X-Men: The Unnatural Omega's Volume 2, Omniverse Saga

by abcd12344321

As the omniverse breach grows so does the villains, kroako which was once for mutants is now a haven for all, and as they keep poring through so do new allies. The game has been set. Now it's the age of Heros, monsters, and villains.

15. Chapter 15

X-Men: The Unnatural Omega's Volume 2, Omniverse Saga

Chapter 15: Of Titans and Warriors, Part 1

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The sound of rustling leather, the unsheathing of weapons, and hushed words of preparation filled the air. Van Helsing, Logan 3, Kratos, Atreus, Freya, Geralt, Eskel, Daffy Duck, Ciri, Logan2, and Triss were ready to embark on a new mission. Their objective? Investigating a bizarre conjunction that had recently emerged in Britain. It was situated near the old Ben Bell, a location steeped in historical significance.

Ciri and Logan2, who had grown quite close during their time together, exchanged a quick glance before they followed the others. Triss, too, was with them, her magical expertise indispensable in situations like these.

The fissure itself was unlike any they had encountered before. It hung ominously in the sky, a yawning chasm of fractured space-time that refracted the sunlight into a spectrum of dancing colors. However, there was a strange stillness to it. Unlike previous conjunctions, which had acted as portals for beings and entities to cross over, this one seemed dormant. No creatures of any kind emerged from it. It simply hovered there, like a shard of shattered glass hanging in mid-air.

The phenomenon was eerily quiet, and the team felt a strange unease as they approached. Yet, their resolve did not waver. They were seasoned warriors and skilled magic users, equipped to face the unknown and unexpected.

Kratos, his eyes ever so stern, scanned the surrounding area, taking note of every detail. His son, Atreus, was at his side, his own eyes alight with curiosity. Eskel and Geralt, the seasoned witchers, were alert and prepared, their silver swords gleaming in the pale sunlight.

Van Helsing, despite the oddness of the situation, maintained a calm demeanor. He and the two Logans were at the forefront, their experience in facing bizarre occurrences guiding their actions.

And then there was Daffy Duck. The black-feathered creature, although seemingly out of place in such a serious and dangerous situation, was surprisingly unflappable. He flitted about, his beady eyes surveying the fissure with a surprising amount of focus.

As they neared the site of the fissure, the air grew denser, an electrical charge pulsing through it. The sky around the rift seemed to shimmer, and for a moment, it was as if they could see past the fissure, into another world entirely. It was a sight both fascinating and unnerving.

The team braced themselves as they moved closer to the anomaly, their senses heightened, ready for whatever the conjunction might bring. The journey into the unknown had begun, and they were prepared to face whatever lay beyond the shattered sky.

Van Helsing and the rest of his team were taken to a secure facility where Captain Britain, garbed in her patriotic outfit, waited. Her face was hardened by the urgency of the situation, but her eyes held a measure of relief at their arrival.

As they settled in, Van Helsing laid out the details they had observed about the fissure. The Captain listened attentively, her gaze flicking occasionally to the large screen that displayed real-time images of the hovering anomaly.

While they discussed, Geralt's attention was elsewhere. His witcher senses, always alert, had picked up a presence. He glanced towards the rooftop and noticed a figure standing there. A man, shirtless and wearing glasses that glinted in the sunlight. His muscular physique was evident even from a distance, and there was an air of stoic calm about him.

Geralt strained his hearing, his witcher senses cutting through the ambient noise to pick up the man's low murmur. "Hmph... where are you, Eren?" the man muttered to himself before turning to walk away, disappearing from sight.

For a moment, Geralt just stared at the now empty rooftop, his mind filled with questions. Who was this man? Who was Eren? And how did they tie into this unusual fissure?

He kept his speculations to himself for now. After all, they had an anomaly to investigate, and no matter how intriguing, the rooftop stranger would have to wait. The Witcher turned his attention back to Captain Britain and Van Helsing, ready to discuss their next course of action.

The discussion in the room abruptly halted as a deafening crack echoed through the facility. Every eye turned toward the large screen displaying the fissure, now fraying at the edges like a photograph consumed by flames. An oppressive silence filled the room, punctuated only by the low hum of the facility's systems and the soft murmurs of the technicians.

Then, it happened. A colossal form emerged from the fissure, tumbling out and into the world below. It was a humanoid creature, standing roughly three meters tall, but its proportions were grotesque, unnatural. The body was thick, heavy-set, with limbs that seemed far too thin to support such a weight. The chest and belly were bloated, almost cartoonish in comparison to the rest of the form.

Yet, it was the face that drew the most attention. It was a disturbingly human face, but warped beyond reason. The eyes were small, almost lost within the folds of its oversized face. Its nose was little more than two slits, while the mouth was wide and stretched into an unnerving grin that seemed to consume most of its face. It was a grotesque caricature of a human face, unnervingly detailed and yet far from human.

A sense of dread filled the room as everyone stared at the screen, at the horrifying entity that had just fallen from the sky. This was no ordinary threat, that much was clear. Whatever this creature was, it was unlike anything they had ever encountered before.

Racing outside, the team watched in disbelief as the creature began to clumsily pull itself to its feet. Its movements were awkward, almost as if it wasn't used to its own grotesque body. Yet there was a certain menace to it, an unspoken threat that lurked beneath its hulking exterior.

Eskel and Geralt, both Witchers and possessors of heightened senses, shared a knowing glance. Their instincts were blaring like warning sirens, screaming that something was fundamentally wrong with this entity. They could feel a primal sense of danger, an instinctive reaction to a predator. This was no simple beast, nor was it a conjured demon or rogue spirit. It was something else entirely, and it filled their hearts with a rare sensation: unease.

Logan 2, perhaps braver or more foolhardy than the rest, decided to approach the creature. With a confident swagger that was all too familiar, he walked towards the Titan. Raising his hand in greeting, he called out to the being, his words full of bravado.

But the Titan's reaction was unexpected. In a sudden, swift movement, it lunged forward, its wide mouth opening to reveal rows of razor-sharp teeth. It attempted to chomp down on Logan, its intentions clearly hostile.

Yet its attack was clumsy, poorly coordinated. The creature stumbled, its ill-proportioned body unable to support the sudden shift in weight. With a thunderous crash, it fell to the ground, causing the earth to shudder beneath its weight. Logan 2 managed to evade the attack, but the hostile intent of the creature was now undeniable.

As the creature rose back to its feet, the team leaped into action, each of them attacking with a ferocity that echoed their growing desperation. Logan and his clone both dashed forward, their adamantium claws slicing through the Titan's flesh with ease. Yet for every wound they inflicted, a slow burst of steam would emit from the injury, and moments later, the skin would knit itself back together, leaving no trace of the damage that had been done.

Kratos, his red tattoos glowing fiercely in the fray, swung his Leviathan Axe with brutal precision, the sharp blade carving through the Titan's flesh. Yet the result was the same - steam, followed by regrowth. The Titan, although visibly pained, continued its relentless onslaught, seeming to shrug off their combined attacks.

Triss, her flame-red hair dancing wildly in the wind, flung her arms forward, her fingers wreathed in brilliant flames. With a shout, she launched a fireball at the Titan. The fire exploded on contact, engulfing the creature's face in a maelstrom of heat. For a moment, the creature reeled back, its face a charred ruin. Yet moments later, it emerged from the flames, its features regenerating in a burst of steam, its grotesque face once more whole.

Eskel and Geralt, their silver swords flashing in the afternoon light, moved in tandem, their attacks a blur of precision and power. With a powerful swing, Eskel managed to sever the Titan's head clean off. Yet even decapitation didn't halt the creature. It flailed wildly, steam billowing from its severed neck, until, to their horror, a new head slowly began to form.

Despite their best efforts, the Titan seemed nigh indestructible. No matter how much they sliced, diced, burned, and bashed, the Titan kept regenerating, kept coming. It was a nightmarish cycle that left them reeling, each regeneration diminishing their hope a little more.

Geralt, seeing no other viable options, decided to attempt a gambit. Drawing upon his Witcher training, he focused and called upon Axii, one of the five Witcher signs known for its control and pacification effects on most creatures. Pointing his hand towards the behemoth, he invoked the sign, sending a pulse of magic towards the Titan. The team watched, breathless, as the Titan's violent movements slowed and then ceased, its wide eyes appearing glazed as the Axii took effect.

The silence that fell was broken by a soft, whimpering sound emanating from the Titan. The team watched in awe as the hulking creature's lips moved, and a small, scared voice echoed across the battlefield. "Mommy... Daddy... Where am I?"

The unexpected plea from such a monstrous entity sent a wave of surprise rippling through the team. Eyes widened, weapons lowered, as the horrifying Titan was momentarily replaced by a lost and scared child's voice, making the monstrous entity all the more unsettling. The fight had taken an unexpected turn, and the group was left staring at the gigantic creature, trying to comprehend what they were witnessing.

"Hey, kiddo," Logan started gently, his gruff voice softer than they had ever heard it. "Can you tell us what happened to you?"

The Titan's voice was filled with fear and uncertainty, a stark contrast to the menacing figure it represented. "The soldiers...they took me," it whimpered. "They said...I'm...I'm Eldian. They tied me up."

Eskel exchanged a puzzled glance with Geralt as Logan pressed on. "They took you where, kid?"

"The...the island. There...there was a serum," the Titan stuttered, it's huge hands coming up to its face as if remembering a distant horror.

"Serum?" Kratos echoed, his brow furrowed.

"They...they put it in me. It hurt...it hurt a lot. Then...then everything was...big. I was scared. I am...scared." The child's voice was tremulous, a haunting melody of fear and confusion that tugged at their heartstrings.

Throughout the exchange, the Titan's enormous eyes roamed its surroundings, squinting at the buildings, the sky, the people, as though trying to make sense of a world that had become suddenly too large and too strange. Its fear was palpable, and the heroes could only watch in stunned silence, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that this monstrous entity was but a terrified child lost in a body and a world far beyond his understanding.

"Is this something... that happens a lot where you come from?" Logan's voice had a heavy, contemplative note to it.

The titan let out a shuddering sigh, a melancholic sound that vibrated through the air. "Yes," it mumbled. "It happens to us... the devils. They put us in internment camps."

"What do you mean by devils?" Eskel asked, his voice careful, not wanting to scare the child more than it already was.

"We...we are Eldians. They call us devils...we're used as...as weapons. As foot soldiers." The sadness in its voice was almost tangible, the words hitting everyone in the gut with a new wave of despair.

The atmosphere grew heavy, weighed down by the sorrowful revelation. They had come across many atrocities in their journeys across worlds, but the notion of children being turned into monstrous foot soldiers for warfare was a level of cruelty that was profoundly difficult to digest. The creature's pain resonated with them, serving as a stark reminder of the darker facets of existence, even in the infinite realms of the multiverse.

The titan's words hung heavily in the air, a stark echo of a reality that was harsh and cruel. The group shared silent looks, their faces a tableau of mixed emotions.

Logan2, having formed a close relationship with Ciri, clutched his claws tightly, the adamantium tips digging into his palms. His grizzled face was set in a grim line, his eyes haunted by the reality of the titan's world. He'd seen many things in his life, too many things, but this...this was a different level of monstrosity.

