A/N: Just make it past CH1
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In this place between spaces, separate from all others, a man stood cloaked in green and hidden beneath armor unlike any other. Around him lay bodies, bodies of those who stood to him, those who called themselves heroes, avengers, and even a family.
Hours before, they had assembled a few of those who would always stand in front of threats. Then came the many, the reluctant, the scared, the already hurting, and those who had nothing else to lose.
The man called himself Doom, came to their worlds, and took what they held dear. For the family, he took the child they had fought to protect once already. For the heroes, he shattered their security and their idea of normality, and from those with nothing to lose, he threatened the very lives of others.
So they followed into the abyss, the void, the darkness between, the place where only chaos and creation rule. And there they fought as they fought, more heroes arose,e faces they thought lost or go a king clad in the helm of panther, a man whose heart bled energy and not blood but they were not the ones they had lost but those who heard the call even from their homes and came to help to fight and to protect those they held dear.
A man flew in from above, donned in red, white, and blue, holding a shield, only to be landed by a man with an identical shield; no words were said, only a shared purpose.. The first to attack was a mountain of man skin, green heart filled with rage. He was the first to land an attack, but not the only, an army of heroes vs an army of androids.
Manny there recognized their design and looked to the many who could have made them, all clad in red and gold chests glowing brilliantly; some looked disgusted, others looked on with pity and regret, but all looked determined.
This event, this battle, this fight was doomsday, not for a country, not for a planet, not for a solar system, but for all of existence; this was the fight for all of reality, all of the multiverse. Others stayed back, many dressed in robes of various colors, but all with a strange pendant upon their chest. They stood or sat, hands waving in odd patterns, golden and green threads stretching out beyond this space, and they fought. Some reached into other worlds and called for help, others reached out and tore into reality and pulled it through like a thread and needle, puncturing fabric in hopes of fixing the hole that had formed.
They were all destined to fail, not because they were weak or unskilled, but because they fought entropy itself; they did not fight a man who sought to destroy reality and remake it in his image, but a man who only sought to destroy it.
But these men and women made it their mission to fight impossible odds. To stand where others would not, to tread where no others could, and so they continued, men with lightning running upon their very skin calling down storms unlike any other, aided by women with skin the color of summer bark and hair a silver white that floated in breezes she willed into existence. Together, they destroyed swaths of the androids, tens of thousands of robotic bodies destroyed. But beyond those tens of thousands of millions stood and beyond, there were billions more.
Like any force, some that fought fought in a league all of their own, a woman whose skin leaked fire and warmth so hot reality itself backed away, a man dressed in silver armor with eyes a glowing blue and a smirk that was just as charming as it was scary. A woman who flew faster than light itself, glowing a bright gold and dressed in colors of red and blue with a star upon her chest. Further in the chaos, a man marked with a skull and holding a shotgun screamed into the void as he dismantled dozens of androids alone, guns spewing fire, lighting up the battlefield.
Last to join the battle were a swash of women a different skin tones and origins but all glowinging with a scarlet light that when they reached out in unison the chaos reached back and for a moment everything and everyone stood still but as they pulled at that chaos reality lurched and the abyss broke and in its place they stood in a place of brilliant white next a woman with flames in her eyes and hair a shade of crimson reached out and pulled, life itself aided chaos as they pulled at what they didn't know but they pulled and and eventually they won a cosmic game of tug a war but what they were ultimately greeted with was only more darkness but in the distance they could see figures standing some the size of planets others larger and others smaller, the watched some looked on in pity others laughed.
That was until the endless hordes ran for them. We had long passed the realm of men, and even the eternal now knew fear at the hand of one man, whose pain led to hubris.
The heroes called for help, some simply screamed, others prayed as their bodies were torn apart, limbs pulled from flesh and flesh from bone. Those who were too strong found androids piling upon them and melting themselves into a loving prison. Others had smaller droids crawling into their throats and intestines. That day, ants felled giants in a space that was not space.
But more and more heroes filled in, and so the cycle repeated: those who held power pulled as others held what they pulled together; they had no plan but only the intention to protect what they had left.
This battle began on Earth, and then they entered the multiverse and the negative zone. They had seen the death of the Beyonder, the living trinity, and soon, the likes of the old ones and true Beyonders.
At the center of this battle with endless robotic beings, the man who only knew doom sighed.
"Pawns of pawns of pawns, the board will be wiped clean."
With those words, the space around him flexed and shattered as more androids tore their way into the negative zone. Then, like a water balloon filled to the point of popping, the world… no existence around them, no… the very concept of them, of everything around them, wavered and distorted, stretched and broke.
