《Aden Strong: Avatar In DC》A Talk with Order
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(Aden's P.O.V)
I could see from his eyes that he knew it. Knew how nonsensical his logic was. So I twisted the knife even more.
"What you're doing is giving yourself excuses to hide behind. Because you're a coward. You feel guilty but instead of owning up to your mistakes, you dig yourself deeper into the hole. Apologize you dumb twat and we can move on!"
His face changed at my words. The anger was traded away for hatred. How could I ever make such a hateful expression?
"Shut the fuck up Aden! You know nothing!"
I stepped up to him, a chuckle full of derision escaping me.
"Oh really? You think it's fun having the reins? The control? Chaos knows and understands that we all have our own parts to play. I haven't had it easy, you haven't had it easy and neither has he. But things were getting better you fucking fool! We were on our way to getting everything we ever wanted...but then you fucked it all up!"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!"
I felt a force smash into me and slam me through the ground. My body carved out a groove through the rocky floor below, before it was forcefully stopped by a boulder. I fell to my knees and stayed there, only looking up as Order walked up to me.
"I'm not gonna fight you Order."
I shook my head. A billion years lost because of impatience. A billion years lost because of low self control. Because of fear. He wasn't worth it.
I felt him grab onto my hair and turn my face upwards.
"Even when you're nothing, you try to act as if you're better than me. You Aden Strong are a dick! An asshole! An idiot who has only gotten this far because of Luck and my power!" His black eyes were wide, face twisted in a hateful glare and mouth frothing with spit. He pulled me up and dragged me to the edge of the cliff without my protesting.
"It's about time you realized that without that, without me, you're nothing!"
He roughly pushed me forward and made stare down at the dark below.
"The Darkness...it told me what I had to do. It told me who I was always meant to be."
He stated in an unhinged tone.
The awning black pool below the mist of the air dimension was devouring everything. And now I understand why the sky was dark, all the light had been sucked away.
The pool changed and begun to show me what had happened. I saw a shadow behind Order as he pushed both Equity and...a paint bru...no, it's name...it's name was Origin. He pushed both together under the whispers of the shadow behind him as Chaos tried his best to stop him.
There was an explosion that tore apart my space of being once both weapons got closer. The resulting impact shredded my body and soul, Killing me suddenly and completely.
My space of being was left looking like a dumpster with rifts and pieces of what had been thoughts, self reflections, experience, knowledge and dreams, floating about. Lifeless and gray.
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"I... died?"
"Yes." Order whispered gleefully next to my ears.
"But more than that...I was finally free."
Origin, the paint brush entered one of the spatial rifts and disappeared into the void, lost in the countless worlds of the wide infinitude.
"But before I could go, I needed to make sure you wouldn't come after me."
He added.
Oh no...please don't tell me...
"I took away your connection to Gaea. A gift once given by me. That being the only way you can traverse worlds. I have no idea where you headed up but trust me when I say, you're staying there."
I was stuck in Marvel...and I had no idea where Gaea was.
I closed my eyes and when I opened them I had changed my mind. Rage the likes of which I had never felt before made the whole space around us shake. Then everything stopped.
I looked up at him with a cold gaze.
"I am going to fuck you up."
(Elsewhere)
It had been a month. A month in which things had started getting back to normal. The danger was past.
The fight for the realm between, the Gentry and Gaea had been broadcasted to the whole population and what that had elicited was awe and fear in humanity.
Fear that they would come back, fear that next time the heroes wouldn't win. But more than the fear was adoration. Not for the heroes but for the new rising stars. Vaatu, Michael and Yaotl had been widely shown to be pushing back Empty Hand's forces and with their full power in display, Aden's religion only grew from there.
It was picking up speed. From a mere 100,000 to 60 million true worshippers and even more curious people joining, it was well on it's way to becoming a major religion and tensions were already rising up between what Gaea called Avatarism and other major religions.
On her part, Gaea and the Avatarian pantheon, consisting of Michael and Yaotl (Vaatu was outside the realm with the mission to bring back Raava, Kori and the kids) were standing before a large whirlpool in the middle of the ocean. With them was the Mistress of the Green, Iveah.
"I can feel her. Without Master Aden here, we will have to pool all our power together to open up this new realm."
Gaea told the other three floating in the air behind her. Her tone was somber. They each bowed their heads.
"What do you need from us, Lady Gaea?"
Yaotl spoke up for all of them.
"Let's stand in formation, then I need each of you to transfer your power to me, I shall handle the rest."
They did as instructed, quickly forming a cardinal point like formation while hovering above the whirlpool. Gaea nodded at Yaotl, Michael and Iveah. Then as one, boundless divine spiritual energy begun to pour into Gaea in black, red and green colors.
Her blue form flickered with power as she absorbed the energy and refined it, separating the mysteries contained inside. A cloak of white energy covered her. Then she pointed both her arms to the whirlpool. The white energy fell down in a huge beam that struck the whirlpool and made the whole ocean roil around.
