AN: I decided to release it early. Updates will be a little slow. Expect 3 chs/week for now.
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"HEHEHEHEH!!!"
"AHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
It started with a laugh.
Not a joke, not even a punchline. Just a laugh echoing in the dark, twisted, and poisoned mind of the Joker. He had always wanted to break Batman, but he realized the true power of destruction didn't lie in Gotham. It lay with the gods.
So he changed his game. He got his hands on something new: chemicals mixed with Kryptonite dust and magic. Deadly, mind-bending stuff. He didn't want to kill Superman or Billy Batson. He wanted to bend them. Make them break themselves.
Superman came home one night to Lois and Jon. Everything felt off. The air smelled wrong. He blinked, and the living room shifted. His mind warped. Shadows moved like people, and people looked like monsters. In that twisted vision, Lois became Doomsday. Jon screamed, and Superman heard the sound of General Zod.
Billy was no better. He thought his foster family was demons sent to drag him into hell. In a frenzy, powered by Shazam's might and Joker's madness, he struck them down one by one. Mary tried to stop him. Freddy begged. Darla cried. But Billy only saw monsters, not his siblings.
By the time the drug wore off, it was already over.
Superman stood in a pool of blood, his wife and son lifeless in his arms. Billy dropped to his knees in a ruined house, surrounded by bodies that still held love in their eyes, even in death.
"HEHEHEHEHEHE!"
"THE SHOW HAS ALREADY STARTED!"
Joker laughed.
He didn't get to laugh long. Superman found him. No questions. No warnings. He flew straight through Arkham, dragged Joker out, and tore his heart from his chest with one hand.
But the damage was done.
That day, Superman and Shazam made a choice. No more mercy. No more holding back. Batman's no-kill rule? Gone. They believed if they had been harder, and stricter, their families would still be alive.
They blamed crime. They blamed chaos. They blamed the system that let criminals walk free. They blamed Batman for his no-killing rule.
So they started wiping it all out.
At first, the world cheered. Supervillains were dying one after another. Lex Luthor's tower exploded with him in it. Black Adam's bones turned to dust in the desert. Deathstroke was found crucified on a skyscraper. Harley Quinn, Boomerang, King Shark, The League of Assassins, and many other villains were annihilated. The crime rate dropped to zero.
But it didn't stop there.
The two of them decided Earth needed order. A rule of power. Their rule. A world where no one would ever hurt again. Not because they wouldn't want to, but because they wouldn't be allowed to.
And so, the gods took the throne.
They created enforcers. Robots powered by magic and solar energy. Cities were turned into military zones. Curfews. Surveillance. Fear.
People obeyed.
They had no choice.
The Justice League met in secret. Batman led them. Diana, Arthur, J'onn, Hal, and Barry. They all agreed. Superman and Shazam had gone too far. It was no longer justice. It was tyranny.
They planned a strike.
But it didn't go as planned.
The Watchtower was their meeting point. It became their grave.
Superman came first. He didn't talk. He didn't argue.
He incinerated Martian Manhunter before anyone saw him coming. Heat vision burned straight through J'onn's skull. One moment calm, the next silence.
Wonder Woman charged him. The two clashed, shaking the entire station. She landed a few good hits. He broke her neck. Quick. Brutal. No hesitation.
Green Lantern tried to trap him in a construct cage. Billy arrived and ripped his ring finger off before Hal could react. Shazam crushed his skull under his boot. The ring flew off into space.
Aquaman summoned water from the station's reserves. It surged through the halls. He speared Billy through the chest with his trident.
Billy laughed.
He pulled the trident out and stabbed Arthur in the stomach with it. He didn't even use lightning. He watched the King of Atlantis bleed out on the cold floor.
Flash tried to run. Not away, but fast enough to knock them both out. Speed-force attacks. Dodging heat vision, thunderclaps. He got a hit in. A real one. Shazam fell.
But not for long.
Superman caught him mid-run, faster than Barry thought possible. He smashed Flash's knee, twisting it the wrong way. As Flash fell, Billy struck with lightning.
Barry screamed. Then vanished. His body is gone, but not by death.
Time pulled him. The Speed Force dragged him away, out of that moment and into something else for some reason. He heard a woman's voice in his head. "Run, Barry. Run." His legs healed, and in that haze, he ran and ran with just one thought in his mind. To go back to the past and change the future.
Silence fell over the Watchtower.
Only Batman was left.
He had watched it all on monitors. He knew he couldn't stop them alone. He vanished into the shadows of Earth, planning something bigger and smarter. But this time, he would have to bend his rules, too.