They had entered exospace, and as they looked around and down, they saw all of existence and its many layers.
The below
The Underspace
The Microverse
Hyperspace
Their home, their truth
Then the overspace
Superflow
Multiverse
Negative zone
And now the exo-space
From here, they saw beings that defined their everything; they were no longer mortals or immortals. Now, all who stood on this battlefield stood as rulers of reality, capable of warping the concept of reality's existence. And like a bridge collapsing under its own weight, even the exo space collapsed, for this was the last membrane of this world.
The likes of Gwenpool looked around, and her mind shattered. Her intuitive knowledge of the world was destroyed, as shown below. She says the truth: This was no lingerie comic, and there were no longer pages she could just jump to and from. Worse, those like Deadpool, whose insanity showed the truth far earlier, screamed into the void, expecting to hear the scratching of pens or clacking of keyboards. Still, they were instead greeted with a door and three beings standing in front of that door.
First was the being they instinctively knew as The Brother, the very embodiment of the Marvel megaverse. But before anyone but the smartest and fastest could comprehend what that meant, a flood of androids had begun to climb up the being's legs. He fought and railed and used his endless fathom of power to strike billions down, but each one was now made of the very world around them, of the exo space.
For Doom had made a machine that created beings from reality itself. No metal, forge, or computer were needed, just a command issued by his will.
The next one to fall was the Far Shore's like brother. He was a pillar of ... everything he…no, it was the living embodiment of all that came before every previous iteration of the Marvel universe and multiverse from the first firmament to the seventh. He didn't fight back, no, he was used to this; he was used to the death of all. He would rise again as all lost today would, but first, I must see this battle through.
Last to die was my firstborn daughter. There were many things, much more than that, but for the sake of simplicity, she was the infinity being, the progenitor of the beginning of the first universe.
Her eyes, previously filled with the light of existence, dulled. I both felt and heard a noise at my door, and all I could do was smile. I was not afraid; something new and beautiful would arise from my corpse.
So I stood, my face and body morphed as I did, first was a child, pale skin eyes bright as I looked down upon a page filled with a world teeming with adventures, then I was older, still a child, this one with skin brown and hair curling in on itself, like a vine that things of what the world could be hung from. Then I was taller. Now I wore glasses, hair pulled through into a neat braid, and I looked into a mirror. A girl stood there grinning ear to ear, and in her eyes, she didn't see herself but a towering green woman who stood alongside the gods. Lastly, as I stood to my full height, my skin paled once more, the frame shrank in my glasses, but shifted from circular to a more square frame, and my once long hair frayed at the ends. My grin became soft, proud of all I had done. One word escaped my lips before I changed once more.
"Excelsior"
And then I truly stood. I know I stand and stand, but now I stood, and below me was no longer a desk, no longer even a room, but still a door existed, not in front of me, but in my palm, heart, and head. The man behind it stood patiently, in no more of a rush than I was, but it's best not to keep people waiting, so the door swung open with a word both typed and felt.
"Hello Tony, it's nice to finally meet you face to … .amorphous blob of existence, creativity, and inspiration"
As the man clad in green stepped through, I opened the door wider and let everyone in, and I do mean everyone. From Anthony the Ant to Odin the All-Father, I let all bear witness.
"I have to end the pain, the endless repetitions of suffering, I"
Before Tony…no, he was honestly Doom now, could speak and finish what he had to say. I indulged in something I had always wanted to do and interrupted the man.
" I know what you have come tony I know better than even you do, I have seen you lowest of moments and your highest of highest, I granted you freedom I gave all of te ability to choose and all I did was watch and when things inevitably spiraled into destruction I rewinding the tape in home things would differently, I have seen you find love in the bottle and in the arms of your first child I have seen your birth and your death, I have seen.
You hate and despise.r"
My words cut nut with serrated blades instead of clean sharp ones, I reaction was rage as I knew it would be and os with a flex of will even I could feel and that a far oohh so far ring of green could feel but this was not that and instead of power of emerald a swarm of endless androids swarmed me, he knew he could not kill me so instead they tore from me everything I was, first was that old man, he tore him away and the last thing I was I heard was excelsior, I let it happen, even as the heroes gods villains and more fought to defend me for what reason I did not know they fought and died.
By the end, I lay there nothing like I once was, not so significant or grand, and there so did doom I did not need words. Neither did he, so instead I reached out, not to him, further deep within the hordes of bodies. I grabbed what was left, I grabbed the strings of red of chaos, then the flames of life and creation, the stars, and brought them close and gave all I had left and pushed it outwards, far from her, far from me, and far from what I had failed to create.