Marvel/DC: Shards of Destiny #15
Written by WarlorTVor and Anomaly,
Edited by Marvelite
Shards of Destiny
Beyond Infinity: Part II - The Fallen
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“Alfred is that you?”
There was no reply, so he
continued the work on what was making people suddenly go crazy. So far he had
tested the water, the air and the soil and found nothing unusual other then the
normal pollutants that had infiltrated the eco-system, through mans own
carelessness and indifference.
“Alfred could you get me some
coffee, I think its going to be another late night,” This time Bruce Wayne
turned, only to see Alfred in some kind of a trance. He walked up to where
Alfred stood motionless and just staring into space.
Bruce Wayne, who was in the garb
of Batman, unmasked, put his muscular hand in front of Alfred’s face.
Alfred then had an unusual
display of movements. "Bruccie. You’re my fav caped crusader big time! No
question!" Bruce took a step back as Alfred attempted to do a series of
round-offs and backhand springs; he did it like an Olympic gymnastic.
“Alfred, what’s going on are
you experiencing the same dilemma that everyone else on this planet is going
through?” After a moment or two Batman thought he figured it out. “Spectre
is that you in there?” Bruce asked.
“That is correct. Adjusting,” Alfred uttered his tone was
completely different than it had been a few moments ago. “To individuals brain wave patterns and physiology can take a few
moments, even for Angels.”
“This is a bit strange even
for me, I have actually spent the night in Arkham and felt more sane then I do
now,” Batman said, sarcastically.
“Shouldn’t an Angel know
something’s,” Batman shrugged, slightly. “Like directions to an mental
hospital,” said Bruce sarcastically and slightly under his breath.
“Perhaps. But being all knowing doesn't always translate well, when I
take the physical form of another.”
“Curious,” said Wayne. “Did you ask Alfred before you took his body?”
“Of course he declared only the other side works that way.
Quickly put on your other identity that is the one that will be of use to
us tonight. By the way this body is experiencing some cramps, and it feels the
body’s kind of full. Pressure.”
Bruce smiled. “The bathroom is
down there.” And pointed down the hall.
The High Evolutionary and Adam
Warlock did not look as if they would accept the two cosmic cubes declaration
“Give us the Gems and we will
not attempt to make contact with the Beyonders,” Adam Warlock declared.
The High Evolutionary also
interjected. “And tell me, tell me was counter earth supposed to be on display
as a master piece or was it the work of a clumsy child.”
The Shaper looked at him, but
giving no true hint of emotion. Instead he merely imprisoned Warlock and the
High Evolutionary in indestructible cubes of light. They were truly unbreakable
in the physical plane.
But in the spiritual plane even that was incapable of stopping there spirits as Warlock and High Evolutionary left there bodies, and confronted there opponents on another plane.
The Shaper shot twin bolts of
energy at Warlock. But to no avail for it was just as Adam Warlock had suspected
cosmic containment units could not affect the soul. A green pinprick of light
shot forth from the vampirac orb and it began to cause the cubes to revert back
to their former state. The Shaper and Kosmos were once again cosmic cubes.
But the anticlimactic battle
with the Beyonders was cut short, as a box as black as pitch appeared before
them. It was like a cube, but more like a containment unit in name, for its
sides numbered sixty-six in total, and it seemed to expanded and then returned
to its former state. It did this in a rhythmic motion, so it appeared to be
Whether it was or not was irrelevant because crimson filled the room, dripping down the sides of the cube and exploding forth like a satanic geyser. Warlock then felt his own life force being drained, and its source was the ebony containment unit.
Batman followed the Spectre who
led him to a building, which was disheveled and ready to be condemned. The
Spectre – who was in Alfred’s body – pulled out a cross. “It
may help you.”
Adam Warlock was suddenly
confronted with the true architect of the attack, as Victor von Doom appeared
like a fallen angel emblazoned with the glory of the Beyonders themselves.
Doom waved his hand, and Warlock
and the High Evolutionary were free of the black cube, which was their prison
following the brief engagement of the Shaper and Kosmos.
“So you once again believe
yourself supreme,” said Warlock, whose sliver of doubt did not plant itself in
the supreme Doom.
“Allow me to show you
something, Adam Warlock,” Doom’s very intonation seemed to have changed,
bathed as he was in the Beyonders might.
“So god has made you
benevolent,” Warlock said with a hint of mocking humor that was not
characteristic of him. “Surely you realize ultimate power only makes you a
more powerful version of what you already are. Doom is still doom.”
Doctor Doom seemed to disregard
what Adam Warlock had just said, but the High Evolutionary stepped forward and
grew twenty feet.
“If you are truly the Beyonder
as you claim, then I would have words for the murder and thief of my world!”
said the godlike anger seething from him like steam from black top on a hot day.
