GODAMNED PROCRASTINATION AND WRITERS BLOCK CAN BOTH- on second thought, it's better left unsaid.
I just realized how fucking huge DC is like damn. The number of characters and plots in it is damn near confusing and it's a challenge.
I have almost no idea how to continue amidst all the chaos, but this is probably my chance to shine.
But I'm not one to back down from a challenge.
Sorry for the late update. I'd rather not spew garbage at you guys super fast but I'll take my time with this and prioritize quality.
By the way, thank you so FUCKING MUCH FOR THE FAVS AND FOLLOWS I MEAN THAT.
A black-haired young man in an impossibly impeccable suit stood in the vacuum of space gazing at a nebula.
He stood in the vacuum of space.
Space was a thick void of nothingness, with absolute silence dominating its vast expanses and temperatures dropping to near absolute zero, yet he stood.
He moved his hands from behind his back and danced them around as if leading an invisible orchestra.
His hands moved erratically and the nebula moved to his whims and shrunk- nay, compressed and became a dense cloud of gasses.
His hands moved faster as if approaching the peak of the symphony and below him in the inky black vastness of space the nebula collapsed.
It fell in on itself as it could not bear its own weight and at the center, the weight was immense and unimaginable. The center collapsed and the heat grew beyond imagination and the heat grew and grew until the core became inconceivably dense and hot.
His hands blurred and sweat dripped down his temple as his eyes closed, and his being enveloped by the deaf music of existence.
With a snap, the kinetic energy in the core was multiplied as the hydrogen atoms broke down their repulsion and fused into helium initiating nuclear fusion.
The nebula formed into a sphere but his job was not yet done, he fine-tuned the immense gravitational force of the nebula and the energy it released stabilizing it.
Then finally- it spun.
The cloud of gasses now compressed into a sphere that fell under its own weight onto its core realized immense energy and produced nuclear fusion and with the final touch, it spun.
There- in the vast emptiness a star was born.
He cut the choir and the deaf music ended.
Congratulations!
Title
Light Bringer
Granted!
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Space
9:47 PM
A Star.
The handiwork of Lucifer.
It is a marvel to look at, though very hard to. It shines with the power of a trillion nuclear bombs every second.
It is hundreds of billions of times more efficient than any nuclear reactors that humans have made. And any Kryptonian who feeds off of it is made godly. They feed off a self-sustaining nuke that makes them more powerful than any Viltrumite. Stars are in a way what makes the Universe go round.
Does the Universe spin? And if it did how- you know what, I'm going to leave those questions for another day.
But I didn't want Kryptonian strength, I would dominate of my merit. And that may have been my Viltrumite pride speaking, but I'll let it speak.
I shook my head to get away from my thoughts- and looked at my progress so far.
Beneath me, my newly birthed star shone brightly.
It was a Blue Hypergiant, the most massive and luminous star in the universe, it was around 100 times the mass of the Sun on Earth and shines millions of times stronger. And it produced more energy too.
I made a fucking star.
Give me a medal already.
But I didn't need a sun, I had made one just to test the limits of my abilities and now I had a new source of energy but I wanted an edge over this Universe, I wanted something unexpected.
But on to that later first I needed to kill a certain rocky big bad.
So, the number 1 on my list of things I need to do to kill Darkseid is to ensure my strength and safety first.
Now the most prominent thing to obtain was immortality, not the cheap off-brand physical immortality. I wanted my soul and body to live forever or if my body was destroyed I could come back under any circumstance.
Number 2 I needed to create or gain an army capable of fighting the army of Apokolips.
Number 3 is to conquer whatever is rest and claim it for myself.
And finally, all that is left is to and this is optional, look into the Omega Effect. I mean to my understanding it's Darkseid's source of power and is connected to the Source. Hence, it's understandably unfathomably powerful, and so it might give me an edge over everyone else. It's going to be useful because if it can make Uxas the farmer a literal God of evil then- I mean it speaks for itself.
