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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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Warworld:
Thanos remained seated on the throne of the planet with Death bound nude to a cross near him, enjoying that Death stared blankly into space, accepting her body's nude display in front of the inhabitants now without even a pretense of a murmur. Thanos saw the red and green streaks descending and decided that the first time had been too easy. He was aching for more combat, to prove to the captive elemental embodiment of cosmic power that it wasn't a mere word that held her captive but his brain and brawn alike.
As the Lanterns landed, the red one looked to the green one. Both were of the same species, humans. Thanos grinned at a much nastier level. He was all too familiar with meddling busybody human heroes in his own dimensions.
"By the power vested in me by the Green Lantern Corps under the leadership of the Guardians of Oa, you are under arrest for the massacre of Almerac."
Thanos grinned still more carnivorously.
If you want to arrest me, come and take me.
The Red Lantern couldn't resist the bait and hurled himself forward, the blood-like substance oozing from his jaws only for Thanos to duck underneath it and blast him with a beam from his fist that threw him back. The Green Lantern then sought to bind both his hands with constructs, Thanos smiling in turn as his black eyes glowed black and Death writhed in agony as he siphoned from her sufficient power to snap the bonds, letting her recuperate with her head drooping toward her chest and then moving to the Green Lantern.
His massive violet hand lifted the Lantern by the throat, and then as the Red Lantern rushed back he threw the Green Lantern at him, before proceeding to blur and to illustrate to them why strength on par with the most powerful non-Kryptonian superheroes combined with raw speed and force was no pleasure to take on on the battlefield.
The two were pummeled and never allowed sufficient time to fire blood or other constructs, as Thanos telepathically forced Death to not merely watch him but to feel the pain and suffering he was inflicting on others.
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It was one of the worst things he did to Death that Thanos made her not merely observer to his crimes, not merely voyeur, but participant. She loved everyone to a degree, even without the binding she would have loved Thanos too after a fashion. Not, however, as he would have wanted and therein would have been trouble. She loved all life and to see it suffering, to feel its suffering, to know that her function's suspension made that suffering worse and made herself at least partially complicit in same, all of this was a set of hammerblows to her nature far more powerful than most.
Thanos's sense of visceral enjoyment and the primordial display of brute force collided with her emotions and made her feel combat in a way she'd never had. The Endless were not like these figures in their brightly colored outfits wielding power great and terrible to wage war in the Heavens. Not outside Dream, to a narrow extent. She certainly wasn't. She had no need to be. Everything, even their parents Time and Night, would come to her in the end. Even the Necropolis staff that buried whatever facets of the Endless ended before the end of all things.
She was, or she had been, a guide, not a warrior. She was a divider of what came before from after, one who led souls to her realm, the Sunless Lands. All afterlives and none, because people made their own heavens or hells. Now.....now she was bound exposed before the hordes of a diabolical realm designed for conquest, watching Thanos spending what was in truth no more than twenty minutes dealing a lopsided set of beatings to the Lanterns far worse than what he'd dealt her, which was true even without the binding to blind her.
She fidgeted against the cross and then her voice rang out in pain when he wielded her sigil and enabled her to phase out of the bondage, taking the hands of both.
Each looked at her vulnerable and alone, and stared at her nude form with dried semen and blood still visible, the first scars she couldn't heal beginning to form.
"I'm sorry" each of them said after a fashion and she held them, weeping and mourning, Rachel weeping for her children. A sound of wings and a flash of light and they were gone.
Thanos smiled as she reappeared seemingly instaneously, and then ordered her to resume her normal variety of clothing for a moment. Death went instantaneously from nude to clad in boots, jeans, and a tank-top, all in black.
Thanos made her kneel in front of him, and as she extended her tongue, expecting the obvious from her master he flicked her face hard enough to draw blood.
I will give you your true degree of ability to be harmed if you are truthful to me with my questions, dear. No need to slake the needs of the flesh, not right now.
Death nodded, hating the sense of hope and affection that rose in her.