Ciri, young but no stranger to the horrors of war, had her fists clenched tightly at her sides. Her emerald eyes, usually so full of light, were clouded with confusion and sadness. She'd fought monsters, real and metaphorical, yet the notion of children turned into weapons was a different kind of horror altogether.

Logan3, a clone of Logan, was silent. He was a reflection of the original - a man who'd lived a life of violence and had seen the depths of human cruelty. His silence spoke volumes, a somber testament to his understanding of the situation.

Geralt, the stoic witcher, had his arms crossed over his chest. His golden eyes bore into the titan with a steady, unblinking gaze. He'd seen countless horrors in his time, but this was a new depth of monstrosity. His hardened exterior did little to mask the grim understanding reflected in his eyes.

Triss Merigold, a fiery sorceress, swallowed hard, her usually vibrant eyes dull with a mix of anger and sorrow. Her magic was a tool for good, for healing and protection. The idea of any magic being used to transform children into weapons was abhorrent to her.

Eskel, another witcher like Geralt, was also quiet, his brow furrowed in deep thought. His face was a mask of stony calm, hiding the turmoil that churned beneath the surface.

Kratos, the God of War, stood back a bit, his stone-cold gaze fixed on the titan. He was no stranger to the horrors of war and the sacrifices it demanded. Yet, the notion of children being the pawns of such cruelties was a new kind of horror. His fist clenched around the hilt of his axe, a silent testament to his rage.

Atreus and Freya, despite their divine nature, looked aghast, their faces reflecting a deep sympathy for the child inside the titan. War had touched their lives too, but they'd never expected such an atrocity.

And finally, Daffy Duck, the comedic relief amidst their hardened group, was uncharacteristically silent, his usual jovial expression replaced with a saddened frown.

The revelation hung heavily in the air, a chilling reminder of the depths to which humanity could sink. Each of them had experienced horrors in their respective worlds, but the titan child's story was a brutal testimony of a reality that was heart-wrenching and profoundly cruel.

The child's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unimaginable horror.

"We were mindless," he confessed, his voice shaking. "We don't know what we're doing. It's like being trapped in a nightmare. And when we eat a Titan Shifter, one of the nine special Titans, we can turn back into humans. But it's only for the warrior unit... those who are trained for it."

He gulped, his eyes welling up with unshed tears. "My parents tried to run, but they were caught. They turned my whole family and my friends into Titans. They tortured me," his voice cracked at the memory.

"They said it was my fault for being an Eldian. They blamed my people for the state of the world. They said it was us, the Eldians, who they overthrew a hundred years ago, who caused all the chaos. And they told me..." He choked on the words, his breath hitching in his throat, "They told me the only thing I'm good for is eating my own people endlessly on the island."

His confession filled the silence that followed, the sheer horror of his tale etching itself onto the faces of everyone present. His words painted a picture of a world caught in a cruel, endless cycle of violence, where children were used as weapons and the value of life was utterly disregarded.

An imposing figure, Eren Yeager, stepped forth from the gathered crowd. His mature features were etched with the shadows of a life steeped in conflict and hardship. His piercing eyes, reflecting a deep-seated resolve, focused on the grotesque titan-child, invoking an air of sorrowful familiarity.

He introduced himself, "My name is Eren Yeager," he said, his voice carrying an echo of a distant world. "I am from the same world as this child." A flicker of empathy crossed his face, acknowledging the shared horrors they had both endured.

"You've heard enough," Eren continued, his tone resolute yet tinged with melancholy. "There's only one thing to do." His gaze turned toward the other members of the group, his words carrying a dreadful weight. "We must sever the nape of this titan. That's where the child's human form resides. It's the only way to grant him a merciful end."

Eren's declaration dropped heavily among them, a brutal reality imposed by a man familiar with such severe circumstances. His fellow companions received his words in stunned silence, confronted by the raw, horrifying truth of Eren's world. The titan-child's destiny was determined not by chance, but by the merciless laws of their cruel reality.

Eren's words hung heavily in the air, resonating with a bitter truth that his companions found hard to swallow. They hesitated, their actions stalled by the painful reality they were faced with. Every gaze was transfixed on the child ensnared in a monstrous form, an innocent soul trapped in a nightmare.

Eren, understanding their reticence, released a world-weary sigh. "There's no alternative," he reiterated, his voice weighed down by an unspeakable sorrow. "The hallucigenia is waging a ceaseless battle to regain control over him. There's no way to reverse this transformation. It's irreversible."

His gaze, hardened by countless battles, fell upon the trembling titan-child once more. "Based on my experiences fighting titans back in my world, I can tell you this," Eren continued, his voice barely more than a whisper, "his parents, if they were turned into titans... they are already gone. They are at peace."

Eren's words were a painful testament to the unspeakable atrocities his world had endured. An innocent child, stripped of his humanity, condemned to a fate worse than death. The stark reality of Eren's words stirred a profound sense of sorrow in the hearts of his comrades.

…

With the titan-child reduced to nothing but dissipating dust, a grim silence descended upon the group. Eren, his expression an unreadable mask, took a seat, seeming to carry an immeasurable burden on his shoulders. His companions, still struggling to digest the grim reality, turned their attention to him as he began to recount his tale.

"They launched a full-scale assault on the island," Eren began, his voice laced with a bitter resentment. "Their aim was to capture me and wipe out my people. They were bombing civilian areas, military establishments... no one was spared."

His gaze lowered, lost in a flood of painful memories. "My half-brother, Zeke, was part of this assault," he continued. "Zeke has a unique power amongst us titan shifters. If he screams within earshot of anyone who's been injected with his spinal fluid, they transform into mindless titans. Zeke is here, in this world..."

His voice trembled with an underlying rage. "Zeke believes in a horrific solution to our plight. He intends to sterilize all our people, preventing any future generations from suffering our fate. That damned bastard..."

A sense of deep-seated hatred welled up in his voice as he delved into the painful history. "He even betrayed our father and his own mother, sending them to the island. My father was saved by the titan that now resides within me, which he later passed onto me. But his wife, my stepmother, she was turned into a 15-meter titan who killed my mother when I was a boy."

Eren paused, a haunted look in his eyes. "This all started when the Colossal Titan, another of the special titan shifters, broke down the wall of our city and let the other titans in..." The raw pain in his voice spoke volumes about the horrors he'd endured, sending shivers down the spines of his listeners.

"Were lucky then that no other titans came through then." Ciri breathed out.

"Luck," Eren scoffed, his gaze distant and hardened. "Luck has nothing to do with it. Had more titans come through, this city would have turned into a war zone. Even if they were the mindless type that don't specifically hunt, you wouldn't want to find yourselves swarmed by them."

Geralt, his brow furrowed in thought, asked, "Why do they want you, Eren? What makes you the target?"

Eren met Geralt's gaze squarely. "Because of the First King's renunciation of war that's passed down from holder to holder like a form of brainwashing," he explained. "But I am not of royal blood and I possess the Attack Titan inside me - the one that fights for freedom."

He leaned back, looking up at the sky as if it held the answers. "I can see my own future memories, even ones of future holders. That's how I communicated with my dad. I made him slaughter the entire royal family and fight, when they refused to do anything about the incoming threat."

His eyes returned to the group, their depths filled with fierce determination. "I can control all titans, manipulate memories, even conjure up past titan shifters like an army..." Eren's voice trailed off, leaving a heavy silence hanging in the air.

"There was a moment, right before I found myself here," Eren began, his tone eerily calm despite the chilling narrative he was spinning. "I was just a hair's breadth away from being shot in the head. Zeke and I... we arrived here through different points."

His hands clenched into fists as he continued, "And I was prepared... prepared to use the hundreds of millions of Colossal Titans that make up the walls of our cities, to flatten the world... leaving nothing but destruction in its wake, killing billions of lives." His voice hitched slightly, his gaze haunted.

Eren's eyes held a distant, horrified look. "I even saw a future where I did it... I wiped out everyone outside the island," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. The sheer magnitude of his confession hung heavily in the air, a dark cloud over the gathering.

The silence that fell over the group was deafening. Each of them grappled with Eren's harrowing revelation, their expressions a kaleidoscope of shock, horror, and somber understanding.

Logan, who was usually unflappable, scowled deeply, his hand reflexively balling into a fist. The thought of such massive destruction and loss of life was enough to ignite a fresh wave of anger in him, his claws itching to be unleashed.

For the Witchers, Geralt and Eskel, it was a grim reminder of the darkest aspects of their own world. Their seasoned eyes betrayed their concern, yet there was a profound understanding. They were well-acquainted with the monstrous nature of humanity, after all.

Kratos and Atreus exchanged a quick glance. The weight of Eren's words hit them like a blow, their faces reflecting their internal turmoil.

Ciri, who had lived through wars and had seen their devastating consequences, felt a chill run down her spine. She clenched her fists, her pale eyes filled with sorrow.

Triss held her breath, her magic pulsing around her in a subconscious reaction to the tension. The magnitude of Eren's confession was almost unfathomable. She glanced at Logan2, seeking comfort in his presence.

Daffy Duck, despite his usually comical nature, was uncharacteristically silent. The duck's beady eyes wide in shock, his feathers slightly ruffled.

Finally, Freya remained quiet, her brow furrowed in deep thought. As a goddess who had seen countless wars and their aftermath, Eren's story stirred within her a mixture of pity and dread.

It was a moment that would forever be imprinted in their minds, the grim confession of a desperate man in a world teetering on the edge of annihilation.

Eren's voice was laced with a bitter, resigned sort of fatigue. His eyes were clouded with an ocean of sadness and anger, an overwhelming tempest threatening to break free.

"I tried," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I tried to find another way, another path. I looked into hundreds of futures, thousands... all of them led to the same conclusion."

He clenched his fists, the knuckles whitening under the strain. "They always come. They always destroy. In their eyes, we are monsters. Demons. To them, killing us... it's a service. A duty."

He paused, his eyes lost in the memory of futures he'd witnessed. "They teach their children to hate us. To fear us. They fill their minds with stories of our supposed evil, with promises of glory and honor if they should succeed in wiping us out. They believe it's a good thing... a just cause."

He glanced at each of them, his gaze heavy. "I hoped for peace. I wanted it... But they never gave us a chance. They never even considered it. In their minds, our fate was sealed the moment we were born Eldian."

The silence that followed was heavy, the raw, painful truth of Eren's words lingering in the air. His tale was a stark reminder of the darker side of humanity, the capacity for hatred and violence that could exist in the hearts of men.

"I couldn't stand by and watch," Eren continued, his voice filled with a deep-seated determination. "They wanted to use Historia, my Historia, and our child as a deterrent. To feed her and our offspring to the next queen, and the next... an endless cycle of sacrifice, all built on a lie."

His hands balled into tight fists, the intensity of his feelings evident in the tension of his posture. "They were willing to use my child, our descendants, as pawns in their game. They wanted to trap them in the same hell we've been living in."

The thought of it ignited a fire within him, a burning fury that seemed to consume him. "My child... my blood... they wanted to condemn them to this nightmare. To force them to live and die for a lie."

