《Aden Strong: Avatar In DC》White Panther
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(General P.O.V)
The transformation was an eye catching affair for sure.
It produced a pressure blast so strong, it made the Dora Milaje twirl their spears and stab them onto the ground so as to not get swept away.
T'Challa had not wasted time accepting the gift. The sphere of darkness carrying with it an innate connection with Chaos, entered his chest. The metamorphosis begun with him hunching his back in pain and falling to the ground.
"My Prince!"
Okoye tried to go to him, but found herself held in place by some unseen force.
"Bad Dora Milaje." Chaos admonished lightly.
"If you disrupt him while he's going the process, who knows what could happen?"
Okoye was breathing heavily, torn between duty and hope. Eventually the latter won out.
The shadows around seemed to be sucked inside the vortex of power surrounding T'Challa. His body went through changes, while Chaos looked on in glee. Aden had the template for Kryptonian D.N.A stored in his mind and by extension, so too did Chaos. He used the same process Aden had used to enhance Starfire's abilities to the next level.
Then with the connection T'Challa now had with Chaos, the possibility of him getting more esoteric abilities other than the perfected Kryptonian D.N.A was very high. Case in point, T'Challa could change into his costume simply by touching a shadow. How convenient was that? Chaos praised his creative thinking.
Soon after, the transformation ended and T'Challa opened his eyes.
"Incredible."
The Wakandan muttered in awe, floating to the sky unassisted. Only a field of bio energy enclosing him.
"It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's a man! It's Black Superman, official name still pending."
Chaos announced lively. The darkness washed off to reveal a black and purple costume clad superhero. He heavily resembled...Blue Marvel?
Chaos tapped his chin in thought. Did the transformation pick on the closest image of the hero he thought was most similar to Superman but black?
There were a key few differences of course, for starters, the suit was purple where Blue Marvel's was blue and in the middle of his chest was a symbol of two forearms inside a grey shield insignia. The stylized M belonging to Blue Marvel was inverted into a W, maybe to represent Wakanda and instead of a white cape, a silver one flapped gently behind him. The New hero rose calmly into the air, his eyes closed as he let out a contented sigh.
Other than those small differences, T'Challa resembled Blue Marvel to an unnerving degree.
"Oh Thixo wam!"
One of the Dora Milaje shouted in surprise.
"My Prince...?"
Okoye tentatively stood up from where she had been kneeling. Her fingers tightened on the spear she held in hand.
"You look... different."
She informed him after a slow once over.
His face was more angular than before. His body had changed from the lithe form of a young man into a body builder bulging with muscles. Built for power but also speed and endurance. The perfect physique. His hair had streaks of white on the sides of the crew cut hair style he had.
T'Challa turned around in the air, his vision could see past the Dora Milaje's skin and bone, even further ahead and he could see a mosquito flapping it's wings slowly on the leaf of a tree at the outskirts of the destroyed landscape. That tree was over hundreds of miles away.
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His body felt full of unfathomable strength. It was an effort to keep still when everything in him demanded he flex his new power. Was this how the Black Panther felt?
"Okoye."
His voice sounded deeper and rich with strength as he called out the name of one of his closest friends.
"Gather the others, tell the pilot to change course, our first stop is the Inner City General Hospital. We are going to go save our people."
Okoye slammed her fist on the side of her chest, a proud smile appearing on her face.
"As you command, White Panther."
She whirled around.
"phuma ngaphandle!"
She and her sisters left, leaving behind T'Challa with a smiling Chaos. Before either of them could say anything, their whole surroundings reshuffled. The yellow shield around the zone of the Talon Fighter, spread out further, revealing the areas obscured by the god's projection of their realms.
The yellow shield rose up to entirely cover the sky, pushing away everything else.
"The lights, they are gone."
T'Challa said, eyes cast upwards. A minute later, he frowned.
"Wait..."
"Oh, you can see it?"
Chaos asked with a smirk, crossing his hands before his chest.
"Yes. I can see them."
