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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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Meeting Hall of the Endless:
Existing outside time and space, the Meeting-Hall of the Endless was subect to no great degree of control or lapse with time. A meeting that would take around fifteen minutes of time on Earth to the perception of the Endless would overlap by months, or potentially years of time among mortals. It was in this way that the meeting of the Endless to discuss the imprisonment and suffering of the eldest sister in the family began.
Prior meetings were prone to be if anything awkward, stilted, undramatic. Even the appearance of Daniel-as-Dream had been. The closest was when Morpheus was imprisoned instead of Death when her grief and shame at his fate had led to a relationship more nearly approximating that of a family than otherwise.
This situation, however, was in a class of its own. An Endless captured not by a dangerous foe alone but one aided by another. The corrosion of the realms of the younger Endless and the dissonance in the Dreaming and in Destiny's book was one factor. So too the return of the heavily armored Destruction, whose wrath had seen an eruption of a towering rant that had cowed the excitement of Delirium and the unexpected calmness of Despair at seeing him again.
He'd harangued them for hours on how the foolishness of Desire in their games with mortals and the Endless alike had driven one of their siblings to suicide and another now captive to a monster who'd easily enshrined himself into a disturbed set of relationships spanning planets, planes. The resurrection of the demon Trigon was a relatively minor example as next to the Endless any number of entities could return and it would have made no difference, save that their sister's capture left them far more vulnerable than they would have otherwise been.
The dead did not die, now. The division had broken down, and Destruction had even admitted:
My error in believing all of us could abandon our posts and nothing would happen to them. I did, and destruction continues. She had her post taken and her function stopped as though never had it been. Now.... he sighed. Now we stand at an abyss and that abyss as I have reiterated too much came from one of our siblings and our family's wretched habits with grief.
As one the entire family turned vision to Desire, who pulled their collar with unease.
Aheheh. Well.......
The silence was total.
Dream, his outfit black instead of white, reflecting the coursing anger and that the remnants of Morpheus felt it as strongly as the current iteration, spoke in turn:
Bickering, as entertaining as it can be in some cases, will not save our sister nor alter our circumstances. There must be a way to save her, though I am not sure what precisely it is.
Desire, even in the midst of circumstances could not resist baiting their brother:
Even the Prince of stories can't see this narrative?
Delirium spoke next:
I lOsT oNe oF My sIsTeRs aNd ONe of mY BroTHers I dO noT WanT tO lOSe MoRe.
That brought them up short again. Instinctively the family's gaze tilted to Destiny.
My family, the only advice that I can give here is that my book says she will be freed. Her captor always has the seeds of his own destruction and a lack of will to fully win, in the end. To face him, however, is unwise. He has already threatened to make our sister kill us, and he means that threat. Do not disregard my statements.
His gaze turned specifically to Dream and Desire, and then to Destruction. The latter huffed and crossed his arms around his chest, glaring. The first rolled his eyes and said:
I've been imprisoned enough I have no desire to dance to someone else's tune.
Desire snorted.
I am a fool in many ways, brother. This would not be one of them.
Warworld:
Thanos towered over Death, who was allowed for a second day to retain her invulnerability. No restraints, either, though her gaze toward him was that of the bird toward the serpent. The scar on her left cheek set in firmly at this point, the cracks visible, and the scar on her right, the one that threatened to destroy one of her eyes and her equivalent of sight, was slowly growing to that end. Her body was exposed fully to him and she made no effort to shield herself, exposing herself to his gaze without even a pretense of modesty, knowing all such pretenses were futile regardless.
Her gaze was the broken one that satisfied him, and the first two fingers of his right hand traced the first stages in other marring, the results of his successfully weaponizing her, with delight. Streaks of darkness, one spiderwebbed right beneath her right tit, another set of lines along her left side upward from her left striation to the upper side of her rib cage.
Beneath her eyes, those same streaks akin to a set of black tears, on both sides. Thanos smiled and then leaned down, Death's legs spreading with an audible gulp of fear and a humiliated groan as he slipped into her. Thanos's grin burned into her eyes and she knew better than to close them. Her body and the mutual heat between them was something that she loathed and he delighted in. He had the raw force to make his power apparent and she, for all that she represented certain elements of the very universe itself, for all that she was them given form and will and a Being to represent them.....she was but a woman, brought down beneath a monster, required to thank the monster for his monstrosity.
Thanos rutted into her with a savage grin, smiling as her ironclad will broke a bit further when he got, finally, whimpers of defeat tinged to a narrow degree that cut into Death's very being by arousal. The shock of the realization and his hand upon her face and the desire to just escape it all led to Death staring and then the scar along the right side of her face punctured her being to a point that her right eye turned milky, and Death realized belatedly she only saw him out of her left side.
At that point, for a time to come, Death broke and surrendered to Thanos's will, the resistance she'd mounted already costing her an eye and marring flesh hitherto impossible to truly mar. Thanos noticed the change, and decided at that point to whisper into her ear on her now blind side a few words that changed her life forever, and at a fundamental nature elements of the very universe itself, in fashions impossible to predict. Death was also Life, after all, and Thanos intended to enjoy every possible second of that reality.....
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