Chapter 148
The sky over Central City lit up with colors that didn't belong to nature—yellow, orange, blue, white. Lightning carved the heavens. The ground trembled with every impact, windows shattered from the echoes of sonic booms. People in the streets stopped to look up, eyes wide in terror and awe. This wasn't a battle. This was an event. An apocalyptic dance of gods.
And at the center of it, four blurs tore across rooftops, highways, and alleyways. Barry. Bart. Nora.
And August Heart—Godspeed.
He was relentless. Unflinching. Powerful beyond belief. Every step he took left craters. Every movement caused shockwaves. Every blow he landed was like thunder.
Barry's lungs burned. His muscles screamed. Bart had blood trickling down the side of his face. Nora's suit was scorched in places, her hair wild in the wind.
But they didn't stop.
They couldn't stop.
Godspeed was faster. Stronger. Crazier. But they had one another—and they had hope.
He ran again, tearing through the heart of the city and stopping in the center of an open industrial lot, a vast expanse of cracked concrete and silence.
Godspeed stood there.
Smiling.
"This peace," he said softly, looking around, "is awful."
Barry, Bart, and Nora arrived seconds later, stopping just behind him, their breathing heavy. Dirt and sweat clung to their skin. Every nerve in their body screamed in exhaustion.
They knew this wasn't over.
And deep down—they knew they might not win.
Then—
Time broke.
The world didn't just slow—it froze.
Birds hovered mid-air, wings motionless. The wind stopped. The hum of cars, the distant cries, the buzz of electricity—gone. Silence, heavy and complete, fell like a curtain across reality.
But the four speedsters could still move.
They all looked around, alarmed.
A long sigh broke the void. Tired. Deep.
"Ahhhhhhhhh…"
Then a voice.
"I mean, come on. I love fighting, really. I fought the Anti-Monitor once and actually won, but this?"
A chuckle.
"This is just stupid."
They turned—and saw him.
A dark suit, threaded with glowing red lines. A demonic mask shrouding his face like a specter of war. Power pulsed off of him like waves of heat.
Bart's face lit up. "The Red Doom…"
From behind the mask came a low, amused voice.
"You goddamn right," Dante said. "Didn't Heisenberg say something about being the danger? Well, whatever. Doesn't matter."
Barry took a step forward, his brows furrowed. "Dante? What are you doing? How are you even moving?"
Dante turned to him, voice casual, amused.
"Well, Cisco had this little secret vault… Velocity-9 stockpile. Not really secure if you ask me. So I stole every last vial he had." He tapped his chest lightly. "I took 'em all. Triple dosed."
His hand moved, casually—but fast.
So fast, no one saw it.
Not even Barry.
He smiled beneath his mask. "Man, I missed this power."
Godspeed blinked, confused. Then he laughed—a loud, wild, cracking sound.
"You think that makes you a threat?" he scoffed. "You juiced yourself up on Velocity-9? You pathetic junkie. You can't stop me."
Dante tilted his head.
"Didn't you use it first? I mean, that makes you a double loser. A junkie and a time-displaced idiot."
Godspeed's face turned red.
"I'm going to rip your—!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Dante's voice exploded across the lot like a nuke. "You think this is a game? You hurt my friend. You hurt my kids!"
His voice deepened. Darkened.
"You think I'm gonna let you walk away from that? Nah. I swear, I will rip your head off and eat it while your heart is still beating. I will destroy everything you are. I will erase you from time, space, and every goddamn timeline you ever touched."
"I'M. YOUR. DEATH."
Everything froze again—not because of time, but because of him.
Even Barry took a half-step back.
The Speed Force began to move around Dante—but it wasn't red. Or yellow. Or white.
It was black.
Colorless.
A void made manifest.
Empty. Endless.
Dante didn't run.
He disappeared.
And then—
In the blink of an eye—he stood in front of Godspeed.
So close their masks almost touched.
"You little bitch boy," Dante whispered. "You think you're a god? I used to tap into the Void Force for fun. I played with the Speed Force like a toy. You and your stupid face, your little clones and your idiot future? You're a joke."
Godspeed's eyes widened. "You're bluffing."
Dante laughed softly. "Oh... I'm not just juiced up. I'm awake."
He raised one hand.
And then—
It was over.
No one saw it.
One instant, Godspeed was standing.
The next—his head was gone.
Dante moved again—a blur of motion no one could follow—and ripped Godspeed's heart out with a squelch of blood and lightning.
"Still beating," he muttered.
Another flick of his wrist—
And Godspeed's body was sliced into a thousand pieces.
Shredded.
Burned.
Erased.
Chunks of white lightning and torn fabric floated through the air before vanishing into smoke.
Silence.
The kind of silence that follows only when a god dies.
Dante stood there, mask gleaming in the dead air, holding nothing, his hand stained red. The black lightning around him crackled once more—then faded into stillness.
Bart and Nora were frozen in shock.
Barry swallowed hard.
"…Dante?"
Dante turned slowly.
The rage was gone.
Replaced with exhaustion.
And maybe a sliver of sorrow.
"I told you," he said softly. "If he came after my people… I wouldn't care what it cost."
He looked up at the stormy sky, where the remnants of white lightning still flickered and danced in the clouds.
"Now," he said, "let's clean this shit up."
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