A blazing meteor streaked across the sky like a divine blade, tearing through the night with searing light. The inferno engulfed the heavens, illuminating the entire firmament and banishing the shadows. Clouds burned as if drenched in oil, glowing crimson as the fireball descended.
No one expected this.
Not Tony Stark. Not Steve Rogers. Not even the seasoned strategists within the Avengers.
Mephisto had summoned a meteor.
Simultaneously, at various global institutions—including NASA, NORAD, and the Air Force—the meteor's presence triggered every alarm.
Red lights blared. Monitors flashed in crimson panic. Communications channels burst into chaos.
At NASA's command center, the director—an overweight, balding man with stress lines etched deep into his face—was already on the verge of a breakdown. He stood trembling in the middle of the control room, clutching a tablet, his voice cracking with rage.
"What the hell is going on?!" he screamed. "Are you all blind?! A meteorite the size of Manhattan just entered our atmosphere, and no one saw it coming?!"
He slammed the tablet onto a nearby table.
"What the hell is that billion-dollar space station even good for?! Decorative furniture?"
One technician, flustered and pale, offered an explanation. "Sir... the Apollo Space Station detected nothing. According to the logs, the object... it didn't enter normally. It just… appeared."
The director froze. "Appeared?"
"Yes, sir. It was like it materialized just outside the atmosphere. There's no previous trajectory—no entry point."
The director's face turned beet red.
"So what? Are you telling me this meteorite has teleportation abilities now? That it warped across light-years just to drop on our heads?"
He rubbed his temples, sweat pouring down his face. "And it just happened to show up right over our country? This is insane!"
Taking a shaky breath, he demanded, "Do we have any concrete data on it yet?"
A technician responded quickly. "Yes, sir. The meteor is moving at 54,000 kilometers per hour. Estimated diameter: 450 meters. Mass: around 7,000 tons."
He hesitated. "Sir... based on energy yield simulations, if it detonates upon impact, it would be equivalent to... more than twenty Little Boy nuclear bombs."
Silence.
The color drained from the director's face.
Without saying another word, he collapsed, unconscious.
"Director! Director!" Several people rushed to his side, panic spreading.
Elsewhere, chaos reigned.
At the Pentagon, the White House, every top military installation—fear gripped the leadership. The scale of this disaster was unimaginable. No defense protocol was adequate. There was no evacuation plan. There was no shield big enough.
Back in the Avengers' mobile base, Jarvis finished processing NASA's calculations. His emotionless voice rang out in the shared communication channel.
"Estimated time to impact: one minute and forty-five seconds."
The words hit like a death sentence.
On a hill outside the town, Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton looked to the sky. The burning meteor had turned night into day.
"How long do we have?" Clint asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"104 seconds," Jarvis replied. "At current velocity and trajectory, impact is imminent. Quin Jet deployment will not provide sufficient escape time. Estimated blast radius will exceed thirty miles."
Clint glanced at Natasha. She gave him a tired, bittersweet smile.
They had faced death dozens of times—on battlefields, during covert missions, and while fending off alien invasions. But this? This was the end.
A fireball from the sky.
Clint's thoughts turned to his family. His kids. His wife.
He hoped they wouldn't cry too hard.
Steve Rogers turned to Tony. "You need to go. Now. You have the only armor fast enough to make it out in time."
Tony didn't respond. His mind was racing. Jarvis was crunching escape vectors, calculating Mach speeds, estimating shielding requirements. But the truth was becoming clear.
Only one person could escape. Maybe two—if one of them was her.
The Goddess of Judgment.
Even the enhanced durability of Captain Rogers wouldn't be enough to withstand a Mach 5 escape. Only she had a body that could survive the forces involved.
And Tony?
He couldn't just leave them behind.
"Sir," Jarvis warned. "One minute and thirty seconds until impact. Ten-second countdown will forcibly activate the armor's emergency extraction protocol."
"Tony," Natasha said softly, "just go."
She smiled, her voice cracking. "You don't have to stay with us."
