Spider-Man: The King in Black – Part 6
The Wrath of the All-Black
The dust settled around Thor and Bruce, leaving them battered, their breaths coming in shallow gasps. Their combined assault had been fierce, fueled by every ounce of strength they could muster, but it had barely made a dent. And as the haze cleared, their eyes fell upon a towering figure draped in black armor, smoke curling off the darkened surface of his shield.
The shield retracted smoothly back into his arm, melting into the living armor with an eerie fluidity. A low, mocking laugh filled the air, resonant and sharp. Peter's eyes glowed with a twisted, crimson light as he tilted his head, looking down at the two with a mixture of contempt and amusement.
"Is that all?" he taunted, his voice echoing with the cold, ancient malice of Knull himself. The words hung in the air, a reminder of their hopelessness.
Slowly, Peter raised his hand, stretching his fingers. The darkness that encased his body rippled, shifting and coiling around his hand like smoke, dense and cold. The very air seemed to recoil, darkening as the symbiote's energy gathered in his palm, forming the shape of a blade. But this was no ordinary weapon.
The sword was forged from a nightmarish, blackened essence, its edges sharp as a razor and seemingly endless, as if it extended into a void beyond comprehension. The All-Black. The most powerful symbiote weapon in existence, a blade capable of severing gods from the heavens, a weapon once wielded to slay celestials.
The All-Black glistened with a strange, ominous allure, absorbing all light around it, casting Peter in a deep shadow as he held it aloft. A single swing of this weapon could end gods, rip apart the cosmos, annihilate anything it touched. And now, it was in the hands of a Spider-Man who had cast aside every last shred of mercy.
Thor's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight, a flicker of dread passing over his face. He recognized the weapon from whispered legends, tales spoken only in hushed tones on Asgard.
"By Odin's beard…" Thor murmured, clutching Mjolnir tightly, his grip unwavering despite the awe—and the fear—in his gaze. "The All-Black… the blade forged by Knull himself."
Bruce took a step back, his face contorted with a rare mix of shock and fury. "So that's it, Parker? You've really thrown away everything to become… this?"
Peter's lips twisted into a dark smile, his eyes never leaving Thor and Bruce. "Thrown away? No. I've finally embraced who I am. What I was always meant to be."
With a fluid, deadly grace, he raised the All-Black, the blade gleaming with a dark hunger, as though it pulsed with a life of its own, eager to drink the blood of those who opposed him.
"Enough talk," Peter said, his voice an icy whisper. "It's time you both joined the rest."
In a flash, Peter lunged, the All-Black slicing through the air with a deadly swiftness. Thor met the swing with Mjolnir, the two weapons colliding in a clash of raw power. Sparks flew as the godly hammer and the dark blade struck each other, and the sheer force of the impact sent a shockwave through the room, cracking walls, and shattering the floor beneath their feet.
Thor's muscles strained as he held his ground, Mjolnir vibrating in his hands. "You wield a god-slaying weapon, Peter. But even you cannot destroy the thunder."
Peter's grin widened as he pressed harder, pushing Thor back step by step. "Let's test that theory, shall we?"
Thor braced himself, digging his heels into the ground as he pushed back with all his might. But Peter twisted his wrist, swinging the All-Black with an agility and ferocity that was almost impossible to counter. The sword moved like a dark river, swift and unstoppable. Thor parried, blocked, and dodged, but Peter's strikes came faster and faster, each one growing more precise, more lethal.
The All-Black carved through steel and stone, leaving a trail of obliteration in its wake. Finally, Peter feinted to the left, and in that split second, Thor's guard dropped. Peter drove the All-Black toward him, a blow aimed directly at his chest.
Before the blade could connect, a massive green fist intercepted, knocking Peter to the side. The Hulk roared, his voice a thunderous bellow as he stepped between Peter and Thor.
"You won't lay a hand on him, Parker!" Bruce growled, his voice deep and powerful.
Peter stumbled back, regaining his balance effortlessly. He looked up, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he straightened. "Hulk… you're just delaying the inevitable."
Bruce's lips curled back in a snarl. "If it means giving Thor a fighting chance, then I'll delay all day."
Without another word, the Hulk charged, his fists swinging with relentless power. He struck Peter head-on, the force of his blows shaking the ground beneath them. Peter staggered under the onslaught, but the All-Black wrapped around him like a shield, absorbing the worst of Hulk's assault.
Bruce growled, his fists slamming against Peter's armor, sending reverberations through the symbiote. But Peter remained unyielding, his form adapting, bending, absorbing every hit with a disturbing resilience.
Finally, with a swift movement, Peter swung the All-Black in an upward arc, catching the Hulk in the chest. The blade left a thin, smoking wound—a wound that shouldn't have been possible. Bruce's eyes widened in shock as pain seared through him.
"You feel that?" Peter sneered, his voice cold as he watched Bruce stagger. "The All-Black's hunger for life itself. You're not immune to it, Hulk."
With a guttural roar, Bruce swung again, his fists coming down in a powerful arc. But Peter sidestepped with inhuman speed, the All-Black moving like an extension of his arm. He drove the blade forward, sinking it deep into Bruce's side.
The Hulk howled in agony as the sword tore into him, the dark energy radiating through his body, weakening him. His strength began to fade, his knees buckling as he fought to stand.
Thor, watching in horror, called upon every ounce of his power, summoning a storm that darkened the skies above. Lightning crackled around him, illuminating the room as he raised Mjolnir high.
"For Asgard! For Midgard!" Thor cried, his voice ringing out like thunder.
With a furious roar, Thor unleashed a torrent of lightning, directing every bolt toward Peter. The symbiote armor shrieked as the electricity surged through it, momentarily weakening the All-Black's hold. Peter gritted his teeth, the energy searing through him, but he held his ground, his eyes blazing with an unholy light.
"You think this can stop me?" Peter growled, his voice laced with fury.
In a swift, brutal motion, Peter spun, swinging the All-Black toward Thor. The blade carved through the air, cutting through the lightning itself, slicing toward the god of thunder.
Thor raised Mjolnir to block the strike, but the force of Peter's blow was unlike anything he had ever faced. The All-Black crashed into Mjolnir, and with a deafening crack, the unthinkable happened—the hammer shattered, fragments scattering across the room.
Thor staggered, his eyes wide with shock as he looked at the remnants of Mjolnir in his hand.
Peter chuckled darkly, his voice a low, mocking whisper. "Your thunder is finished, Thor. Now… you fall."
With a final, vicious strike, Peter drove the All-Black forward, the blade piercing through Thor's chest. The god's eyes widened, his body going still as the darkness of the All-Black flooded through him, consuming him from within.
Thor fell to his knees, his gaze lifting to meet Bruce's as the Hulk staggered forward, fighting through the pain. Bruce reached out, a final, desperate attempt to save his friend.
But Peter merely watched, his expression cold and unfeeling, as the All-Black's dark power took its toll. Thor's eyes fluttered shut, his body slumping as the darkness claimed him.
The Hulk's roar filled the room, a sound of pure anguish and rage as he lunged at Peter one last time.
But Peter, the King in Black, stood ready, the All-Black in hand, waiting for the final blow.