Flash woke up in a strange place. Ancient. Timeless. Stone walls covered in runes. Floating candles lit the chamber.
The Rock of Eternity.
He stumbled forward, limping, his body barely holding together. His costume was torn, and his skin burned.
He saw an old man sitting on a stone throne, holding a staff. The Wizard. The one who gave Billy his powers.
"Don't… don't choose him," Barry gasped. "Don't choose Billy Batson."
The Wizard stood, confused. "What are you talking about, mortal?"
"They kill everyone. Superman. Shazam. They destroy the world."
Barry tried to explain everything. The murders. The takeover. The League's death.
But time doesn't like interference.
A roar filled the chamber. A black portal opened behind Barry. Time wraiths appeared. Shadows with claws, born to protect the timeline. They reached for him.
Barry grabbed the Wizard's robe. "Please… find someone else. DON'T CHOOSE BILLY BATSON."
Then he was gone.
Dragged into the void, screaming.
The Wizard stood still, silent. His hand tightened around the staff.
In the future, thunder rumbled.
Darkseid and his army have arrived to search for the Anti-Life Equation. And without the heroes to stop him, he easily took over Earth. He manipulated Superman and turned him into one of his henchmen.
The Dark Ages had begun.
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[Real Earth]
John Mason wasn't thinking about gods or timelines or comic books when he died.
He was thinking about the Principal's wife, her lipstick still smeared on his neck and cock, and the ridiculous satisfaction of lighting a joint on the office windowsill while she was blowing him, hard. Life was a mess, but it was his mess.
Then the Principal walked in. No yelling. No questions. Just a Glock.
Bang.
Darkness.
But not for long.
John's eyes snapped open, and the first thing he felt was heat. Like an oven door left open, breathing dry fire in his face. The ground under him was cracked and scorched, dust kicking up into his throat with every breath. His shirt clung to his back, soaked with sweat.
People were kneeling around him, faces covered in grime, fear in their eyes. Men, women, and some teenagers. Everyone looked like they'd been through hell, or were still inside it. John blinked, trying to process it. This wasn't a hospital. This wasn't an afterlife either unless hell had mining shifts and gun-toting assholes barking orders.
A sharp crack of a whip made him flinch.
"GET UP, WORMS!" a voice bellowed.
Guards stormed in. Not soldiers—enforcers. Armor-plated, eyes glowing red behind matte-black helmets. Each one carried a rifle like it was part of their body. One of them kicked a man in the ribs. He groaned and crawled to his feet.
"You will mine until your last breath!" another guard shouted. "No breaks. No food unless we say. You dig, or you die."
A teenage girl next to John whispered, "They don't lie. They'll kill you for blinking wrong."
John looked at her, then at the others, and finally at the massive jagged walls surrounding them. Dark stone shimmered faintly, glowing with unnatural veins of red and green. Energy crackled in some places, like the rock was alive. Huge machines roared overhead, drilling deep into the Earth or whatever this place was.
Another crack. This time, it wasn't a whip.
Gunfire.
A man ran. Skinny, desperate. He didn't get far.
His head snapped back, and he dropped like a bag of meat. Dead before he hit the ground.
Everyone froze.
"No one escapes Kahndaq," the lead guard growled.
That name. Kahndaq. It hit John like a punch.
"Oh, shit," he muttered.
This wasn't Earth. Or if it was, it wasn't the Earth he knew. Kahndaq—home of Black Adam, warlord turned demigod. John remembered the name from the comics. The place was a myth, a mix of ancient curse and modern dictatorship. And now it was real, and he was here.
"What the fuck is going on?" John whispered.
Another guard stalked toward him. "You got a problem, newcomer?"
John looked up. "Yeah, I just died like… ten minutes ago. So either this is a very elaborate fever dream, or I'm in some kind of nightmare crossover episode."
The guard didn't like that.
He raised his rifle.
The teenage girl from earlier quickly pulled John to his knees. "Please forgive him. He's new. We'll work. Don't kill anymore."
The guard spat on her face. "Double shifts for your two. No water break." He walked away.
John exhaled slowly, trying to calm the adrenaline spike. "Hey… I'm sorry," he muttered to the girl beside him.
She wiped the spit off her face with the back of her sleeve and didn't look at him. "Forget it," she said flatly. "First day's always the worst."
He watched her for a second. Young, maybe 17 or 19, maybe 20s. Hair buzzed short, dirt streaked across her cheek like war paint. But her eyes... her eyes didn't belong to a kid. They were the eyes of someone who'd seen too much and had no choice but to keep going.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Luna," she replied. "No last name. They took that too."