He slammed a fist against the nearest wall, the impact resonating through the ground. "I refuse! I won't let them punish my children, my descendants, based on their deceit. They have no right... I won't allow it!"

His eyes burned with fierce determination, a father's resolve to protect his family, no matter the cost. This was his fight, his duty. And he would see it through, until the very end.

Everyone in the room was silent, as if time had stopped in response to Eren's revelation. The air was tense, filled with the echoes of his passionate declaration.

Logan clenched his jaw, his sharp gaze unwavering as he looked at Eren. As a fellow parent, the Wolverine could understand the desperation in his words, the fierce protectiveness. He didn't respond, but the silence was enough.

Ciri, standing close to Logan2, could feel the seriousness of the situation. The young witcher had been through so much, yet Eren's story added a whole new level of cruelty to the world. Her eyes met those of Logan2, and in that look, there was an unspoken promise. They would not let such a fate befall anyone, if they could help it.

Van Helsing, who had been listening in the background, crossed his arms over his chest, his expression unreadable. He was a hunter, accustomed to facing monsters. But this... This was something different. The cruelty of the situation was appalling, even to him.

Triss and Eskel exchanged glances. The Witchers had faced many horrors in their time, but this... This was a tragedy on a completely different scale. They were trained to kill monsters, not to deal with such heart-wrenching human drama. But as they looked at each other, a silent understanding passed between them. They would do what they could, no matter the odds.

Kratos, with his hard exterior, remained impassive but his silence spoke volumes. As a father, he knew the lengths one would go to protect their child. His own journey had been filled with trials and tribulations, and he respected Eren's desire to protect his own.

Freya, her expression soft with empathy, silently watched Eren. Her heart ached for him, for the plight of his people. She had lost her own son to the horrors of war, and she couldn't imagine the torment Eren was going through.

He then turned to logan2 and told him that he needs to tell the original logan something and after they go out of earshot, with tears in his eyes.

Upon hearing Eren's request, Logan2 moved aside with him, keeping their conversation out of the hearing range of the others. Eren's face was solemn, bearing the gravity of what he was about to share. His eyes, filled with an odd combination of desperation and resolve, locked onto Logan2.

"Logan," Eren began, his voice low and urgent, "you need to tell the original Logan... something crucial."

A slight shift in Logan2's expression was the only sign of his alertness as Eren continued.

"Sinister's genes... they're still inside of those who have been resurrected. They're dormant... right now... inside of the X-men. Emma Frost, she's been compromised and doesn't even know it. The genes aren't active yet... but they're still sending back data to Mother Righteous. All except for Laura and Derreck."

Logan2's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening at the revelation. Eren swallowed before he added, "I can see it. Mother Righteous is planning to activate them... take control of the mutants."

The impact of his words was palpable. The potential threat of such a plan was terrifying. Logan2's grip tightened, his knuckles going white.

Eren's gaze softened, becoming almost pleading. "When you see Mother Righteous again, don't... don't try to capture her. Kill her. Just... kill her."

A pause hung between them, the weight of Eren's plea sinking in. Finally, Logan2 nodded, his expression hardening. "I understand, Eren," he responded, his voice gruff but filled with a determination that matched Eren's.

"We'll handle it. We'll stop her. I promise."

…

Upon receiving the information from Logan2, Logan, Jean, Magneto, and Storm all congregated in the conference room at New Horizons School. The mood in the room was tense and somber. Logan was leaning on the table, his hands clenched, and the lines on his face seemed deeper, indicating the weight of the news.

"So...," Logan began, his voice low and raspy, "Sinister... that son of a bitch still managed to screw us over in the end." He spat out the words with a bitter snarl.

Jean, sitting across from him, was silent, her eyes wide and filled with concern. Her usually calm and composed demeanor had a shadow of worry cast over it.

Magneto's brows were furrowed, his lips drawn into a thin line, and Storm's expression was a mirror image of Magneto's, filled with the same anxiety and determination.

"Figures," Logan continued, shaking his head in frustration. "Just when you think you've beaten that madman, he pulls another trick out of his sleeve."

Jean finally spoke up, "We'll find a way to stop this, Logan. We've overcome Sinister's machinations before. We'll do it again." Her voice was steady, carrying a resolute tone.

Logan nodded, his gaze meeting Jean's. "Yeah, we will," he replied, echoing her determination. "We've gotta. For our own sakes, and for the sake of those kids in this school."

The four of them shared a moment of silent agreement, their resolve hardening. They would face this threat, as they had done countless times before, and they would overcome it. Together.

…

At the Krakoa headquarters, Batman, Wonder Woman, and Superman sat in a room, absorbing the information they had just been given about Eren Yeager and his future actions. The ambiance in the room was one of deep concern and unease.

Batman, known for his analytical mind and stoic demeanor, had his brow furrowed as he leaned forward, steepling his gloved fingers in contemplation. "So, this Eren Yeager... he sees future memories?" he asked, seeking clarification.

Wonder Woman, her expression one of empathetic sorrow, nodded. "Yes. And according to these memories, he eventually orchestrates a massive attack... causing unfathomable destruction."

Superman, the embodiment of hope and justice, looked visibly disturbed. His bright blue eyes were clouded with unease. "It's a horrific scenario," he said, his voice thick with regret. "To feel like there's no other option but to cause such immense harm... it's unimaginable."

There was a pause as they all contemplated the gravity of the situation.

Batman was the first to break the silence. "It's indeed messed up, no matter which way you slice it," he admitted, a rare trace of emotion seeping into his voice. "But we need to remember that we're dealing with a different world. Different circumstances. Different rules. Our job is to ensure that this kind of devastation doesn't happen in our world, in any timeline."

His words hung in the air, a stark reminder of their shared responsibility and the formidable challenges that lay ahead. But they were heroes, after all, and they were prepared to face whatever came their way.

…

In the tranquil atmosphere of a private room, Eren Yeager sat across from Yennefer, Triss, Kira, and Meg. His eyes, deeply shadowed from pain and the heavy burden of memory, were relentless in their honesty. Around them, the air was heavy with anticipation and a sense of foreboding.

He started speaking, his voice a steady murmur in the quiet room, narrating his harsh reality back in his own world. He talked about Reiner, Annie, Bertolt, and the rest of the warriors. How they infiltrated his home, how they tore his world apart, and the immeasurable damage they had caused.

As Eren described his experiences, the women listened intently, their expressions morphing into masks of shock, horror, and sympathy. They could see the palpable pain etched in his eyes, hear the deep-set agony in his voice.

When he reached the part about Ymir, the first of the Titans, his voice faltered for the first time. "She... Ymir... she was nothing more than a tool to him," Eren murmured, the echo of an old, enduring pain audible in his voice. "King Fritz saw her as nothing more than a slave... a tool to be used and discarded."

There was a long, oppressive silence after Eren's revelation.

Suddenly, Eren made a proposition that made everyone's heart race. "If you don't believe me... you can look into my mind. You can see the life of Ymir, how she died. You'll understand then, what I am saying is the truth."

Yennefer, a seasoned sorceress with abilities beyond the comprehension of many, nodded slowly. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and reached out with her powers. In the next moment, she was overwhelmed by a torrent of images. She saw Ymir's life, her death, and the horrific act committed by King Fritz.

The sight of the king cutting up Ymir's remains and feeding them to his daughters was more than Yennefer could bear. She recoiled from the mind link, gasping for breath as tears welled up in her eyes.

She looked at Eren, seeing him in a new light. The intensity of his experiences, the deep-rooted trauma in his psyche was more profound than she had anticipated. It left her with a newfound understanding and respect for the young man sitting before her.

Everyone in the room was silent. The horrific reality of Eren's world hung in the air like a dark, oppressive cloud, a stark contrast to the serene surroundings. But within that silence, there was a newfound resolve, a shared understanding of the horrors they were up against. They had seen the abyss, and it stared back at them.

Eren's tale continued, his tone hardened with an untamed determination. He narrated his transformation into a Titan at Marley, and how he overcame the War Hammer Titan, who was held by Tybur Reese's sister.

"I had to... destroy her. She was a threat, not just to me, but to my home," Eren stated, a certain bleakness edging his words. "I disabled the Jaw Titan and used him as a tool... to shatter her protective crystal."

The memory seemed to tighten his features, an indication of the unforgiving reality of his world. It was a testament to the harsh measures he was forced to take, to protect those he cared about.

"And I absorbed her power," Eren's voice was a hushed murmur, his expression severe as he met the eyes of Yennefer, Triss, Kira, and Meg. "I became the War Hammer Titan. The power... it was immense."

A hush descended on the room, as they absorbed his confession. His resolve was chilling; he was a man who was prepared to take any action, bear any burden to safeguard his home and his people.

"I just... crushed them all," Eren stated, his voice eerily calm yet filled with undeniable torment. "All those diplomats, people from every nation, just... crushed under my foot. They were like bugs beneath me."

His fingers clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. The room fell into a tense silence as everyone present held their breath, gripped by the sheer intensity of his confession.

"And I would do it again," Eren's voice was soft, but the ferocity in his eyes made everyone freeze. "If it meant protecting my home, my people... I would do it a million times more."

There was an edge to his words, a razor-sharp determination that sent chills down everyone's spine. Yennefer, Triss, Kira, and Meg exchanged shocked looks, the enormity of Eren's conviction hitting them like a tidal wave.

He went on to explain how every country had gathered to voice their support for an attack on the island he called home. His eyes, usually a vibrant green, were dull and lifeless as he spoke. "Every country... every single one of them, stood with Marley. They rallied, ready to obliterate us, ready to wipe my home off the face of the earth."

His words hung heavily in the room. The sheer depth of betrayal, the enormity of the conspiracy against his home was hard for everyone to comprehend. Eren's world was a ruthless one, where survival was the only goal, and he was ready to pay any price to ensure it.

The silence hung in the air like a blanket, stifling and oppressive, and not even the whispers of the wind dared to break it. Van Helsing, Logan 3, Kratos, and Mimir had been quietly observing from the periphery, all of them caught in the gravitational pull of Eren's tale.

Van Helsing's face was an unreadable mask, his gaze reflecting the abyssal depths of the story he had just heard. A monster, he had faced many in his time, but the humanity that dwelt within Eren, the humanity twisted and forged into a weapon by the callous machinations of his world, was a different kind of horror.

Logan 3's fists clenched unconsciously, his knuckles whitening. He could feel the cold rush of anger pulsing beneath his skin, a maelstrom of rage and sorrow for the life this young man had been forced to live.

Kratos, a warrior who had himself been molded by the whims of the Gods and then rebelled against them, found a kindred spirit in Eren. He could see the same relentless pursuit for freedom and vengeance burning in Eren's eyes.

Mimir, the wise, was silent, his eyes distant as he absorbed the depth of Eren's tale. It was a grim narrative of a world that had lost itself to hatred and fear, a world that had deformed a child into a monstrous reflection of its own rage and disdain.

And it was this monstrous reflection, birthed by their own cruel hand, that had risen against them. The monstrous form that they had molded and discarded had returned to them, its wrath fueled by the agony it had endured. The humans of Eren's world had not just created a monster; they had given form to their collective sin, and it was now seeking retribution.