I looked around at the void and I surprisingly wasn't the biggest fan of space or black voids in general, the time I spent over there in the dark I...I wouldn't wish that upon even my worst enemy. But It did have a charm to it, the sparkle of countless stars in every direction each light-years farther than they seemed and each having a planet full of people. At times like these, I realized my goal's tenaciousness, but I wasn't one to shy away from challenges.
Main Quest Unlocked!
To Slay Evil
You have been wronged by an egotistical tyrant. To kill and get revenge on him you have to take the smartest path but also the most satisfying path.
Main Objectives:
Number 1: You first need to secure your life so to do that you need to first get stronger but also gain immortality.
Number 2: Create an army to contend and dominate Apokolips
Number 3: Claim Apokolips as your own
Bonus Objectives:
Omega Me: Look into and study the Omega Effect and potentially claim it for yourself
Not Yours Anymore: Bed and make his Daughter and Wife fall in love with you
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Rewards:
Title: God Of Apokolips
1.5M EXP
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Failure:
Death/Slavery
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Apokolips
Darkseid's Throne Room
Anissa's heart rapidly beat in her chest; she would still shake every time his gaze landed on her. She tried to make her breathing as quiet as possible but her lungs felt as if they would never take in enough air so her gasps for air were visibly heard.
His malevolent red eyes were tracking each one of them…observing. His expression and tone were pure hostility but when was it not? However, it was the aura and gaze that made her feel like an ant beneath a boot. As if she was only alive on his whims- that terrified her and angered her to no end.
"I trust that you know that your comrades have been slain." He rumbled.
The assembled Viltrumites stared at each other, confusion evident on their faces, before a brave soul spoke up. "What did they do to anger you?"
"I did not have the pleasure of eradicating their miserable existence." The silence grew.
"We- we did not know my liege." The same man said that out of either stupidity or gall, she couldn't tell.
"Well, now you do. But what intrigued me was the being who killed-"
"Who killed them?" The man spoke and this time it was confirmed that he spoke out of stupidity.
ZHOOM! SLISH!
"AHHHH!"
"Silence."
ZHOOM!
She flinched as she heard the beam of energy cut through flesh and the scream of pure agony and said scream was quickly silenced.
"Do not interrupt my liege again, worms." Desaad hissed from the side of Darkseid, his sickly visage always present.
She felt her heart squeeze in her chest and deep down Anissa knew she was right to fear him.
"Now one of you slaves will tell me how there is another one of you ruling an empire that spans a star systemand why it has a mother boxin its possession." His voice echoed throughout the room.
Silence rang through the empty room and the tension was palpable, he sat on his throne with half-lidded eyes.
"We- we don't know sir, but if you would show us then we can figure out who it is." Kregg stammered.
Darkseid waved his hand and a holographic image appeared in front of them showcasing someone.
A sharp gasp echoes cut through the silence. "Mark?" A voice clamored.
"You." Desaad pointed to someone in the crowd behind her. He waved his hand and in response, a body was flung to the front of the crowd and was suspended in the air.
It was Nolan, a well-respected and powerful Viltrumite and a powerful person even on Apokolips.
"What connection do you have with the boy?" Darkseid ordered.
"I don't know him, sire," Nolan grimaced in pain.
ZHOOM! SLISH!
"AHHHHH!" His hand was gone, it was a cauterized stump that simply ceased to exist, and the smell of cooked flesh and ozone flooded her nose.
"Lie to me again and I will take your arm, worm." He growled.
Nolan clutched the stump to his chest, curled his knees to his chest, and muffled the scream of agony that rocked his throat.
"Take him away, I will speak to him later." He ordered.
"Yes sir," Desaad responded.
"All of you, be gone." They rose from their spot on the floor and all flew out the entrance to his throne room hurriedly.
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Earth
3:36 PM
The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.