John didn't ask who "they" were. He had a feeling she wasn't being metaphorical.
"You?"
"John," he said. "John Mason."
Luna finally looked at him. "You talk a lot for someone who's not dead yet."
John almost laughed. Almost. "Guess I got lucky."
"No such thing here," she said. "Just timing. Bad or worse."
The next few hours were sweat, dirt, and silence. The air was thick and chemical, laced with something John couldn't name but felt in his lungs. The work was brutal. Pickaxes, wheelbarrows, hauling jagged rocks under scorching sun-lamps that mimicked daylight but felt like hellfire. And the machines never stopped. Screeching, drilling, howling like beasts made of steel, and hunger.
When the shift finally ended... Well, if you could call it that... Luna collapsed next to him in a patch of shade carved out by the shadow of a crumbling wall.
John tried to breathe through the pain in his back. "How long have you been here?"
She shrugged. "Long enough to stop counting. Maybe a year. Maybe more."
"They ever let anyone out?"
Luna laughed. Not a happy laugh. "Only in pieces."
He didn't push. Instead, he watched the other prisoners. Skin clung to bone. Eyes sunken. Hope buried so deep you'd need a resurrection to dig it out.
But Luna was different.
Even now, there was something defiant in her posture. Not rebellious, not stupid. Just… unbroken.
"You still think we're getting out of here?" he asked quietly.
"I believe he'll come back," she said.
"Who?"
She turned her head, looking toward the horizon where a giant black tower loomed like a finger pointed at the gods. "Kahndaq's real champion. The one they erased from history. The one they feared so much they buried his name."
One Month Later
John was leaner now. Tougher. The weight he'd carried in his gut from a lazy life and a desk job was gone, burned away by endless shifts and hunger. His hands were torn, his skin sun-scorched and bruised. But his mind was sharper than ever. The daily horror had done something to him. Woken something up.
He learned fast. When to shut up. When to duck. When to fake a cough so he could catch a ten-second breath. He learned who the cruel guards were and who were just following orders. And he learned to listen.
The slaves talked when they thought no one was listening. Whispers about why they were digging. What the enforcers were looking for. Some said it was a relic from the old gods. Others claimed it was a piece of the ancient demon. Some believed it was just power. Pure, raw, untamed power buried deep in the Earth.
Kahndaq wasn't just a prison.
It was a mine.
And someone up top—Asim Muhunnad, the self-proclaimed ruler—was willing to break the world to find what was hidden underneath it.
Luna told John what she knew. Asim wasn't a god. He was a man with delusions, backed by tech, magic, and a brutal army of enforcers and zealots. He claimed divine right. Claimed the gods whispered to him. But Luna had seen too much to believe in gods anymore.
Except one.
"He'll come back," she said again one night. "One day we will be free..."
John sat beside her, nursing a cracked rib. "I don't know how you still believe in anyone. Justice League knew about this, didn't they?"
Luna's jaw clenched. "Yeah. They know. Been knowing. Did nothing."
"Why?"
"Politics. Borders. Diplomacy. Bullshit," she spat. "This place doesn't have oil or votes, so they let it rot. Even Batman won't step in unless it's clean and winnable. This isn't. We're not."
John leaned his head back, staring at the fake sky projected above the mine. "So no one's coming."
Luna didn't answer.
She didn't have to.
They were alone.
And yet, even as the truth sank in, John felt something strange growing in his chest. A flicker. Maybe it was anger. Maybe it was a purpose. Maybe it was both.
Whatever it was, it wasn't giving up.
Not yet.
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[Far away from the mines]
In a black palace layered in obsidian and gold, Asim Muhunnad stood before a glowing map etched with symbols and shifting lines of energy.
"They're getting closer," his advisor said, gesturing to a red pulse blinking under the mountains.
Asim smiled. "Then dig faster."
He turned to the window, watching the endless work below.
"The gods are watching," he whispered. "And soon… they'll kneel."
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What to expect?
1) Harem as usual. Non-Harem lovers: Don't cry and move on. I ain't got time for your cries.
2) OP MC
3) Dakotaverse + TMNT
4) Troll comments and reviews will be deleted.
5) First time writing a Shazam ff and I know exactly why all the Shazam ff are abandoned. It's fucking hard to write lol. 😅😅 Took me months to get into the groove.
6) Some character ages have been changed to fit into the story
7) Don't expect bonus chapters this month. Too busy with work. Maybe next month.
8) I've used grammarly and wordtune to fix some sentences.