Azrael Kills The DC Universe

by Yin Yang Angel 663

A short story I came up with using AI about Jean Paul Valley aka Azrael who has recently gained the power to break the 4th wall and come to the realization he is a comic book character in a world that is manipulated by people outside of his own reality. Upset with this realization, Azrael decides to kill off the DC Universe. I do not own any of these characters.

I am Azrael, and I am the last one standing in the DC Universe. But it wasn't always like this. There was a time when I fought alongside the other heroes to protect this world. But that all changed when I gained the ability to break the fourth wall.

At first, it was exciting. I could see beyond the pages of our comic book world and into the real world. But as I delved deeper, I discovered the horrifying truth. We were all just pawns in the game of the writers, the ones who call themselves 'Social Justice Warriors.' They could toy with our lives with just a single scribble of their pens.

I couldn't let this continue. The degeneracy in our world had to be purged. And so, I made it my mission to kill every single member of the DC Universe, no matter how powerful they were.

It started with Superman, the man of steel. I knew that his weakness was Kryptonite, so I lured him into a trap. As he weakened, I plunged my sword into his chest, ending his life.

Next was his son Jon Kent. I knew that he was vulnerable to magic, so I used my dark magic to rip his soul out of his body. It was a gruesome and painful death, but it had to be done.

Batman was a difficult target. He was smart and always prepared for any situation. But I knew that his greatest weakness was his love for his family. So, I killed his son Damian, then his wife Catwoman, and finally, I broke him by killing his favorite protege, Robin. With his heart shattered, I had an easy kill.

The rest of the Bat family fell one by one. Nightwing, Batgirl, Red Hood, and even Catwoman were no match for me. I took them out strategically, using their weaknesses against them.

The Flash was a challenge, but I knew that his speed came at a cost. He could only run for a limited time before exhausting himself. So, I manipulated him into running continuously until he collapsed, and then I snapped his neck.

Green Lantern and the Green Lantern Corps were easy targets once I got my hands on a yellow power ring. Their willpower was useless against the fear it instilled in them.

Wonder Woman and the entire island of Themiscyra fell to my sword. I even killed their god of war, Ares, and took his sword of chaos for my own.

Martian Manhunter was a formidable foe, but I used my knowledge of his true form to my advantage. I set him on fire, knowing that it was his greatest fear, and killed him when he was at his weakest.

But it wasn't just the heroes who fell to my wrath. I also took out the villains, who were just as dangerous in their own ways. The Joker, with his chaotic mind, fell easily to my sword. Harley Quinn tried to seduce me, but I saw through her tricks and stabbed her through the heart. I burned Poison Ivy alive, knowing that she wouldn't be able to control me with her plant life. Lex Luthor was no match for my dark magic, and Sinestro's powers were useless against my sword. Gorilla Grodd met his end at the hand of his own kind, as I turned his army of gorillas against him. Darkseid's Omega Beams were no match for my sword of chaos, and I used his own power against him. Even Killer Frost and Cheetah, with their deadly abilities, were no match for my determination.

But the one who intrigued me the most was Brainiac. His superior intellect and technology were impressive, but I knew that his greatest weakness was his ego. So, I challenged him to a battle of wits, and when he underestimated me, I used his own weapons to destroy him.

As I walk through the streets, looking for my next target, I can hear the cries of the people, begging for mercy. But I will grant them none. They were all just pawns in the hands of the writers. And I will make sure that their reign of terror ends.

As I sit on the ledge, overlooking the destroyed city, I admit that I have enjoyed the thrill of the kill. But it was all for a greater purpose. I am building my strength, honing my skills, so that one day, I can break through the pages of this comic book world and enter the real world.

I will find the writers who have toyed with us, who have played with our lives for their own amusement. And I will make them pay for their sins.

For now, I remain in this world, the last man standing. But one day, I will break free, and the writers will tremble at the sight of me. For I am Azrael, and I will not rest until justice is served.