It was hilarious that all the time I had spent in my first life reading comics, watching shows about those comics about fake people and aliens and their adventures and lives. Just to thrust into their world. What was funny was the fact that this world was now all surreal when I was younger, oh how I wished to run along the Scarlet Speedster, how I wished to fly in the sky with the Man of Steel.
My feet settled on a meteorite in the asteroid belt not too far from my sun, I could feel the ores embedded in it.
But that wasn't the reality of it now was it? Instead, I was alone plotting to ensure my survival. I was fighting tooth and nail to live to see the world from the peak, uncaring of how many hands I would have to step on to reach the summit.
The world that is shown through the lens of writers is not the same as being pushed into the same world and having to survive there with the threat of a mugging and murder in Gotham, and the threat of an alien invasion in Metropolis.
I stretched out my arms and brought a dozen meteors to a still all the ores and material in them all present to me. What would I need?
The world was closer to its end than ever before in human history and the masses entrusted the future of civilization to a handful of exceptionally flawed- not even humans, though that was never an issue right?
Oh, humanity, how ignorant you are. Though it is a mercy. You as you are now could not comprehend all the unfathomable monsters lying in the murky inky depth of infinity. Humanity, you need better, though I can provide for you.
I pity them, but is it my place to be their protector? Guardian? Is it my place to hold their hand and guide them into the future? I could become their God. I will live for whoever knows how long and I could be there for them in their time of need.
But it's too late. Wars, famine, corrupted leaders, and chaos all over the world with meta-humans that not even the military can handle. They need a reset, just a meteor, boom, then start over and restart. The world anew for me to guide them.
I pity them.
That's enough for now. I need to focus on the task at hand, I looked around at the frozen meteors, all world-ending meteors. I closed my eyes and extracted all the materials I would need.
'Matter Manipulation'
The dozen asteroids I held in place bent and transformed to my will as they all flew and came into and came together to form a grayish massive spherical shape that resembled a moon. The ores in the asteroids morphed and transformed into whatever I needed. The technological moon entailed a series of defense mechanisms, It had several defense systems, several atomic missiles, and laser systems, and if it came to be needed then it could teleport. The inside though was massive, I had several oxygen and breathable air generators, an extensive filtration system, and heat and cooling systems that ensured a stable temperature. The soil that I had made could grow fresh food on board and the water was plenty abundant.
The massive arc reactor at the center powered all the systems and the weapons on board, but that wasn't enough for me.
'Matter Manipulation'
The asteroids bent to my will and before my eyes, they transformed into a swarm of mirrors not just regular mirrors though. They were a Dyson Swarm, a Dyson Swarm is similar to making a giant bubble around a star using many little mirrors or solar panels. These mirrors float in space and catch the sunlight, then send that energy back to my moon so I can use it. I used Gravity Manipulation to drag them with me to my Star, I stopped where the heat would not have that much effect on me and then I positioned the swarm around it and waited.
I flew to my makeshift technological moon, took a deep breath, and felt my lungs expand, the air was so clean that I could hear my lungs sing for more.
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Hall Of Justice
It's a shame how underwhelmingly easy it was to break into places at times, I expected more, in a way it was shameful how easy it is to break into The Hall Of Justice.
Though the real base of operations is the Watchtower the hall was still needed as a disguise but there were some uses for it.
Such as housing prisoners.
"Who are you, boy?"
The one I was looking for asked as I stood in front of a clear glass cell containing perhaps one of the more useful people on the planet.
I looked at him through the glass.
Vandal Savage.
The man who single-handedly guided the history of humanity, he had been around since before writing was devised, he has been all sorts of historical figures, he has been Ghenghis Khan, Julius Caesar, Blackbeard, and Alexander The Great.
"That is not of your concern at the moment, Savage," I said, looking around at his cell. "But you do have something I want," I said.
"Oh, really now? Well at the moment I don't have anything as you can see I'm in a tough position."
"You might want to watch out for this." I placed my palms flat on it and pushed. It shattered away quite easily showering him in glass. The cuts and scrapes that appeared on him disappeared just as quickly as they appeared.