Before Tony could speak, another voice cut through the comms.
"Everyone. Back away."
Bella.
They turned.
She stood alone in the town's center, calm, unmoving, eyes locked on the sky.
For a brief second, they hesitated. Then understanding dawned.
She wasn't bluffing.
Rogers was the first to act. "Move!" he barked.
The Avengers, agents, and even the civilians who had been helping with cleanup scrambled away from the epicenter.
"They're insane," Clint muttered while running. "She can't possibly—"
"Have you met her?" Natasha snapped. "I'd be surprised if she didn't try something insane."
As the last agents cleared the perimeter, only Bella remained in the town.
The undead soldiers under her command remained at her side. They stood motionless, calm, ready to face death with their mistress.
Fifty miles away, in a secure command center, Maria Hill stood in front of a massive screen, arms crossed behind her back.
The display zoomed in on the lone figure standing in the center of town—Bella Sun.
Hill's usually expressionless face was tense.
Her staff stood in silence, watching the feed. Not one of them moved.
They were too close to escape. If Bella failed, they would all die.
NASA's numbers didn't lie. This meteorite was equivalent to twenty Hiroshima bombs detonating simultaneously. It would flatten everything for miles.
There was no hope.
Except for her.
Over the past few years, the Goddess of Judgment had shocked the world over and over again—ripping apart demons, destroying gods, bending the laws of nature.
Maybe... just maybe... she could do it again.
On the battlefield, Bella stood unmoved.
In her right hand was a long obsidian blade. Her green eyes glowed gold, radiating divine judgment. Her skin shimmered with power. Her aura pushed against the winds of doom.
Above her, the sky blazed like hell.
The meteor was enormous—an entire mountain falling from space. Its heat baked the land. Trees withered. Asphalt cracked. Air pressure plummeted.
Bella looked up, smiling coldly.
"What a nice gift," she murmured. "Let's send it back."
There was no fear in her voice. Only fury.
This meteor had Mephisto's mark. He had sent it to wipe out the Avengers, to destroy humanity's hope.
It was time to remind him who the real judge was.
She tightened her grip on the blade.
Wind howled as magic crackled around her body. The sword's edge turned white-hot. The sky above rippled, as if reality itself bent around her will.
From nearby hills, Rogers, Tony, Natasha, and Clint watched breathlessly.
"Can she really stop it?" Clint whispered.
Rogers didn't answer. He didn't know.
Tony's HUD was scanning the meteor. Even at this distance, its heat was nearing thousands of degrees.
"She's the Goddess of Judgment," Natasha said quietly. "If anyone can stop it… it's her."
Back in town, Bella's feet dug into the ground. Her blade rose, glowing brighter with each passing second.
The meteor loomed large now—like an angry god descending to strike her down.
She didn't move.
Ten seconds.
The air cracked.
Five seconds.
The sword was raised to the heavens.
Three seconds.
Bella exhaled, golden mist swirling from her lips.
Two.
She whispered one word: "Fall."
The moment the meteor entered her range, she leapt.
A golden streak shot skyward like a reverse comet.
And then—
Impact.
But not with the Earth.
A blinding explosion tore through the sky. Fire, ash, and light flooded the heavens. The shockwave was deafening, flattening trees and tossing vehicles.
But it was not the Earth that bore the brunt.
It was Bella.
In the sky, she clashed directly with the meteorite—sword against death, judgment against destruction.
Her scream split the heavens.
Crack!
The meteor shattered.
Chunks rained down, burning but harmless. The main core disintegrated mid-air, its energy siphoned away and dispersed.
And then silence.
Bella landed in the crater below, knees bent, sword buried in molten earth. Steam rose around her as the fires died out.
In the hills, people stared in disbelief.
Hill fell back into her chair, overwhelmed.
Tony finally let out a breath.
"She did it," he whispered.
"She actually did it."
The others were too stunned to speak.
Back in the crater, Bella stood up, brushing off soot from her armor.
She looked to the heavens one last time.
"Nice try, Mephisto."
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