"I understand you're concerned about the other Titan Shifters," Eren began, drawing everyone's attention back to him. He took a deep breath, as if preparing himself for the tale he was about to weave.

"The Beast Titan, held by my half-brother Zeke, is incredibly dangerous. Standing at a staggering 17 meters, it's larger than most Titans and has an ape-like physique. It's known for its powerful throws, able to fling chunks of debris with deadly precision and strength. But its most devastating ability, unique to Zeke due to his royal blood, is to transform Eldians who have ingested his spinal fluid into Titans under his command."

"The Armored Titan, held by Reiner Braun, is well-known for its hardened skin that serves as nearly impenetrable armor. It's highly resistant to damage, making it difficult to take down."

"The Female Titan, held by Annie Leonhart, is agile and can harden parts of its skin for increased defense or to create weapons. It can also summon Titans towards itself by screaming."

"The Colossal Titan, once held by Bertolt Hoover, is the largest of all known Titans, standing at a massive 60 meters. Its size grants it incredible strength and its transformation can result in an enormous explosion, leveling entire towns."

"The Jaw Titan, held by Porco Galliard, is the smallest, but also the fastest and most agile of the Titans. Its jaws and claws can crush almost anything, even the hardened skin of the Armored Titan or the crystal shell of the War Hammer Titan."

"The Cart Titan, held by Pieck Finger, is known for its endurance and ability to stay in Titan form for prolonged periods. It's not particularly strong or fast, but its utility is in its endurance."

"The War Hammer Titan, which I currently hold after consuming its previous holder, the Tybur family's daughter, is one of the most powerful Titans. It can generate nearly any weapon it desires out of hard Titan flesh, and its primary user doesn't even have to reside in the nape of the neck like the rest of the Titans."

He paused for a moment, allowing the chilling details of his world's nightmare to sink in.

"And lastly, the Founding Titan, which I also hold. It has the power to control all Titans, manipulate the memories of Eldians and can even alter the bodies of Eldians in any way imaginable. But, its full power can only be unleashed if the user has royal blood or is in contact with a Titan of royal blood, like Zeke."

Eren looked at each of them in turn, his gaze resolute. "This world isn't ready for them. We need to find Zeke and stop him before he brings about any more destruction."

"Great," Logan growled into the communicator, his sharp gaze taking in the image of Zeke and his companions captured by a surveillance camera. "Just what we needed, a damn Titan reunion."

"I know you're not thrilled, Logan," the voice from S.H.I.E.L.D. responded. "But it's better we found them now than after they've caused more damage."

"Agreed," Ciri chimed in, her eyes fixed on the image of the Titan Shifters. Her witcher training had prepared her for all sorts of monsters, but Titans were a new and terrifying concept.

Disney's Hercules, the demi-god with a heart of gold, clenched his fists. "We have to stop them, before they hurt anyone else."

Dettlaff, who'd been quietly listening, finally spoke. "I'm not one for hunting humans," he began, "but these aren't just humans. They're monsters."

"MONSTERS... BAD," The Iron Giant intoned, echoing Dettlaff's sentiment with a nod of his large metal head.

Meanwhile, G1 Bumblebee chirped an affirmative. The Autobot scout, while usually more light-hearted, recognized the gravity of the situation.

They were all on the same page. Zeke and the other Titan Shifters were a threat they could not ignore. It was time to take action.

…

Dettlaff, Logan, and the others walked into the specified meeting place, their steps echoing ominously through the eerily silent surroundings. They were not here to end their lives, but to expose them, to bring them out into the light of judgment. A sense of tense anticipation wrapped around them, thick and heavy like a pre-storm wind.

Dettlaff, in particular, was a figure of raw, seething anger. He was a monster, yes, but one who held a fiercely protective sense of his own kind. He knew of Zeke's plan, the sterilization of his people, the Eldian race. It was an act that stirred a deep, primal rage within the vampire. No one, he believed, had the right to decide who should live or who should die on that scale.

Logan, the experienced warrior, kept his eyes forward, his features hard and determined. He was used to playing the bad guy, used to doing the dirty work if it meant protecting those he cared about. But this time, it was different. The enemy was not a clear-cut villain, but a victim turned perpetrator, born from a world of pain and suffering.

The air was heavy with their collective tension as they ventured further into the rendezvous point, ready to face the twisted victims of a twisted world.

As the group approached, Zeke sat at the center of a makeshift setup, a dimly lit room filled with anxious faces. His fingers drummed against a worn-out map, detailing the current layout of the world they now found themselves in. He looked up at their arrival, his glasses reflecting the dim light in a way that shielded his eyes from view.

"We need to find a way back to our world," Zeke began, his voice ringing out clearly in the quiet room. "But until then, we need to ensure our survival here. The only way to do that is to cooperate. We stick together, we move together, we fight together."

Reiner, Peik, Annie, and Porko exchanged uneasy glances. Zeke's previous betrayal was still fresh in their minds. It was a raw wound that they could not easily overlook. However, their current predicament left them with little choice.

"Zeke, you betrayed us before," Reiner voiced out, his gaze hardening. "How can we trust you now?"

"You don't have to trust me," Zeke replied calmly. "But you do have to understand that we're in a different world now. Our old allegiances, our old rivalries... they don't matter here. All that matters is survival."

Despite their doubts, the group fell into a begrudging agreement. They were warriors, after all. The idea of fighting for their survival was not a new one. And in this strange new world, they knew they had to adapt or die. The tension eased slightly as they began to discuss the specifics of Zeke's plan, their focus shifting towards their immediate survival.

The sudden intrusion of the dark-haired stranger into their meeting room sent a palpable shock through the occupants. The man's presence was undeniably commanding, exuding an air of controlled power that was impossible to ignore. This was no ordinary man, and his entrance stilled the room into silence.

"May I join you?" The stranger's voice, cool and collected, filled the silence like a knife through butter. His eyes met theirs with an unsettling intensity.

Zeke's eyes narrowed in suspicion, an unnerving feeling of alarm prickling at the back of his neck. There was something about this man that reminded him of a predator stalking its prey. "Hold..." He commanded, his voice cutting through the tension.

Every eye in the room was now trained on the stranger. The other occupants of the room were caught in their surprise, but the order from Zeke stirred them into wary alertness. Logan, hidden and watching closely, felt a chill run down his spine. This man was dangerous, that much was clear. His eyes darted towards the exits he was covering, his instincts kicking into high gear.

The stranger, seemingly unfazed by the sudden tension, nodded in response to Zeke's command. "Of course," he replied, his voice steady. His gaze swept over the group, a glimmer of amusement flickering in his eyes.

As the group cautiously resumed their discussion, the atmosphere remained charged. They were now acutely aware of the powerful entity in their midst. However, how this new presence would affect their plans remained to be seen.

"Who are you?" Annie asked ignoring the chill in the air.

He regarded Zeke for a moment, and he asked them, it's more accurate to ask who Zeke is.

A quiet descended upon the room at the stranger's statement, each word hanging in the air, heavy and incriminating. The shock was palpable, etched into the faces of everyone present as they turned to look at Zeke. They all knew of Zeke's past, but hearing it spoken aloud by a stranger was a stark reminder of the reality they lived in. The stranger's gaze remained fixed on Zeke, his expression unreadable.

"But..." The words died on Reiner's lips as he tried to make sense of what was happening. It was Zeke who broke the silence, his voice tight, "And what does my past have to do with you?"

"Everything and nothing." The stranger said, cryptically, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "But I believe you have something to do with why I am here."

"Why's that?" Zeke asked, a dangerous edge creeping into his voice.

"The island... the Titans... your brother... Eren Yeager." The stranger's words echoed in the room, and as the reality of his implications sunk in, a newfound tension gripped them.

The stranger let the silence linger for a moment before he finally turned his gaze away from Zeke, looking at the others in the room. "My name is Dettlaff. And I believe we have some things to discuss."

Dettlaff casually leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed intently on Zeke. "You know, Zeke, I've come across all sorts of monsters in my time... And snakes like you? They're my least favorite," he started, his voice dripping with an eerie calm. "They hide in the grass, waiting to strike when least expected. Always thinking they're the smartest creature in the room. But sooner or later, their true colors show."

Zeke bristled at the veiled insult, but before he could respond, Dettlaff continued. "Your 'grand plan' to sterilize your own people... I must admit, it's a bold strategy. But then again, you've always been quite the strategist, haven't you?"

Zeke scowled, clearly on edge. "What are you getting at?"

"Well, it's rather ironic, don't you think?" Dettlaff mused, his gaze cold and unyielding. "You've always been so intent on controlling the fate of your people... but have you ever considered how much of your own fate has been out of your control?"

Zeke's confusion was apparent. "I control my own destiny."

"Do you?" Dettlaff asked, the ghost of a smile on his lips. "Tell me, Zeke... How much control did you have when your father and mother were sent to the island? How much control did you have when Eren's mother was eaten by a Titan?"

The tension in the room was palpable, but Dettlaff didn't let up. "And, Zeke... How much control did you have when you learned that the Titan who ate Eren's mother... was your own mother? Yes, Reiner witnessed it himself when they tried to kidnap Eren."

The room went deathly silent, all eyes on Zeke as he absorbed Dettlaff's words. The look of shock on his face was almost pitiful, but Dettlaff's gaze remained unyielding, a predator enjoying the shock of his prey. "So tell me, Zeke... how much control do you really have?"

Zeke's irritation was quickly turning to rage, his eyes flashing dangerously in the dim light. "Enough of this," he spat, his voice trembling with anger and something else...fear?

But Dettlaff was unyielding. "Oh, I don't think we're finished here, Zeke," he drawled, crossing his arms over his chest. "There's still one more thing you should know."

Zeke narrowed his eyes, his mouth set in a grim line. "And what would that be?"

"Did you know," Dettlaff began, the edge of a smile playing at his lips, "that Eren Yeager's child grows inside Historia as we speak? Yes, his child. The child you all would willingly condemn to death."

A gasp rippled through the room, the Warriors exchanging shocked glances. They turned to Zeke, their faces a mirror of the confusion and betrayal on his own.

"What...?" Zeke stammered, his facade crumbling. "That can't be... Eren would never..."

"Oh, but he would. And he did," Dettlaff interjected, his smile widening. "Quite a conundrum, isn't it, Zeke? Your grand plan... It involves killing your own niece or nephew. Now how does that sit with you?"

Silence fell once again, and Dettlaff couldn't help but feel a grim satisfaction at the turmoil he'd stirred up. One by one, the Warriors began to back away from Zeke, their eyes filled with a newfound understanding and disgust.

Dettlaff's gaze remained fixed on Zeke, his words hanging in the air like a death sentence. "So tell me, Zeke," he said, his voice dangerously low, "how does it feel to lose control?"

Before Zeke could react, before he could even reach for his hand to cut himself and transform, Dettlaff was upon him. His form blurred, dissolving into a cloud of red mist that moved with unnatural speed. When the mist cleared, Dettlaff was holding Zeke by the throat, his claw-like fingers digging into his flesh.

Dettlaff's face twisted into an inhuman visage, his skin grew pale, his eyes turned a burning crimson and his canine teeth extended into elongated, sharp fangs. The other warriors stumbled back in fear as Dettlaff's true nature was revealed.

