, a relic of her very first universe was now in Thano's own pocket, something he'd made her tremblingly give him.
Death was exhausted, his seed dripping down her legs, no sleep that night, her wings present and beating and trying to fly away, even with the binding. Thanos had been amused by this earlier but now his amusement was shrinking. He also ached for combat, and for a chance to prove himself. Binding Death gave him access to her memories, and he looked with keen interest at an incident in a cemetery where a necromancer had tried the very thing he'd achieved successfully, only to be thwarted. Thanos smiled as he said:
You liked this Timothy Hunter, eh?
Fear grew in Death's eyes, and new tears as she nodded.
Perhaps I'll have you kill him personally for me.
Thanos laughed as she struggled slightly.
Indeed are you strong, Death of the Seven, but I am stronger.
He proved it by unchaining her, shoving her to the bed.
Take that outfit, put it on for me.
She complied, trembling. It was a one-piece swimsuit that would have been too small for her former thinner flatter body. For her curvier now adult-seeming form, it was ridiculously and degradingly small. He strode around her, her wings invisible, admiring her form. His fingers caressed and pinched her ass as she stared at the ceiling, He then reached up to caress her right tit, Death breathing deeply and having no choice but to permit the imposition, as he pinched her nipple. Thanos could have bound her so he couldn't hurt her, but he didn't want that. He kept judging her for someone else and she had no choice but to endure.
Thanos whispered in her ear:
I am a conqueror in need of an army. Find me a place that will give me the start of my new career.
Death took a deep breath and then they vanished.
Warworld:
Newly resurrected, the son of Mongul was present on Warworld, preparing to challenge the Red Lantern who'd taken over the place for mastery, restoring it to his father's throne.
A sense of coldness like wind over a graveyard followed and two figures manifested out of a rippling shimmering rip between worlds. One was superficially a bone-white female who seemed of whatever race beheld her at the time, clad in the species' equivalent of the ridiculous one-piece. Mongul turned to face the second, a figure of shorter height but immensely broader density.
The figure was a dark violet hue, with a curiously craggy chin, glowing yellow eyes, and a killer's grin.
"This world belongs to the house of Mongul."
The figure standing in armor curiously akin to Mongul's own, after a fashion, laughed
Is that so?
He turned to the figure beside him:
Death, show me your binding and take this arrogant imitator of my own power to our realm.
Death of the Endless strode in a stiff fashion, moving like something beyond her compelled her. Mongul laughed and spread his hands.
"A girl in an outfit like that take m-" her hand touched his and in a flash great wings appeared and Mongul said "You" in a sudden startled recognition. A beating of wings and a flash of light and Death knelt in front of corpse ash, her wings shrouding her overly exposed form from the views of others.
The Red Lantern turned to Thanos.
"You won't find me as easy a target as him. And I won't face the girl."
Thanos smiled and then fired a beam that cut the Lantern's ring arm off at the elbow before the entity could retaliate or prepare a counteraction.
Shrieking as he fell and held his arm, Thanos sighed and strode over to him, lifting him by the throat.
Death was then beside him, staring with a thousand-yard stare and tears as he raised up the Lantern and smashed him into the ground.
"Is that how my life ends?"
"I'm afraid so."
Death extended her hand and as he took it, he gasped.
"How did-"
"I can't tell and I can't undo it."
The tears fell more freely and the one-armed spirit wiped them and Death actually embraced him at a different level. A sound of wings followed from the beating of hers and then she reappeared instaneously.
As she looked out, Warworld knelt before Thanos of Titan, now its master, who turned to her and then told her:
Get to the bedroom. I intend to remind you of your place.
She strode and he grasped her shoulder, as she turned around.
Fly to it, little bird. I can always find you so I'll know where to do it. Death's wings flapped and she flew, teleporting within and kneeling, hands in her face, tears flowing. She understood Dream now in a way she'd never imagined, and she wished someone could take her, take her place. But under the power Thanos used against her, such thoughts were pun-she froze in a silent scream with a jolt of nervous pain that left her paralyzed until shortly before his arrival.
Thanos then sat on Mongul's throne and issued his first orders with a cruel smile on his face. His first target was the nearest planet to his location, the planet Almerac. He wanted to test his Warworld and make a mark that'd draw the teeth of whatever passed for heroes in this universe. Only a fool waged a war knowing nothing of what he faced, and the furtive time when the universes met was not sufficient to truly know the nature of his enemies.
Orders given, he prepared to follow Death, content to walk and display his power.
Sanctuary of Dr. Fate:
"I know you were dead, Highfather. How are you alive now?"
Something has gone very wrong.
"Clearly. How then do we fix this?"