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Far away, massive waves rocked the coast of the main populated continent.
"Why are we doing this again? The residential area is close to 30 miles away. That's too far for the water to reach."
Killer Frost complained.
"Focus." Darken was quick to tell her.
"Unless you want to end up back in the Hollowlands, do what you're fucking told."
Killer Frost threw a scathing look her way before snorting and looking away.
Darken rolled her eyes, turning her attention to the sea. It had begun.
"Ok remember, Lady Gaea said that we are only to stop the water if it reaches us."
Paige told the ice metahuman behind her. Killer Frost nodded, a chilly mist escaping her hands.
They had both seen it. A white lance falling from the sky and momentarily shining brighter than the sun. They shielded their eyes before looking back once the beam ended. And then the ground shook. They were both standing on a cliff overlooking the coast and the wide expanse of water. The cliff was very tall. But even it almost faded in comparison to the Tsunami about to hit shore.
It was like an hungry beast. Killer Frost took a step back.
"Aah...that is close enough, don't you think?"
Frost questioned as the water managed to rise to a towering 4000 feet.
"No it's momentum is too much. Just wait for my signal."
Once the Tsunami had drowned out the beach and was headed towards them, Darken gave the signal.
"Now!"
She jumped up to the sky and spread her hands out wide. Two huge curtains of darkness fell from the sky at her urging on both sides of the cliff, but spaced out much further, creating a channel and directing the bulk of the sea water towards Killer Frost.
There was another reason why Killer Frost had been chosen for this job. It wasn't common and only a few cases had been reported so far but, some individuals found their abilities enhanced by the spiritual energy in the air. And then there were special cases like Killer Frost.
"Icicle! Let's do this!"
From her shadow, out sprang a polar bear cub. Spiritual energy started roiling around both of them as the polar bear cub added it's spirit energy to Killer Frost's metagene.
Snowflakes fell from the sky as the temperature suddenly dropped to degrees nearing absolute zero. With confidence granted from Icicle's help as the spirit of Frost, Killer Frost managed to smile at the towering wave of water that was now blocking the view of the sun away from her.
She stepped forward and pushed out her hands. The effect was almost instantaneous. Millions of water liters were frozen in under a second. Darken looked down at the beautiful crystal that resulted from Killer Frost's actions and smiled.
"They did well."
A short black snake with purple eyes coiled around her neck, hissed while staring at Killer Frost and her spirit.
Darken chuckled, scratching the small snake on it's head.
"Don't be too jealous, Seren. We are still way cooler."
Darken told the small spirit of Shadows.
These two were the only known cases of spirits contracting with humans.
On another note, the existence of lesser spirits had astounded many. And the prospect of the Spiritual arts schools was now even more anticipated.
Darken flew down and dismissed the massive dark wings that were made from darkness. She smiled at Killer Frost.
"Well done Frost."
Icicle barked beside Killer Frost's legs. The latter bent down to rub at the cub's fur. A gentle look that looked out of place in the face of a Supervillain appeared.
"It's all thanks to this little guy."
Darken was about to say something when Seren and Icicle both suddenly looked out towards the water. The two girls noticed the change and also turned to watch.
Darken blinked her eyes.
"What is that?"
Like a nuclear bomb explosion, an energy wave that was distinctly blue was spreading outwards from the ocean. It's origin point seemed to roughly be where Gaea and the rest had been trying to open the water realm.
Frost grabbed Icicle.
"We need to get the fuck out of here!"
She told Darken. Darken nodded, creating a platform of darkness below them and lifting them up.
"Hold..."
Before she could finish her statement, the blue energy wave reached them.
(Aden's P.O.V)
I was not proud of it.
Blood covered my hands. I felt a presence appear behind me. No not appear, reveal. Because Chaos had been here from the start. Watching as I tried to reason with Order or the last dregs of himself he left behind. And when reasoning failed, he was there as I tore him down. He was there as I broke my word not to fight him.
Technically I didn't. There hadn't been a fight. Order choked on blood as he looked up at the sky.
"Freedo..."
I stomped down on his neck, hearing a snap, stopping him from completing the word. Ending him. I saw the light disappear.
"You...you beat him to death."
Chaos stated in a shocked tone.
"Yes." I replied, looking at the broken form of what looked like my body. The white robe he had worn was now red.
"Yes, I did. And I am going to do worse once I capture the real him."
(Far far away)
In a divine groove of the Other World, a spikey haired Saiyan wearing a Supreme Kai outfit was meditating above a pool of water that shifted color in uneven intervals.
He opened his eyes, revealing black eyes full of mirth. He looked up at the sky of the Otherworld.
"I know you're coming for me Aden. I can feel it." He smiled.
"But the minute you step foot in this universe, there is no going back. I will not only destroy you, I'll take everything you have."
Laughter rang out.
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