His grip tightened on Zeke's throat, his claws drawing blood. Zeke choked and thrashed, but Dettlaff's grip was like iron. His red eyes blazed with wrath as he hoisted Zeke higher, his voice a demonic growl.

"Do not think for a second," Dettlaff hissed, his fangs gleaming ominously in the dim light, "that you can escape the consequences of your actions, Zeke."

Zeke's eyes widened in terror and realization. This was no ordinary man. This was a creature of the night, a being far more powerful and fearsome than any titan. And he had him in his grasp.

Galliard stuttered out, his face white as he looked at Dettlaff. "W-what the hell are you?"

Dettlaff glanced at him, his crimson eyes gleaming ominously in the dim light. "Me?" he mused, his voice a bone-chilling growl. "I am something far older than your race, young man. A creature born from darkness. I am..."

Suddenly, he was interrupted as Annie lunged forward, driving a piece of wood through his back and into his heart. But to everyone's shock, instead of collapsing, Dettlaff laughed. A cold, chilling sound that echoed throughout the room. He dropped Zeke, who fell to the floor, gasping for air, and reached over his shoulder, pulling the stake out as if it were nothing more than a splinter. His clothes mended themselves instantly, the wound in his chest closing as though it had never been there.

"You think you are devils," Dettlaff sneered, throwing the stake to the side. His gaze swept over them, chilling their blood with its intensity. "You have no idea! I am a Higher Vampire, a creature from a world away... and I am a friend to Eren Yeager. You don't scare me, nor him... Remember that."

As he spoke, he straightened, his form radiating a dark, dangerous power that sent shivers down their spines.

…

Watching from his hidden vantage point, Logan couldn't help but grin. Despite the tense situation, a sense of admiration for Dettlaff welled up within him. The vampire sure knew how to put on a performance.

"Crazy son of a gun," he muttered to himself, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Scaring the pants off them... Gotta admit, it's quite a show." The grim humor of the situation was not lost on him. After all, who else could so effortlessly strike fear into the hearts of these formidable Titan Shifters? Logan found himself grudgingly impressed.

As Dettlaff's true nature became all too evident, the Titan Shifters reacted instantly. Reiner, Annie, Peik, and Porko, once formidable warriors, now looked like frightened prey. They scrambled away in a flurry of panic and confusion, leaving Zeke alone with the higher vampire.

Dettlaff towered over Zeke, a sinister smirk curling at the corners of his lips. It was a sight that would have made even the bravest shudder. Now abandoned by his comrades, Zeke was left to face this nightmarish reality alone.

From Zeke's perspective, the situation was rapidly spiraling out of control. The creature standing before him radiated power and danger, an apex predator with seemingly no fear. He was caged within this building with an unfamiliar yet incredibly dangerous entity. His heart hammered in his chest, his mind a whirlpool of panic and fear. He didn't dare to transform, sensing the impending doom that would likely follow.

But Zeke was not a man who rose to his position without a plan B. He'd filled the nearby crates with his spinal fluid, preparing for any eventuality. From the corner of his eye, he saw Logan approach one, curiosity piqued.

From within the crate, muffled cries for help could be heard. A horrible realization dawned on Logan as he took in the sight of a bound and gagged human, an IV line connecting them to a syringe. The scent hit him then, a nauseatingly familiar aroma - spinal fluid. His heart dropped.

"Dettlaff! Watch out!" He shouted, his voice echoing in the tense silence. The warning came out as more of a roar, filled with urgency and panic.

Barely a moment had passed since Logan's warning rang out when Zeke released a heart-stopping scream. In the blink of an eye, the world seemed to pause before plunging into chaos. The building was instantly bathed in an eerie light, a series of deafening explosions igniting from the crates. It was as if a multitude of Christmas lights had been set ablaze simultaneously, their deadly glimmer washing over the entire area. Dettlaff, who had just started to turn around, was met with the full force of the sudden onslaught.

Peik, Annie, Reiner, and porko were already in the midst of their own turmoil, the revelation of Dettlaff's vampiric nature shaking them to their core. Their incredulous exclamations echoed in the night as they fled from the scene. "A freakin' vampire? That's not possible!"

Yet their collective astonishment was promptly dwarfed by the sight that unfolded next. Their hasty retreat was abruptly halted as the building they'd left behind exploded into a shower of light. The force of the blast knocked them off their feet, leaving them sprawled in the dirt as the dust settled.

In the place of the demolished building stood five towering figures. Titans. Their enormous forms loomed ominously over the ruins, their silhouettes etched starkly against the night sky.

Galliard's breath hitched in his throat as he stared at the scene, his eyes wide with awe and fear. The titans varied in size, from a massive fifteen-meter beast to a 5-meter titan, their grotesque forms a stark testament to their monstrous power. "Holy-" he breathed out, "he actually did it!"

Just as the shock was starting to wear off, another blinding flash occurred. When the light faded, another figure was standing among the rest, dwarfing the other Titans in both size and presence.

Zeke had transformed into the Beast Titan, the monkey-like giant standing with an intimidating aura. His fur was the color of deep brown and his eyes glowed with a fierce intelligence that the other Titans lacked. A shiver ran down the Marleyans' spines as they watched the Beast Titan survey his surroundings, the five normal-sized Titans standing obediently around him, awaiting his command.

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Rising from the heart of the wreckage was a figure, a horrifying distortion of the composed, refined man they had faced earlier. In full monstrous transformation, Dettlaff towered above all else.

His physique was now that of a nightmarish blend of vampire and insect. His skin bore a distinctive pinkish-red hue, unnervingly bright under the night sky. From his back erupted four spider-like appendages, each tipped with razor-sharp points. His chest and arms were protected by a shell-like exoskeleton structure, a grotesque fusion of armor and skin. Behind him spread a pair of vast, bat-like wings, casting a looming shadow over the scene.

His head was the most terrifying aspect of all. Where his eyes should have been, there was only a smooth expanse of skin, devoid of any features. Yet, there was an uncanny sense that he was still perceiving everything around him, perhaps even more keenly than before. His mouth, now a gaping maw filled with razor-sharp teeth, added a chilling element to his monstrous visage.

This was Dettlaff, the Higher Vampire, fully unleashed and teetering on the edge of berserk rage.

With an ear-piercing roar that seemed to echo through the city, Dettlaff launched himself at the Beast Titan, his wings propelling him through the air with terrifying speed. As he neared his target, his four spider-like appendages spread wide, preparing to strike.

Despite his colossal size, the Beast Titan seemed taken aback, only managing to throw a defensive arm up in a feeble attempt to fend off the impending assault. But Dettlaff was relentless, his trajectory unfaltering. In a flash, he was upon the Beast Titan, his appendages lashing out, slicing through the air and striking at the Beast Titan's head.

The Beast Titan roared in surprise and agony as Dettlaff's attacks found their mark. Dettlaff, for his part, was like a wild animal, tearing into the Beast Titan with a savagery that was as breathtaking as it was horrifying. His mouth, a gnashing maw of razor-sharp teeth, clamped onto the Beast Titan's head, tearing away at the flesh. His appendages kept the Beast Titan's arms at bay, ensuring the larger titan could not retaliate.

The city seemed to hold its breath as the onslaught continued, the monstrous forms of Dettlaff and the Beast Titan locked in a savage battle, the outcome of which was impossible to predict.

As the dust and debris from the colossal clash settled, the startling yellow form of Bumblebee, the iconic Autobot, emerged from behind them. The car's occupant scrambled out just in time, staring wide-eyed at the chaotic scene unfolding.

From a distance, Eren stepped forward, his features grim. He made no move to join the fight, instead locking his gaze onto Reiner and the others. His voice cut through the mayhem, loud and clear.

"Reiner," he began, his tone laced with a bitterness that seemed to chill the very air. "Are you still so eager to kill me? Knowing that by doing so, you would leave a child without a father?"

The accusation hung heavily in the air, turning their blood to ice. Eren's gaze was unyielding, his words designed to penetrate their resolve. "Is that the kind of man you've become, Reiner? One who would rob a child of their parent? Because if it is... you're no better than the monsters you claim we are."

His words, harsh as they were, served to cast doubt and stir emotions in their hearts, a psychological weapon designed to unhinge and unsettle. Eren's piercing gaze never wavered, a clear challenge to Reiner and the others to examine the lines they were willing to cross.

Eren stood tall, revealing a small but noticeable cut on his hand to the group. In the background, the Iron Giant towered above the battlefield, locked in a brutal clash with the titans. Detlaff, in his horrifying vampire form, was launching himself relentlessly at the Beast Titan. The very air was charged with tension, the scene a chaotic symphony of conflict.

And there in the midst, Eren stood, calm and composed, still talking. His voice was a harsh whisper in the cacophony, designed to cut through the noise and deliver its chilling message.

"Have you told anyone, Annie, Reiner?" He asked, his voice a silky challenge. "About Marco?"

They visibly stiffened at his words, their confusion plain on their faces. "How...how do you know that?" Reiner demanded, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eren just smirked, his eyes glinting maliciously. "Simple. I can see every outcome through my future memories. Past, present, future. That's why my father killed the royal family. I forced him to."

His words stirred up a whirlwind of confusion in the two of them, Galliard and Pieck included. They were terrified, disoriented by Eren's revelations.

"Sorry you two," Eren turned to address porko and Pieck, his tone laced with a chilling kind of nonchalance. "The first king was never going to initiate the rumbling. He was a coward who was willing to let his own people die, due to his renouncement of war."

The final blow of his words left them reeling, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and disbelief. Eren reveled in the turmoil he'd stirred within them, a bitter satisfaction seeping into his bones. After everything they'd done, he was finally getting his payback.

Walking closer to Reiner, Eren continued in his unnerving calm voice, the spite and anger woven into his words, but his expression remained as cold and detached as ever.

"Do you know what the future would have been like if you all succeeded?" Eren asked, holding Reiner's gaze, his own eyes a deep, intense blue. "They replaced you. I saw a future during my own hopeless attempts to find a peaceful path forward."

He let the words hang in the air, the tension building to a crescendo, before finally revealing the awful truth.

"They turned your own friends and families into titan fodder, meant for battle. They didn't care, including your own mother, and Annie's father. They didn't hesitate, they didn't mourn. To them, you were just expendable soldiers, cannon fodder in their pointless wars."

Reiner's eyes widened, the horror and despair settling in as the true scope of Eren's words hit him. All the bloodshed, all the sacrifices - it was all for nothing. They were just pawns in a bigger game, their lives deemed worthless by those they had sworn to protect.

Eren watched as Reiner processed his words, the pain and betrayal clear in his eyes. The satisfaction he felt was tainted by the sheer gravity of the truth - the horrific future they had narrowly avoided. But this was only the beginning, the first layer of the nightmare that Eren had yet to unfold.

Eren's voice never wavered, his words cutting through the air with an icy precision, each syllable more devastating than the last.

"And in the original timeline, you all succeeded in killing me," he continued. "My own friends led the charge when I started the Rumbling. Mikasa... she decapitated me, leaving only 5 percent of humanity left. And in doing so, our Titan powers went away."