Good.
He looked at me in shock and asked once more, "Who are you?"
"As I said before that is not your concern at the moment. What you should focus on is what you owe me now." I said.
"What do I owe you?"
"Freedom. You owe me your freedom."
"And why do you think that I could not have escaped from my own doing? Or why do you think I owe you anything?"
My hands blurred to his hand and I lightly squeezed his hand. It exploded in a bloody shower of bone and flesh.
He fell to his knees beneath me and gritted his teeth to suppress a cry of agony.
I squeezed once more and he let out not a peep.
I crouched down to his eye level. "I'm impressed, a lesser man would have been begging for mercy or have been wailing like a banshee in pain."
"I am not a lesser man."
"Respectable. But let's cut to the chase."
At this, I moved and ripped off his hand and tossed it in his inventory.
"You owe me a favor now Vandal Savage, but for now enjoy your freedom while you can, and if you tell anyone of me I will know and I will not hesitate to find and butcher you," I said from his position above him.
I blurred and disappeared like a ghost. Vandal gritted his teeth, clutched his hands, and ran for it vowing to find out who that was.
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Mark's Death Star
DNA.
I'm sure most of you know what that is but you don't really understand it.
It is the code in a cell that tells it what to do, how to do it, and when to do it, and when a cell divides itself the DNA is copied and implanted into the other cell.
But Vandal Savages?
It knew which DNA was damaged and how to fix them and it knew how to sew itself back together on a mass scale.
But better yet? It adapted.
My cells and DNA do that on their own but I needed more time and energy. His body did it almost instantaneously. To make sure of this I denatured a sample of his DNA but in response, it stitched itself back together. This wasn't a body part or a cell but building blocks of his body fixed themselves.
I needed it.
I stared at the vial of bright red blood and ran the diagnostics for the umpteenth time. I was given a high chance of survival at 82% as a Viltrumite but it still gave a failure margin of 12%. I doubted I would die as a result.
I clapped my hands to my face and shook my head, I glanced at the pod that fit my body and physique, stepped into it, and eased my body into it.
I tensed myself as I felt the pod turn on, beams of pure condensed plasma cut through my skin and I gritted my teeth as the syringes plunged into the holes left on my body. I felt the liquid being pumped into my veins and the-
Pain.
Indescribable pain.
Painpainpainpain.
I heard screaming.
My throat hurts. Was that my voice? I felt my blood boiling and my body shook uncontrollably, my voice was raw and painful. My vision went blank and my nerves felt raw and burnt.
The pain ate away at my consciousness like fire and I could barely make a conscious thought.
I felt a cold touch caress my being and saw a pale hand caress my soul.
I looked.
Name: Death
HP: Irrelevant
MP: Irrelevant
Level: Need Not Apply
Age: Need Not Apply
Race: Endless
Occupation: Psychopomp
Title: Death Of The Endless
Affiliations: The Endless, Father Time, Mother Night, The Souls of Existence
Alignment: True Neutral
Attributes
Strength: Incalculable
Vitality: Incalculable
Dexterity: Incalculable
Charisma: Incalculable
Intelligence: Incalculable
Wisdom: Incalculable
Luck: Incalculable
Bio
Can't have you look at that now can I?
BULLSHIT BULLSHIT.
My eyes popped out of my head, my jaw dropped and my mind screeched to a halt.
She smiled at me.
My heart stopped.
Words failed to capture the ineffable beauty of the being in front of me. My mind stumbled and crashed like a flaming dumpster.
Position, time, and reason all lost meaning as I descended into madness.
She was the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever had the privilege of seeing. Tears graced my eyes when I beheld her magnificence and I reached out to grasp her hand.
Our hands met. Her hands were soft, cold, and beautiful. I stared at the black hole that was her and her beauty. And she smiled once more.
My heart beat once more.
Her smile put peace into my body, a weariness I never knew was lifted from me, and in that moment I found joy.
Her hand tightened on mine and pulled. Pulled to the dimension behind her. She beckoned me to go with her.