“There shall be no fight,”
said Doom in a somewhat benign voice. He waved his hand and the High
Evolutionary was devolved to the smallest virus known to man.
“Observe!” said Doom. With a
thought time and space were manipulated like clay in Doom’s mighty hand, and
Adam Warlock found himself surrounded by Celestials of every shape and design.
Armored entities who were a thousand feet tall, and cloaked in armors of similar
design, but with much diversity in appearance and function. But like the
celestials Adam Warlock had witnessed in his wars with Thanos and the Magus,
these were inert and immovable.
“Have you slain them?” asked
This received a minute chuckle
from the armored Doctor Doom, his green cloak wavering about him. “You seek to
goad me into showing my hand, but what matter I am now supreme as far above
Eternity as Eternity is above you.”
“Revelation,” said Warlock.
“They are mere containment devices for the Beyonders might, as were the
“Very good. It is no wonder
Eternity used you as he did. For you must have also been aware that the
Beyonders possess no true sentience or consciousness they but mirror what they
see which is why the force that became the Beyonder was so insecure.”
“Because humanity has always
been in doubt, and this Beyonder must not have existed until - -” Warlock was
interrupted by a smallish imp of a man dressed in a childish costume white bolts
of lightening, on tacky green shirt.
“Molecule man.” said Doom.
“I created you Doom, before my accident the Beyonders, you did not even exist. It was my accident that opened the dimension of the Beyonders; it was my accident that made them self-aware. So man creates god.”
Batman walked into the dark
building which had its door completely torn off the hinges, inside he stumbled
about until he pulled a light from his utility belt, and began to illuminate the
pathway. It was fairly disheveled, and when the light flashed on a group of
corpses broken and bloodied together he dropped his light. It was quite a
horrific sight even for a detective with his record of dealing with the criminal
insane and the homicidal maniacs that plagued Gotham on a daily schedule. None
of the serial killers he had witnessed did not even kill in such a grisly
manner. Some of there tongues had been ripped out and placed where the eye
sockets had formerly been, and their eyes were placed in a mouth that had been
forced open and held open by a small knife.
Batman suddenly felt a presence
behind him. Turning quickly he found only shadows. He was sure it was someone,
but it was someone who moved like no one he had ever known. He felt a hand brush
against his shoulder but when he reached only a wisp of smoke could be felt.
“WWAAAYYYYNNNNEEEEEEE . . . IIIIIIIIIIII . . . HUNNNNNGGGGGERRR!!!!!!”
The voice filled the air. But did not seem to becoming from anyone direction. No, instead it was coming from his own head. A form of telepathy, but it hurt as the snake like voice burrowed in his mind attempting to rot it out like a worm that lives in the apple. A worm that never dies, a worm that’s appetite is never quenched. A great figure came from the shadows catching the Batman in a steel grip. Batman attempted to struggle but it was in vain against the shadows black grip.
Adam and Owen Reese stood before
the power of the Doom Supreme.
“Do the two of you think to unseat me!”
“You mean the three of us!”
Owen waved his hand and an enraged High Evolutionary was restored to his former
The battle was joined as the
three of then released a searing blast of might, which sent Doom back, but only
a single step. Doom smiled victoriously. “As I said I am supreme, and though I
desired no conflict, I will brook no rebellion.” Doom gestured and the High
Evolutionary and Warlock were scattered leaving only Reese and Doom,
“So it comes to us as I knew
it had to be. Now we shall see who is mightier creator or created!” There
hands were joined as the universe around them began to shake and turn inside
out, only one could be left standing, only one could be supreme.
“I protected us from the brunt
of his blow, God Slayer, but he
operates on levels even unimaginable to me,” uttered the High Evolutionary.
“I sense another in this
conflict,” said Warlock as he looked about. There was the smell of brimstone
and the Dark Lord himself appeared.
“Greetings,” said Mephisto.
“Soon I will be in possession of the Beyonders might, a portion which I had
siphoned off long ago when he created a machine which I used to capture his
unimaginable might, so much more then even a cosmic cube.”
“Didn't you tell me that the
cubes were able to tap into an infinite storehouse of might.” declared
Warlock, it was not a question.
“But only if certain taboos could be over ridden, or corrupted,” said a grinning Mephisto, “which seed is a being called Rune, and he has tainted the Beyonders making them susceptible for the usurpation of their power. “Doom saw something similar,” Mephisto continued with a toothy grin. “But as powerful and as intelligent as Doctor Doom is he is a mortal. And I am ancient beyond imagination, Doom will be weakened by his battle with the Molecule Man, and in that state he shall be prey to my wiles and to my own tap with the Beyonders might through my agent Rune.”
Mephisto roared a laugh of pure
delight, grinning devilishly at Warlock’s direction. The words “All is lost
. . .” hissed from his mouth like venom.
Continued in issue #16
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