A pause, the silence more potent than the words themselves.

"But it was all pointless in the end. Many generations later, after they bombed the island, Mikasa's descendant, who's related to Annie and Armin, and my child sought out the power of the Titans. They sought out the very same curse that we tried so hard to escape. Thus, the cycle repeated itself. Destruction and rebirth, pain and loss, hatred and war... it never ends."

The crushing weight of the truth descended on them, the brutal reality of their futile efforts. The cycle of violence and despair that seemed destined to persist no matter how hard they fought against it.

He fixed his gaze on Reiner, the question hanging in the air like a guillotine.

"How does it feel, Reiner? How does it feel knowing that peace only led to more death and the continuation of this cycle of destruction? That your sacrifices, your struggles, were all for naught?"

His tone was not of gloating or mockery, but of a man who had seen too much, endured too much, and was forced to face the ugly truth of their reality. It was the voice of someone who had walked through hell and lived to tell the tale.

He paused, a grim smile twisting his features as he motioned behind them, a subtle flick of his hand.

"Also," he started, his voice low and measured. "You might want to meet my new friend. He's currently extricating himself from some rubble." He tilted his head slightly towards the figure emerging from the dust and debris. A fierce, unyielding man who was dusting himself off, the growl in his voice sounding more like a predatory beast than a man.

"His name's Logan," Eren continued, the slightest hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "He's got a healing factor and an unbreakable skeleton. Adamantium, it's called. But that's not the part you should be worried about."

His gaze turned colder, harder. "It's the look he's giving you from behind. The rage in his eyes... trust me, you won't like him when he's angry. Especially when he's enraged by your actions."

Eren's words hung heavily in the air, the ominous warning reverberating with an unspoken promise of retribution.

As Galliard spun around at Eren's words, he found himself face to face with Logan. The burly mutant's stern face was inches from his, a palpable aura of danger emanating from him. The yellow eyes that stared back at Galliard were filled with a cold, unyielding rage.

Before Galliard could react, Logan's hand shot up, gripping him by the collar and hoisting him up to his eye level. Galliard could only stare in disbelief at the shiny, metallic claws that extended from between Logan's knuckles, their sharp points glinting menacingly under the dim light.

Logan's voice was a low growl as he spoke, his words echoing with a dark promise. "See these, kid?" He flexed his hand, making the claws gleam more prominently. "These are adamantium, the strongest metal on earth. Unbreakable. Unyielding. Just like me."

He pulled Galliard closer, their faces mere inches apart now. "And just so we're clear," he continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I've got little patience for butchers like you, kid. You and your pals made a big mistake coming here... And believe me, you're gonna pay for it."

Simultaneously, a soft crackling noise sounded behind Pieck, and before she could react, she felt the sharp, cold edge of a sword against her throat. Her eyes widened as she found herself staring at a young woman with ashen hair and intense, emerald-green eyes. This was Ciri, a traveler of worlds.

"No sudden moves," Ciri warned, her voice steely and calm, her sword, named Swallow, pressed firmly against Pieck's throat.

Just a few feet away, Annie found herself suddenly ensnared in an unyielding grip. She looked up to find herself staring at Hercules. Yes, that Hercules—the demigod son of Zeus himself, with strength that was truly a thing of legend.

Hercules didn't say anything, but his grip tightened on Annie, ensuring that she couldn't break free. His calm, blue eyes held hers with an intensity that made her uneasy.

Meanwhile, Eren strolled over to Reiner, stopping just a few feet away. His eyes bore into Reiner's, as he posed his question.

"So, Reiner," he began, his tone deadly serious. "Knowing what fighting against your own people can bring... Can you still continue to fight?" His words hung heavily in the air, his question prompting all present to question their motives and allegiances.

Reiner didn't respond, his gaze drifting towards the ground. The light in his eyes dimmed, his shoulders slumped, and slowly, he sank to his knees. His gaze remained fixed on the dust and debris beneath him as his large frame crumbled, the fight within him completely extinguished. He looked utterly defeated, the weight of Eren's words and the grim reality of their situation pressing down on him with unbearable force.

"I...I can't..." Reiner managed to murmur, his voice weak and hollow. He closed his eyes tightly, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I'm... tired of fighting." His confession echoed through the silent standoff, every word heavy with regret and resignation.

Eren remained silent, merely observing the warriors for a few more moments before turning his attention back to the battlefield. He paced with measured strides, his gaze focused and intense on the beastly form of his half-brother, Zeke. His voice carried across the devastation, a stark challenge that echoed off the wreckage. "Zeke!"

As he finished his proclamation, a sudden rush of wind was followed by a powerful impact against the Beast Titan. Zeke was sent sprawling backwards, gasping for breath as he tried to recover from the sudden onslaught. Raising his head, his eyes widened in disbelief as he observed the figure hovering in the air.

Suspended in mid-air was a man garbed in a familiar suit, adorned with a striking 'S' on his chest. The ominous glow from his eyes was a warning in itself, a dangerous promise of the power he wielded. Eren turned back to address the gathered warriors, a slight smirk gracing his features.

"Just so you know...that's Superman," he announced, gesturing towards the floating figure. "Another visitor from a different world...and he could crush you like a grape." Eren's declaration echoed through the tense silence, his words promising an impending showdown.

The showdown between Superman and Zeke, the Beast Titan, was a sight to behold. Zeke, towering above the landscape, gritted his teeth and swung his massive arm towards the flying figure, expecting to knock him out of the sky.

But the expected collision never happened. Instead, there was a gruesome, tearing sound, as Zeke's hand disintegrated against Superman's immovable form. The scream of the Beast Titan echoed through the ruined cityscape, a stark contrast to the stoic silence of Superman.

Superman did not even flinch as Zeke's hand burst into gore against him. His eyes, glowing with an almost otherworldly light, never left Zeke. His expression was one of calm determination, his posture rigidly held in the air.

Zeke quickly drew back, trying to regenerate his destroyed hand while maintaining distance from Superman. But the Man of Steel wasn't about to let up. With a burst of speed, he darted towards Zeke, his fists smashing into the titan's body with a strength that rivaled the might of the colossal beings.

Each punch, each blow that Superman delivered was a display of brute force, the shockwaves sending dust and debris flying. Zeke retaliated as best as he could, hurling rocks and hardened chunks of his own body towards Superman. But the Kryptonian effortlessly dodged or deflected each one, his speed and agility too much for the Beast Titan to handle.

The fight was grueling, a brutal test of endurance and power. But throughout it all, Superman's strength never waned, his resolve never faltered. He was like an unstoppable force, relentlessly pushing against the Beast Titan, driving him back, tearing him apart piece by piece. Zeke, for all his might and power, seemed to be at the mercy of this alien visitor.

Deciding that it was time to conclude this battle, Superman decided to deliver a decisive blow. He pulled back a moment, hovering in the air above Zeke. His eyes, glowing even brighter than before, narrowed as he took in the Beast Titan's form.

And then he shot forward, his body cutting through the air like a bullet. In an instant, he was upon the Beast Titan, his hands reaching out to seize Zeke. The impact was colossal, an explosion of power that ripped through the Beast Titan's form.

With a horrifying tear, the Beast Titan's body was split in half, the force of the impact so great it shook the ground. The halves of the monstrous form fell away, revealing Zeke within the nape of the neck.

Before Zeke could even react, Superman had him. He reached in, his fingers closing around Zeke's body and effortlessly pulling him out of the protective cocoon of the Beast Titan. His grip was firm, but careful, ensuring that Zeke wasn't harmed more than he already was.

With the Beast Titan's form disintegrating around them, Superman held Zeke in mid-air, the glow in his eyes dimming. The battle was over.

…

A short time later, the scene had significantly calmed down. Zeke was now firmly restrained, yet he continued to thrash wildly, trying to get to Eren Yeager who stood a distance away, watching him with a cool, detached gaze.

Meanwhile, Annie, Peik, Galliard, and Reiner were being carefully escorted away from the battle site. Their bodies were weary and their expressions were a mix of defeat, confusion, and fear. The four former warriors were taken towards Krakoa, a newly established safe haven.

Their destination was no ordinary place, however. They were being led to a specially constructed cell, a consequence of their destructive actions. The reality of their situation was just starting to sink in, their thoughts consumed by the terrifying prospects of the future. Their path towards redemption was far from easy, but it was a journey they were now forced to embark on.

…

The harsh sound of the cell door being thrown open echoed through the corridor. Zeke Yeager was forcefully tossed inside, his body still radiating pain from the recent altercation. His eyes flit around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings in shock. He had anticipated Eren's betrayal at some point, but the extent of his public humiliation was something he hadn't foreseen.

On the other side of the hall, another cell housed two individuals. One of them was a girl, a unique figure with branch-like horns crowning her head, who radiated a strange sense of tranquility. The other was another female, encased in a straightjacket, her lips moving in a ghost of a song. They were known as Nature Girl and Maria, two mutants from this realm.

Seeing Zeke's confusion, Nature Girl spoke up, her voice echoing in the silence. "Seems like they've got another one," she observed, her voice carrying a tinge of amusement. Her eyes met Zeke's as she continued, "Figures..."

The sound of the cell door creaking open broke the stillness, drawing Zeke's attention. In stepped Eren Yeager, a commanding presence even within these confined walls. Flanking him were two figures who radiated power - Geralt, a stoic Witcher, and Kratos, a god-like figure exuding primal strength.

"I have something to say, Zeke," Eren's words sliced through the air, the sternness in his voice resonating in the confined space. His gaze bore into Zeke's, relentless and filled with an unyielding determination. "I'm willing to enter the paths, to give you an understanding of what you did to our father."

His words lingered, heavy with meaning, a promise of a confrontation that would soon unfold. Eren had one more card to play, and he was laying it bare for Zeke to see.

As Zeke's gaze met Eren's, he saw a fleeting opportunity. He could seize control of the Founder's power, turn the tables, and rewrite the grim fate that had been laid out before him. Yet, as he moved to make his move, Eren seized control of the narrative, pulling him into the depths of his past.

The memory landscape unfolded like a fragmented jigsaw puzzle. It started with Eren's childhood - a simple, carefree existence that was marred by the harsh realities of their world. Zeke watched as the young boy experienced the horror of his mother being eaten, a ghastly scene that played out like a grotesque tableau.

Then, the scene shifted to Eren's father, Grisha, laboring in the basement, his frantic work lit by the dull glow of a single lantern. Zeke watched as Grisha's silhouette toiled with an unyielding determination, his every action filled with purpose. But what struck Zeke the most was Grisha's ability to perceive his presence. His gaze met Zeke's, a chilling acknowledgment that shouldn't have been possible.

As the memories continued to unfurl, they arrived at the pivotal moment when Grisha attempted to seize the Founder's power. His hand hovered over a scalpel, his body rigid with internal struggle. And then, in a moment of gut-wrenching realization, Grisha dropped the scalpel. "I can't do it," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

Zeke watched in shock as the scene unfolded before him. The past can't just change based on memories, he thought, his mind reeling from the implications. But as he continued to watch, Eren leaned towards his father, his voice a low growl.