I was tempted. I ran through the situation in my head and very nearly crossed the abyss with her.
Nearly.
But I let her hand go.
My very soul cried out in anguish and demanded blood for the one who had brought it to Nirvana.
She looked back once more.
"Come back soon."
I was complete.
Her voice was the choir of angels in heaven. I could hear them cry out as though God himself had returned. I could listen to it for all of eternity. She made heat rush to my face and a smile broke across my face.
But just like that she was gone.
That was bullshit.
Utter fucking bullshit.
I felt dizzy. I felt more nausea than I had any right to feel I could not make sense of the world
In an instant, I shrugged off the pod and broke my way out of it. I looked at my own hands. I had gained a bit of muscle mass.
"Computer, give me a mirror, please."
The wall to my right suddenly shimmered and now I could see my reflection.
My eyes trace the contours of my body, from the now-better-defined muscles of my shoulders and arms to the firm lines of my chest and abs. I flex slightly, and my muscles tighten, standing out even more. I notice the veins subtly running down my biceps. My gaze moves down to my legs, strong and toned.
I float off the floor before looking for my clothes. I quickly found them and put them on.
At least I got what I wanted.
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Metropolis City
December 14th
3:16 PM
The sound of thunder echoed and a blue and red blur zoomed through the sky.
Rest and Relaxation. That was what I was here for.
I was idly walking through the streets of Metropolis, attempting to forget the events that had transpired recently. I was pent-up and confused, the girl I left at the brothel unconscious could attest to that.
Now where would I find Relaxation?
Normally I would be training but I needed a realbreak.
So a spa?
No, they would probably break their fingers on my body.
I released a sigh and entered a bar, the door creaking signifying my entrance.
I looked around at the bar, it was a bit nice but not the best. I took up a booth at the front.
I slammed a wad of bills down and ordered a bottle of Vodka. No comments were made on my age as to them I looked at least 24 and had a full beard.
The bartender snatched the bills I laid on the counter and slid me the bottle of Vodka which I promptly downed in one gulp. The taste of it hardly tickled my throat and my body couldn't get tipsy but the taste and smell were comforting.
"Don't you think it's a bit early to be drinking that much, mate?" I heard a voice to my left. I ignored it until I had finished my drink and placed the bottle down before asking for another.
"It depends on your definition of early then," I responded.
"Well, then mate now's the perfect time ain't it." The man was quite amused. I took a moment to look at him and he was a blonde with a brown trenchcoat and a roguish charm to him.
"Truer words have never been spoken." I laughed.
"But what brings you here for this drink?"
"Relaxation if I'm being honest. I saw a fine beauty yesterday and asked myself what am I doing? So I came here to find out."
"You think you'll find out in the bloody city of Superman?"
"Eh- it was either that or Gotham and it's not very bright over there."
I cracked my knuckles and downed another bottle.
"Plus with all the batshit crazy psychos over there, Metropolis was the clear winner."
He pulled a bottle and two glasses from his trench coat, poured what I presumed to be alcohol, and slid me a glass.
"Try that on for size mate. It has a little more kick to it than this tap water they serve here."
I took the glass and swallowed it in one gulp. I immediately stifled a cough as my throat burned and my lungs heaved, I felt the warm fuzziness engulf me.
"Wow, that's…something."
"Yeah, tell me about it," he downed and shook his head. "Now, mate, how about you and I ditch this shitty bar. I know a better place."
"Do they serve this stuff over there?"
"They serve stronger."
I smiled and beckoned to the entrance and he followed before leading the way.
"By the way, I never got your name," I asked
"John Constantine." Was the curt reply.
Shitshitshitshit.
Just my luck, I meet fucking Death of the Endless, and next, I meet John fucking Constantine himself.