He began by asking:
Have you had lovers before me?
She nodded in shame and fear and defeat.
He smiled.
Good, you are honest. In this universe?
She shook her head no.
How many universes have you outlived?
"Thirteen thousand and one."
He leered.
Taken all your family each of those times?
"Yes."
It was a word that was toneless and reflected a deep hurt that fascinated Thanos.
My mistress loved her duties, she longed to take mortals and to ensure things were balanced. I can read your memories, some of them. You keep fighting your job and trying to leave it, forced back in, required to cycle between being hard, cold, and brittle and putting on a persona to deal with the hurt and the loss of meeting so many who hate you when you have done nothing at all.
Death closed her eyes and tears fell, she hated this but he, for all his cruelty and barbarism did speak the truth here.
Harder still when you love them, isn't it? You love them and you know them intimately and yet they fight you, threaten you. Many, I'd imagine, given the kind of power I have might prove even worse than I did. They might try to kill you. I am not trying to do that.
He leaned forward and wiped her tears away with a single finger, smirking as he then saw her staring at him and then asked:
Of those other lovers, in other universes, have any matched me as a lover?
He dangled her sigil so close, so tantalizingly close.
Death looked at it, and then answered honestly with a snarl of hatred on her face showing what she looked like in wrath:
"No and I hate you for this."
Thanos smiled again.
Honesty, so valuable in you. No guile, not like her. You are a surprisingly innocent soul for one who predates this universe and so many others. You may be the single oldest being I've encountered in any given multiverse.
He then asked:
What do you do for life? I've seen what you can do for death.
She blinked.
"I give each soul the spark of life, and the souls that reincarnate, I select their future forms and prepare beforehand that they do so. Even with my family. I know when my brothers and sisters will die, the forms they take, and set in motion all they need to be reborn."
Do any ever remember or acknowledge this?
Death shook her head, sighing in sorrow.
"No they don't. Not even my siblings."
Thanos nodded.
So nothing lives without you, nothing dies without you. In this sense you are perhaps the most crucial of your family to the maintenance of complex or even simple life, organic or not?
She nodded.
Your function, in its fullest, is the embodiment of Life and Death, and you meet all that is needed to sustain both?
She nodded once again. He smiled.
I take it then that you are the only Endless capable of birthing life in the form of mortals?
Her eyes went very wide in fear and hating the betrayals forced upon her by her body's actions she nodded.
Thanos simply said:
Interesting.
He left things there and stepped away, telling Death:
Go to my bedroom, await me there.
Thanos went to the guidance point for Warworld, which was alert with sensations of panic.
Explain your fear, now.
"Lord Thanos, we've found a fleet in our viewport."
Yes, I can see that. Why are you alarmed?
"It's from Krypton, master."
If I knew what a Krypton was I might understand.
"That world and that race are dead and have been for decades."
Thanos's eyes narrowed.
A strange consequence no doubt of securing Death as my weapon. She is life as well as death, some would die who might have died later, others who were dead would receive anew the breath of life. A fleet from a dead world is not a genuine reason to fear.
"Sir, they're parked near a yellow star."
Thanos again raised an eyebrow until he was shown footage from the planet called Earth, of a man in a red, blue, and yellow outfit who moved faster than a speeding bullet, leaped tall buildings in a single bound, flying faster than light. Able to move planets with his hands and ignite stars by beams of his own from his eyes.
Thanos stood for a moment.
I see. They would not know nor understand the kind of power at their disposal. They do not know anything of me.
He smiled.
Death? Join me at my side when I hail the Kryptonians, I will want you there to see what your function's demise has wrought.
Death materialized with nothing but a thin sheer nightgown on that hid nothing of her changed frame, staring with that vacant thousand yard stare in discontent. He told her:
Proper clothing, girl. Have some self-respect.
She glared and then re-assumed her traditional clothes, staring with the broken-eyed gaze of someone slowly unraveling and corroding and corrupting no matter what she sought to do.
Thanos began to hail the ship with genuine delight.
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