"What are you doing, father? Get up," Eren's words echoed in the memory-scape. "Are you forgetting why you're here? Are you forgetting what they're going to do? Isn't that why you move forward... even during death... even after death?"

As Eren's words hung in the air, the rest of the scene unfurled with devastating clarity. Grisha moved, his actions a haunting mirror of Eren's words. One by one, he slew the royal family, sparing only Rod Reiss who managed to escape. The culmination of it all was when he consumed Frieda, ensuring that Eren could inherit the Founder's power.

And all the while, Zeke watched in abject horror, the foundations of his beliefs crumbled under the weight of the truth he had just witnessed.

The memory shifted again, and now Zeke saw his father, Grisha, stumble outside. He had left his Titan form behind, a grotesque husk in the backdrop. His eyes held a wild, haunted look, a terrible realization dawning upon him.

"EREN!" He screamed into the empty air, his voice hoarse and full of anguish. "I...I did it! I killed them! All of them! The Reiss family...they're all gone!" His voice was a broken whisper now, and he collapsed to his knees, the enormity of his actions sinking in.

"Is this what you wanted, Eren?!" He shouted, his voice echoing around the desolate landscape. "Is this what it took for you to be happy?! To be free?!"

Tears streamed down Grisha's face, his sobs echoing eerily in the empty air. He had done the unthinkable, and all at the bidding of his son. As he bowed his head, the weight of his actions bearing down on him, Grisha let out one final, desperate cry.

"EREN! Are you happy now?!"

Zeke was watching the scene unfold, disbelief written all over his face. Then, to his astonishment, Grisha's wild, grief-filled eyes focused directly on him. It wasn't just that he was looking in Zeke's direction; he was truly seeing him. His face softened, and a look of raw, pained astonishment spread across his features.

"Zeke..." Grisha whispered, his voice tremulous with emotion. "My son...how you've grown."

His next words were choked with emotion, full of regret and longing. "I...I was a terrible father to you...I know that. I forced my beliefs on you, and I neglected your feelings." His voice broke, and he bowed his head. "I put my cause before you, my own son. I...I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."

Suddenly, he was moving, stumbling forward, his arms stretched out towards Zeke. Before Zeke could react, his father had him in a fierce embrace, his tears dampening Zeke's shoulder.

"I love you, Zeke. I love you. I was so, so wrong." Grisha's voice was barely a whisper, the words filled with a sorrowful earnestness that cut Zeke to the core. "I'm sorry... I love you."

And there, in the heart of this horrendous memory, Zeke was held in his father's arms, the weight of his words sinking into him. And for the first time, he felt the depth of his father's regret, his love, his longing.

Grisha pleaded, his tear-streaked face filled with desperation as he met Zeke's eyes. "Please, Zeke... stop Eren. He's headed down a path that's going to lead to something terrible... something irreversible. Our friends... our loved ones... they're all in danger. You have to stop him, Zeke. You're the only one who can."

His desperate plea echoed in the silent space, his eyes begging Zeke to understand, to step in where he, as a father, had failed. The raw fear and hope in Grisha's eyes were enough to make Zeke feel a shiver of dread.

But Zeke was left alone again with Eren, who watched him with a hardened expression, his emerald eyes almost glowing in the dim light. "Now you know the truth, Zeke. The real truth. The question now is... what are you going to do about it?" Eren's voice was quiet, but the intensity of his gaze was enough to make Zeke understand that his decision now would be the deciding factor of what came next.

Suddenly, Zeke's despair and hopelessness turned into a fierce determination. "GRISHA, FATHER! I WILL NOT LET IT COME TO PASS!" he shouted with all the strength he had left. But before he could act on his words, Eren was faster.

Just as Zeke was about to bite down on his chained hand, a spike made of hardened titan skin shot out of the ground, impaling his arm and severing it instantly. It all happened in the blink of an eye, leaving Zeke writhing in agony.

At the same time, Eren forced more of the hardened skin to grow around Zeke, further restraining him. His mouth was covered in the same manner, silencing his shouts of pain. He was effectively pinned to the wall, his body in an uncomfortable position. He could do nothing but stare helplessly at Eren.

Eren watched his half-brother with a grim look on his face. There was no joy in his eyes, just a cold, hard determination. "You won't interfere, Zeke. Not this time," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The air in the room became heavy with tension, their silent standoff lasting for what felt like an eternity.

Everyone present stared in stunned silence at the sight of Eren's brutal display. They watched him wordlessly as he turned on his heel, leaving Zeke pinned to the wall in his agony.

Geralt and Kratos, who had been quietly observing the entire confrontation, shared a glance. Each warrior had seen and experienced his fair share of violence, but the ruthlessness Eren had just displayed was chilling.

Maria and Nature Girl watched from their cells, their eyes wide with shock. The scene unfolding before them was unlike anything they had ever seen. Even in their lives, full of the extraordinary and supernatural, the sight of Zeke's torment was a stark reminder of the terrifying powers they were dealing with.

As Eren left the cell, the quiet clank of the door echoed through the silent hallway. His footsteps gradually faded, leaving behind the chilling silence. It was only then that everyone began to move again, each left to process the harsh reality of what they had just witnessed.

Back in his cell, Zeke was left alone with his torment. His muffled screams echoed in the stark cell, a haunting reminder of the brutality of their world and the power Eren held.

…

In the privacy of their gathering, Kratos, the two Logans, Ciri, Lambert, Kira, Geralt, Yennefer, Philippa, Fringilla, Kratos again with Atreus, Tyr, Freya, Mimir, Batman, Wonder Woman, and Superman held a council of sorts. The topic? Eren Yeager.

The assembled group of heroes, legends, and mutants, each bearing their own world's burdens, now found themselves pondering this singular enigma of a man. He was, as Kratos had succinctly put it, a monster of his world's making.

Geralt, ever the contemplative witcher, stared into the distance, his golden eyes filled with deep thought. "He's a product of his world. That place, with its constant fear, death, and deceit, created him," he finally said, his gravelly voice breaking the silence.

"I've seen my share of monsters," Logan remarked, glancing at his other self before meeting the gaze of the others, "And this kid, he ain't any different. He's just doing what he's gotta do to survive, no matter how messed up it is."

Superman, with his unwavering belief in the good in people, interjected, "We shouldn't be so quick to judge. Yes, he's done things that are unforgivable, but who are we to decide? His world, his rules."

"But does that justify the means?" Wonder Woman retorted, her gaze meeting each one in turn. "When does one cross the line from surviving to becoming the very monster they fight?"

Their conversations, as diverse as their backgrounds, were tinged with their unique perspectives and judgments. Yet, despite their differences, a singular consensus was forming: Eren Yeager was a force unlike any they had ever seen, a force they could barely comprehend. All the while, Eren waited patiently, the faintest of smirks playing on his lips. His was a story of survival, a story where monsters were born, not from choice, but necessity.

Eren's voice cut through the conversation, drawing the attention of the gathered group. "You shouldn't worry about me sticking around too long," he began, his eyes reflecting a blend of resignation and acceptance, "Titan Shifters... we can only live for thirteen years. And I'm running out of time."

There was a weighty pause, and Eren looked down, his expression a complicated mix of sadness and determination. "My only concern," he continued, "is getting back to Historia... and our child."

The room fell silent. His admission rang in the air like a solemn bell tolling, a stark reminder of the sacrifices he had made. The group exchanged looks, the air filled with the raw intensity of Eren's declaration. His own mortality, his dedication to his loved ones, it all painted a more complicated picture of the enigma that was Eren Yeager.

Avallac'h, who had been observing the interaction from a distance, stepped forward. "We could attempt to open a portal to your world," he proposed, meeting Eren's gaze. There was a hint of regret in his voice as he added, "However, we don't know the current state of your world. We might be stepping into a war zone."

Pausing for a moment, Avallac'h glanced at the others in the room. They shared his hesitation and concern. It was impossible to predict what they might encounter on the other side of such a portal.

"Furthermore," Avallac'h continued, turning his attention back to Eren, "even if we are able to create a portal, it will take some time to gather the necessary resources and ensure it's safe. I'm afraid for the time being... you're stuck here."

His apology hung in the air, a tacit acknowledgement of Eren's ticking clock. There was a solemn understanding in the room. Despite all their power and capabilities, they were bound by the limitations of reality. Eren was running out of time, and they were racing against that inevitable end.

Eren simply nodded in response, his expression unreadable. "Thank you, Avallac'h," he said, his voice steady. There was a quiet strength in his words, an acceptance of the fate that hung over his head. "I appreciate your honesty."

With that, he turned away from the group. There was a weight to his every movement, each step echoing with the urgency of his limited time. As he walked towards his quarters, the others watched in silence. They had seen many things in their lives, faced many challenges, but there was something uniquely poignant about Eren's situation.

He was a man marked by time, bound to his fate in every conceivable timeline. And yet, he carried it with a quiet resolve, making the most of his existence while he still could. His determination was a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the inexorable march of time, even for beings as powerful as they were.

"What do we know about this… thing that gave ymir her powers?" Geralt asked. Breaking the silence.

Batman carefully listened to the information, a deep frown etched on his face. "The creature you're referring to, the Hallucigenia, was an ancient organism from our own prehistoric past. It's known for its strange form, a long body with spindly legs and spines. Here, it's extinct and was never known to possess such transformative powers."

"But in Eren's world," he continued, "you're saying this creature managed to survive all these years? It managed to bond with a human named Ymir, creating the first titan shifter? That's... fascinating."

Geralt, who brought up the topic, nodded. "That's the story, anyway. Ymir fell into a pool where the Hallucigenia resided. Instead of dying, she was transformed. She became something more. She was the first titan."

"An ancient creature bonding with a human, resulting in transformative powers... That's entirely unique. It appears this Hallucigenia creature in Eren's world evolved in a way we never could have predicted," Batman mused, his mind already working on the potential implications and theories. "This needs further examination."

…

The captive titan shifters, Reiner, Annie, Peik, and porko, found themselves in an uncomfortable situation. Held within a cell opposite to Eriden and his eerie associates, their days were filled with an unsettling silence punctuated by the piercing stares of the monstrous entities. Their glowing fiery eyes penetrated the darkness, causing an intense feeling of unease.

Yet, it wasn't their terrifying cellmates that consumed their minds the most. It was the revelations from Zeke, the double-crossing brother of Eren, and his true intentions that had their thoughts in a whirlwind. How could they have been so blind, so naive, to not see the deception in front of them? Each of them grappled with the weight of their own mistakes, the heaviness of their realization that they had been nothing more than pawns in Zeke's grand scheme. Their trust had been ruthlessly exploited, and now, they had to face the harsh truth of their situation. The consequences of their actions loomed over them, as their world view began to shatter, bit by bit.

Is it true... porko asks Reiner quietly... did they have no knowledge of the outside world? did his mother really get eaten... by his stepmother...?

"Yes," Reiner answered Galliard, his voice barely above a whisper. His expression was heavy with regret. "They were as ignorant of the outside world as we were of their plight."

He paused for a moment, swallowing hard as he added, "And his mother, Carla... she was killed by his stepmother, Dina Fritz, who had been turned into a titan. It's a cruel twist of fate."