Name: John Constantine
HP: 23,468/23,468
MP: 32,178/32,178
Level: 37
Age: 34
Race: Human
Occupation: Occult Detective
Title: Hellblazer
Affiliations: Justice League, Dark The Trenchcoat Brigade, Justice Society Of America
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Attributes
Strength: 234
Vitality: 521
Dexterity: 472
Charisma: 382
Intelligence: 28,782
Wisdom: 17,891
Luck: 681
Outwardly my face revealed nothing and I nodded along.
"Names Roy Mustang by the way. What brings you here though?"
The sounds of traffic and people consumed the city, skyscrapers at every glance and the streets clean and the air fresh.
"Huh, well I'm here on some work business but if it was up to me I'd be back home with a beaut wrapped around me, hell, I'm not the biggest fan of Superman or Metropolis." He fixed his collar and scratched his beard.
"What you don't like-"
Screeeech!
I was cut off by an ungodly screech that seemed to belong to a varmint God had forgotten to kill off.
I looked up to see a flaming car flying toward me and before I could move out of the way or react a glowing gold magical barrier blocked the car.
I looked at John and saw him dismiss the barrier.
"Your- you're a magician?"
I still had to put up the ruse of being normal.
"Yes, I am a magician." He said, "Now get to safety!" He yelled before disappearing in a flicker of magic.
I scanned the surroundings with my gaze and was met with burning wreckage. Buildings burned and wrecked, the irritating sound of something screeching. Cars were upturned, people scrambling and running, stampeding others that had the unfortunate luck to fall to the ground and some stuck under large pieces of rubble.
I looked for a trace of Superman or the Justice League but none was in sight.
I then saw the source of the screams. Aliens- Parademons, armored in gold-yellow metallic plates that covered their whole bodies and wings erupting from their back. They didn't discriminate, the smell of blood was thick in the air and I could make out through the smoke that citizens were being ripped apart and eaten alive.
Wait. Parademons mean Darkseid.
Wonderful.
I have a debt that needs to be repaid.
Screeeech!
The unpleasant sound came from behind me, I turned to look and saw a Parademon flying towards me with its mouth open, showing me its rather extensive array of canines that could easily rip through flesh.
But as far as I was concerned it was moving through time in slow motion, so I took my time and walked toward it and opened its jaw wider and wider apart until I split its skull open, ignoring the blood pouring down onto my hands I punched through its chest and grabbed its still-beating heart before pulling it out and shoving it down the Parademons throat.
I slowed down my speed of thought and perception to a 'normal' speed and watched it explode in a mess of blood and gore.
I looked once more for Superman and when there was no sighting of him I sighed. I took to the skies, overlooked the city, and steeled myself.
'Matter Manipulation'
Out of the air, a suit assembled on me, a sleek, form-fitting blue and yellow outfit with an "I" symbol on the chest, designed for flexibility and durability to support my superhuman abilities.
It was Invincible's original suit, I had to pay homage to Mark in some way of course.
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Jimmy Olsen scurried away to hide underneath a turned-over desk. He took a deep calming breath and tried steading his shaking hands, he wiped the sweat from his brow and took another breath.
A deep animalistic growl sounded from behind him,t it vibrated in his chest. He heard the floor creak from the weight of the thing behind him.
BOOOM!
Jimmy was confused. He had seen some mind-bending things. He saw Superman, The Man Of Steel carrying buildings on his back and flying with impossible speed. He has seen Lex Luthor create machines that could hold their ground with veritable gods.
But for the life of him didn't know who this black and yellow man was. Said man was holding the head of a Parademon, he looked over to Jimmy as he dropped the head.
"Are you okay over there?"
"Umm, yeah-yeah I'm okay, but who are you?"
Jimmy was graced with a nod his way and just like that he was gone like a yellow wraith.
"Invincible. I'm Invincible."
That was the sentence left in the air.
Jimmy scrambled to the window to catch a look at him, and there he was flying and slaughtering Parademons with brutal and surgical accuracy. He was like a young Superman but his brutality spoke otherwise.
A smile escaped Jimmy's lips at the development.
Well, looks like Superman has some competition.