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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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Madam Xanadu's Sanction:
When the cloud of smoke cleared and Raven and Zatanna arrived, Madam Xanadu was already awaiting them.
She spoke without hesitation in a firm fashion.
"You already know, then, of the strangeness that has ensued?"
Raven's dry look in her restored form was its own answer and Xanadu nodded.
"Point taken. Now, though, it is beyond the resurrection of a few. Insofar as I can see, all death has stopped....and so has all birth, all reincarnation. Everything. A vast net. There is only one distant time something like this happened. Then she who defines and coheres all reality made the choice to abandon her position and her sigil. And like this everything ceased to die and reality, for a time, became unhinged.
I met her, long ago. She seemed a teenage girl then though she is ancient, very ancient. Moreso than the rest of the Endless. They believe she can survive the universe, I believe she has survived, perhaps more than once. She is ancient, unimaginably so, and by far the most powerful of the Seven. She has outlived them all and in no small part taken and ended so many universes things blend into each other."
The two women listened with a sense of awe and trepidation as Xanadu then said:
"Something, or someone took her captive. At the very least it is akin to when Roderick Burgess took Dream of the Endless captive, but Death is immensely stronger. To take her, to break her would require a power and a will akin to that of Superman's but greater. More dangerous. Deadlier. Such a person has done this."
Raven asked:
So what then does this mean?
"Simple. Life and death hang in the balance of someone mad as is possible to be, but arrogant and powerful enough to carry off the greatest theft in the history of existence. Death of the Endless is more than death, she bestows life, she coheres so many things that her capture and the breaking of her role, however short-lived, will begin to spiral in unpredictable fashions."
As they looked she said:
"I need to speak to Nabu. We need to re-summon the Sentinels of Magic."
Almerac:
Death of the Endless was already breaking, though not totally broken.
This was not the first time someone had tried to wield her true name against her, though the incident in the cemetery had been the closest this came to success. This, however, was the first time someone did so and bound her. She hated her reactions, hated thanking Thanos for controlling her and doing so to the proportion that she was so easily hurt, so easily damaged as he'd made her and remade her.
She was a person more than most of her siblings, who oscillated between their functions and their twisted and sad games. She was a person because she'd outlived universes, taken all of her siblings and seen them repeat the same stories and follies each as though they were new. And each time the burden of being Death, of reaping all that is and being despised and hated for it wore her down.
Now that was.....over, for a time. She had the closest thing to a vacation since Luthor's little stunt, and this was it. Beaten, wearing her 'standard' outfit with a slave collar, bones healing from another break Thanos forced on her to humble her. Forced to watch Maxima take on the towering presence of Thanos, who was shorter than some of his foes he'd face here but massively built to a point he was moreso than most such beings like him.
The Titan's laughter, that of the being she was forced to feel an overpowering lust that had her frustrated her hands were bound because she could not relieve it, forced to rub her thighs and pray that her rapist would win. And knowing because of her binding that she would be forced to ensure he lived and was restored even at the expense of her own health.
Maxima lunged at him and he slammed his glowing hands together, creating a boom that deafened Death and blinded her for a short time, as punches sounded and resounded, Maxima groaning in pain, followed by the crunching and squelching of a flesh-bound body breaking. Her ability to perform her function was suspended even as she ached to both be pleased by the monster that raped and beat her senseless, stuck.
She couldn't resist, her body, the form she took betrayed her. She was stuck in a humanoid shape, required to please Thanos, rewritten each and every time the Mad Titan had a whim to be his punching bag, to-to fit the degrading names he made her say.
Her vision returned and Maxima's broken body remained alive as Thanos eyebeamed holes clean through stunned, living Almeracians. He held her sigil and unlocked her hands, telling her:
Perform your function.
Again under his control she reaped every single soul on the planet, leaving the bodies of the entire species and all lifeforms, gods, and ideas from it behind to rot and decay, the ideas and gods becoming tangible. Death was overwhelmed at the brief surge of power, passing out in front of Thanos, who shrugged and decided to give her a little present to wake her up.
Slipping inside her wet cunt, he decided to reward her for her compliance by rewriting her to be invulnerable as she truly was, giving her just enough of her power to a point where he wouldn't hurt her the way she'd become inured to. Indeed, Death felt normal and cooed in pleasure at first in the twilight between the forced dreamless sleep and her awakening, and as she awoke she found herself still wearing the collar and leash and nothing else.
Thanos was rutting inside her, grunting in pleasure, and his hands were less brutal when her body felt as normal as it was going to. Indeed it felt amazing, and the compelled power that overrode her true nature and identity was given its fullest flower as her legs wrapped around his thighs and she groaned and bucked, the heat flowing through her something her unprepared body couldn't resist.
A brief flicker showed her the image of both Desire and Despair, then she shut her eyes and refused to look. Her siblings' brief sense of a mixture of emotion at finding her was dampened by her shutting them out in the shame of being seen by them being defiled by the Mad Titan, who saw them and gazed at them with a contemptuous sneer.
Death screamed through at least three orgasms that were all coerced, each longer than the one before it, leading to her vision blurry and her exhaustion so palpable she was prepared to return to that dreamless sleep when he climaxed inside of her, sliding out and wiping his dick with her top, throwing it at her and telling her to get dressed.
She couldn't bear to look at her siblings and simply transported herself and her master back to Warworld.
Thanos enjoyed having her publicly displayed on a cross, tied by ropes, not nails, as a perverse kind of mercy.
The ripple effect of his massacre of Almerac in a deathless universe were quite profound indeed, and the confirmation of his particular energy signature drew to him a confrontation he was not prepared for when he said:
The next planet I intend to visit is Earth, for my first of many assaults.
Take us there.
As the planet began to rev up its drives, streaks of red and green followed and Thanos raised his hand to halt the process. Fortunately for all involved it was in a stage that could be halted, and he smiled.
Perfect, a new battle. More of those fools with the magic rings.....
The Citadel of the Endlless:
Desire and Despair were the last to properly appear at the conclave, both haunted in their own characteristic fashions by the sights they'd seen. And by the experiences of their sister.
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