His words hung in the air between them, adding more weight to the already oppressive atmosphere. The reality of their actions, their ignorance, and the consequences of their mission had never been more apparent. They had not only fought against their own people, but they had also indirectly contributed to the death of innocent lives, including Eren's mother. It was a reality that was hard to swallow, leaving a bitter taste in their mouths.

The eerie quiet was shattered by a harsh, mocking laugh from Eredin. The leader of the Wild Hunt leaned back against the cold, hard wall of the cell, his fiery eyes dancing with cruel amusement. "You think your situation is unique? We've been where you are. Trapped. Betrayed. Used as pawns in a much larger game."

His gaze darkened, turning introspective as he recounted their tale. "We once belonged to a world known as The Continent, living as ordinary elves. However, we died... once. Killed during the infamous Wild Hunt."

At this, he held up his hand, displaying the glimmering, ominous ring adorning his finger. "But death was not the end for us. A being known as Sauron resurrected us. He gave us these rings, Rings of Power," he paused, looking at the piece of cursed jewelry with a mix of reverence and loathing.

"These rings transformed us into spectral riders, leaders of the Wild Hunt. We were granted power, yet at the same time, we lost our identities. We became something... monstrous."

His eyes turned back to his captivated audience, his next words hanging heavy in the air. "But we weren't victims for long. We accepted our monstrous nature, we embraced it. And when you can do that..." Eredin's smile turned chilling, "you begin to realize that there are far worse things than death."

His gaze held theirs, compelling them to confront their own reality. "And know this, death is not the end. It is merely a transition. A doorway to another existence, another reality. Realities more terrifying than you can imagine."

His chilling words echoed in the confined space, painting their world with shades of grim reality they were only beginning to comprehend. It was an ugly reflection of their past actions and deeds, and an even more sinister prophecy of what they could become.

Eredin's gaze glinted ominously in the low light of the cell. "If you consider Eren to be a monster," he started, his voice echoing throughout the cold, quiet space, "then you have yet to comprehend the true meaning of the term."

Across the cell, the young mutant known as Nature Girl recoiled, as if in response to a memory or a feeling. Eredin noticed the reaction, a smirk playing at his lips. "Derreck... Ah, where do I begin?"

"Derreck," he began, letting the name hang heavy in the air, "possesses an ability that far outstrips any Titan. He is a Mimic, capable of copying any power, any skill, any knowledge merely by observing it. Think about it. The power to shake the very foundation of this cosmos with a mere touch. It's daunting...terrifying."

A shadow passed over Eredin's face, his voice lowering to a near whisper. "But his power comes with a heavy cost. He is incapable of feeling pain. While that might seem like an advantage, consider this. He cannot eat, cannot drink, cannot sleep. Nothing soothes him. Nothing nourishes him. He exists in a state of perpetual numbness."

Eredin's eyes glowed with a certain cruel delight as he continued, "And the most tragic part? Derreck cannot die. He has been locked in this state of existence for twenty-six years, and will continue to endure for eternity. Unkillable, undying."

The weight of his words hung in the chilling silence that followed. The mere idea of such a tortured existence was horrific to even consider. Eredin had painted a picture of a reality far darker than any they had known, and the implications of it were more monstrous than they could have ever imagined.

"Enough of your rambling, get to the point," Annie grumbled from the other cell, her face shrouded in the darkness.

Eredin's chuckle echoed throughout the stone chamber. "Very well," he conceded, his smirk never leaving his face. "The point, my dear Annie, is that the real threat you face isn't Eren... it's Derreck. He's a living nightmare, and yet, like all nightmares, he has a weakness."

The Wild Hunt leader's gaze hardened, his voice lowered to a menacing whisper. "His children, two infants who share his dreadful power. One of them is responsible for the chaos around us. She waved her little pink object around, and just like that, people from different worlds were brought to this insignificant universe."

He then leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with a malicious glint. "If you ever get out of here and want a fighting chance, you should seek them out. You see, despite everything, Derreck's one vulnerability is his love for his family. It's the only thing he truly fears, the only thing that can harm him. His love... that is his true Achilles heel."

As his words sank in, the silence that followed was deafening. The thought of facing a being as powerful as Derreck was terrifying, but the mere idea of targeting innocent children to exploit their father's love was even more horrifying.

Reiner, his eyes glassy and haunted, turned his gaze away from Eredin. The torment and guilt that he had been suppressing for so long seemed to pour out of him, and his voice shook as he spoke.

"You... you can do whatever you want. Hurt whomever you want," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. His hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palm as if he was trying to anchor himself to the reality of the situation.

"But I'm done," he continued, his voice steadily gaining strength. "I'm done killing, done hurting families..." He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat stubbornly refusing to budge. He finally turned back to Eredin, his eyes blazing with a newfound determination.

"You... you're the real monster here, not us. Not Eren, not Derreck, but you," he spat, his words echoing around the cell. The bitterness in his voice was palpable, the declaration a clear line drawn in the sand. Reiner was done being the villain, done causing pain and suffering. It was time for him to take a stand, even if it was from within a prison cell.

Eredin simply shrugged his shoulders, his face expressionless under the shadows cast by the cell bars. "Just something to think about," he said nonchalantly, his tone devoid of any emotion. The chill of his indifference seemed to hang in the air long after his words had been spoken.

Then Logan entered the prison, the sound of his boots echoing on the hard stone floor. His gaze was steely, stern, his words ringing out in the oppressive silence of the cell block. "Eren wishes to see you, Reiner. It wasn't an easy decision for him, but after some persuasion, he's decided to give you a chance to redeem yourself. He said you all still have a part to play in this..." He glanced pointedly at Annie, Pieck, and Galliard, his eyes almost daring them to try something. "The rest of you will follow me. And please, try not to cause any trouble."

The group of them trailed after Logan in silence, the oppressive tension only magnified by the uncertainty of what was to come. They were led into a lab, where Batman, Superman, Eren, Negan, and Maggie were waiting. They all looked serious, their gazes intense and determined.

Negan, with his ever-present smirk slightly dimmed, was the one to explain the situation. "We're going to need a little blood drawn, to confirm something," he said casually, as if he were asking them to hand over a pencil rather than pierce their skin.

Each of them, Annie, Pieck, Galliard and Reiner, were subjected to a small, stinging jab as a small vial of blood was drawn from them. There was a sense of trepidation in the air as the samples were prepared, examined under a microscope that projected the image onto a larger screen.

Everyone in the room watched as the screen revealed a multitude of refined microscopic organisms, wormlike creatures weaving in and out of the blood cells and nerves. A silence descended over them, the implications of what they were seeing sinking in. Their blood was infested with these parasites, and it was no doubt linked to their ability to transform into Titans. This discovery marked a new turn in their understanding of the Titan curse and the real horror of their situation.

Annie's voice broke the silence, the confusion evident in her tone. "What are we looking at?" she asked, her eyes glued to the disturbing display on the screen.

Eren, who had been watching the screen with a grim expression, finally spoke up. His voice was low, tinged with a somber note. "The parasite...," he said simply, drawing everyone's attention to him. "The one that has given us our Titan powers. Birthed from the original parasite that attached itself to Ymir."

The weight of his words hung in the air. The microscopic organisms they were looking at weren't just a simple part of their biology. They were an integral part of the curse that had been bestowed upon them, the monstrous force that had shaped their lives and the history of their world. The image on the screen was not just a curiosity. It was a living testament to their curse, a visual representation of the nightmare they lived with every day.

Releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding, Eren continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was an animal, a survivor from an age on our world that originated from our world's oceans..."

The room went silent as everyone took in his words. Eren's gaze was fixated on the microscopic images projected on the screen, a solemn expression on his face. "A species that nearly died out, all except for one..."

He swallowed, his throat dry. "And it's aware of its surroundings." The implications of Eren's words hung heavy in the air. They were not just dealing with an ancient organism, but a sentient one - a parasite that had, against all odds, survived extinction and had been manipulating them all along. The realization was chilling, sending a shiver down the spines of everyone present.

Piek's voice echoed through the silence of the lab, tension palpable. She clenched her fists at her sides, her question hanging heavy in the air.

"So... we weren't the spawn of devils?!" she asked, her voice escalating. "We were just infected with a worm all along?!"

Eren, despite the accusation in her tone, nodded his head calmly, his gaze never leaving her. "Yes," he said, his voice firm yet laced with a sense of resignation. "That's the truth. We were all victims of a parasite. Not devils, not monsters... just unfortunate victims of circumstance." The finality in his tone suggested he'd come to terms with this grim reality a long time ago.

A stunned silence enveloped the room as Eren's words sunk in. Piek stood frozen, her brown eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, her defiant posture from before now replaced with shock.

Reiner's expression was one of mixed feelings. His face was a complex array of emotions, shock, relief, and frustration mingling together. He had spent most of his life hating himself, viewing himself as a devil, and now, learning that it was all because of a parasite was hard to digest.

Annie, on the other hand, looked at Eren with a cold, hard stare, her pale eyes flickering with anger and disbelief. Her hands clenched into tight fists, as if physically holding onto her simmering rage.

Galliard, unlike the others, wore an unreadable expression. His eyes were narrowed, and he glanced between Eren and the others as if trying to piece together a puzzle. His jaw tightened, reflecting his internal struggle to accept this revelation.

All of them had known loss, pain, and fear - all in the name of a cause that was built on a lie. The truth, it seemed, was not a relief, but a revelation that opened up old wounds and begged the question - what now?

Eren turned to Reiner, his face impassive. "I'm telling you this, Reiner," he started slowly, "so you all can stop blaming yourselves for every horror that our world suffered." He paused for a moment, his gaze intense. "We are not devils, nor monsters. We are just victims of a parasite. Victims of a fate we never chose."

His eyes flickered towards Batman and Superman for a brief moment before he continued, "And quite frankly, I'm tired of the anger... the hatred. It's draining and it gets us nowhere."

A weary sigh left his lips, the strain of the past few years etched deeply in his eyes. "In this world, with all the advanced technology they have... Maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to remove the parasite. And this time, it won't have to end in death."

Eren's gaze fell on each of the four warriors, a strange mixture of hope and sadness etched in his features. "We have a chance here, to undo the curse of our world. But we have to do it together."

In the weighty silence that followed Eren's words, it was Reiner who first moved. The warrior's eyes held a spark of something that hadn't been there before – the faint glimmer of hope. Slowly, deliberately, he reached for the Eldian band around his arm, the symbol of a past filled with deception and despair.

As he removed it, he could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on him. Placing the band on the table, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "I accept," he stated, his voice more resolute than they'd heard in a while. "I want to believe... in this hope."

The room held its breath, watching as one by one, the others followed suit. Pieck, Galliard, Annie... Each one removed their Eldian band, placing it next to Reiner's. There was hesitation in their movements, a lingering uncertainty. But as they let go of the bands, it felt as though they were discarding a part of a life that had been dominated by fear and loathing.

Tears welled up in some of their eyes, the enormity of the moment sinking in. The life they had known was now behind them. And with it, perhaps, the ghosts of their past. As they looked at each other, there was a shared understanding, a silent agreement. They would take this leap of faith together, towards a future where they were more than just victims of their fate.