We need to know what it is first. And I know I'm not the only one to return and neither is New Genesis. I shall need to confer with my opposite number.
Vanishing in a boom tube, the Helm of Nabu was shaken enough that it permitted Kent to take it off. Turning to Zeus Olympios he said: "I presume you need a drink as much as I do."
The Skyfather nodded and they took the drinks together, the Allfather quietly pouring himself several stiff shots of mead from his drinking horn.
Titans Tower:
It was ironic that Raven teleported to the Watchtower when she did for as she vanished, her team concerned but believing her still in the tower, a bright green portal opened.
Titans Tower had seen portals before a thousand times over.
It saw the Titans surge to meet it, both the old team from Raven's past and the newer team in one gigantic bloc.
It had seen the living dead many times over, the most recent the horrid incident with the zombies and the black rings.
It had seen those departed and dear to the Titans return.
What it had not seen was Arella and Danny Chase restored to their classical youth and appearance, something that shocked the old team.
Hampered by the conditioning and treatment her father gave her, but lacking his patience and wisdom, Rose Wilson leaped straight at Arella, who stared at her with a cocked head and a quizzical eyebrow. Deciding it wasn't worth the fight, she used an Azarathi spell to tame children to have Rose fall to a brief sleep as she stood and crossed her arms at the team.
"I'm going to guess you've seen a lot of dead people who aren't dead anymore?"
"Yes," said Starfire.
"Right. And I'm going to guess additionally that they haven't exactly been friendly and been sucker punches of a sort?"
Again Starfire and the others nodded.
"And the girl with the white hair is one of Slade's?"
Everyone nodded.
"I need a drink."
Wally said: "Right there with you, Arella."
Danny asked "Can I-"
Garfield Logan took a great and malicious pleasure in saying "Nope, you're still 17 and too young to drink."
"Damn."
"I know, because I'm getting one myself. This isn't like the time that the new Brother Blood did his thing or the incident with the zombies?"
"What exactly happened after we became the Phantasm?"
"Long story, will explain."
The Watchtower:
Zatanna was startled by the appearance of billowing smoke without any sound as much as she was by the familiar appearance of a woman in a pink sari with unnatural, almost glowing bright blue eyes.
"Raven? You.....look different."
Something strange is going on.
Her eyes narrowed.
I hope my suspicions are wrong about what, and about what my visions showed me. I need to speak to Xanadu, can you help me find her?
Zatanna started.
"Madame Xanadu? Why?"
Because if what I saw is correct, we have a monster from another dimension in control of a being she alone of living modern sorceresses has seen and spoken to face to face.
"Good reason. I'll help."
Thanos's Bedchamber, Warworld:
Death's body was a mess of bruises, tears running down her face. Her leg had an open bleeding wound and protruding iridescent bone from it, and her nude form was not a sight of desire at the point due to the severity of how totally Thanos exercised his power over her. For she'd been made to thank him and to climax twice, both times when he'd broken bones, and the feeling was made worse by the realization that had Thanos willed it he could have rendered her invulnerable to harm. He didn't. He wanted her hurt, bleeding.
Someone, perhaps whatever Death he'd known in another universe had given him a tremendous amount of wrath her body was his canvas to redesign. His eyes flashed and a beam struck right into the wound, boiling her blood and leading her to shriek herself hoarse.
He untied her and let her drop, telling her:
Heal it, join me in the bed. When you do, draw every single part of you to me. I will not be satisfied to have a mere part of you while the rest works.
You are mine, all of you. You bestow your gift on no other whim but mine.
He kicked her in the small of her back, leading her face to collide with the floor, then picked her bleeding face up by the hair.
Got it?
She nodded and he left her to curl up with her wings shrouding her body, relaxing in the bed comfortably. Three hours of struggle and burning heat of healing and restoring her flesh and bones and blood later, Death shambled slowly and stiffly due to soreness into the bed. Thanos cruelly let her lay beside him, and she closed her eyes to comply with his direct order. A bright glow filled the room and then Death of the Endless lay next to him, fully healed, and her sigil in his hands as he smiled with a terrible smile.
DC Multiverse:
In that instant across the entire current form of the DC multiverse death ground to a halt for ideas, gods, mortals, and lifeforms from bacteria to the most powerful and advanced aliens. It was then that a seemingly homeless redhaired man with a ponytail looked at his sword and said:
Well this is going to end badly.
He looked to the sword.
I never wanted to see you or use you again but this.....now I don't have a choice. My sister wouldn't leave again without something being very, very wrong.
He picked up his sword and said:
Destiny, brother, I need to talk to you.
Dawn rose on a deathless day across the multiverse.
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