T'Challa's gaze was unimpeded, managing to land on the gray ring of metal that was invisible to any normal human standing on the surface of the Earth. The ring seemed to move from one horizon to the other, around the planet. And on top of that ring was a man. The one who had attacked them.
Upon closer look, he seemed to be in his early twenties the same as T'Challa. However, something inside the prince faltered in fear. Even the casual glance at the aura he was giving off made the hairs at the back of his neck stand up.
This man was unbelievably more powerful. Crazily enough, before him were over a thousand other beings. Beings that blazed with the same aura the man had, only theirs were a mere candlelight before the light of a star.
"The gods, all standing in opposition to one man."
T'Challa stated.
"Not man. Not even a God. Something more."
Chaos interjected.
The White Panther shook his head.
"What are they thinking? Don't they realize there is nothing they can do before his power?"
He was actually deathly serious. The feeling he got off the man was unexplainable. Profound. Like he was staring at a black hole.
Chaos Chuckled.
"Everywhere you go, young prince, keep in mind that there exists twice as many fools as there are people with common sense."
He then shook his head and turned to T'Challa.
"Anyway, that's besides the point. Weren't you planning to go save your people, Mr. White Panther?"
The statement came along with Chaos floating up to the sky, intent to join Aden against his final battle with the gods. Chaos would not miss that for anything.
T'Challa scrunched his forehead at his new name.
Chaos noticed it and laughed.
"Remember, young prince, Keep me entertained. I'll be watching."
He left it at that and simply turned into twisting Shadows, disappearing towards the sky. Headed to where the fight was happening.
"Thank you."
T'Challa bowed his head in gratitude.
Too late, the Wakandan Prince realized he hadn't asked for his name.
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"Call me...Chaos. I don't know if we'll meet again Prince, but there's no one else more worthy to be my Champion."
Fortunately, his new god was a step ahead and provided the information with a mental transmission.
(Aden's P.O.V)
The Darkhold did not like the 'Junior' part of my reply.
Any fear they might have felt from seeing me in my new form was suppressed by the anger that followed from the Darkhold.
"No more games! Attack!"
It's voice rang out and many things happened suddenly.
First came the teleporters. With bursts of light, over 100 gods surrounded and attacked me from all directions at the same time. I blinked, not too worried but surprised at the viciousness they displayed.
"Oi, are you trying to kill your old man?"
I asked from high up, having telepprted away.
I now stared down at my previous position, which was just a burnt patch on the metal ground. They had gone ham over that small piece of the floor. It would have meant death for anyone else.
"Above, you fools!"
Again came the Junior's irritated voice.
I was beginning to think that maybe he was present at this little party. The way he had communicated before was by using the page I had found below ground in the formation of the Chaoum and Odium deposits. There was a high chance one of the gods present had a page in their hands, or if I was lucky, the whole book.
A green Wyvern's fire breath rose up to burn me in the sky. The fire simply vanished a few meters away from my form, swallowed up by space itself. Then a portal opened at the back of the 1000+ gods. 20 of them were drowned under the red flames and turned into divine energy that hung around, waiting for Equity to arrive.
The ranks of the gods turned restless. The attacks ceased soon after. It was a small reprieve that I didn't waste. I shook my head down at them.
"You're grounded Junior."
I declared.
"Grounded??? Grounded!!! You are not my father! I am millions of years old and I shall not be treated like a child..."
'The ruse worked. Good. Now where are you, you little shit?'
My eyes scanned the gathered deities. It wasn't easy to pick up on any sort of energy when so many high powered individuals were in one place. However, I simply searched for my spirit energy while Junior was going off about what he would do to me.
And finally at the middle of the pack...Skaldi, a goddess of Ice. Her aura was above average, showing she was powerful. Deeper than that however was another energy signature. Mine but tainted. Spirit energy. Gotcha.
I dropped to the ground, passing through multiple attacks to land on the ring. The whole structure shuddered and most of my enemies lost footing and fell.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" I questioned out loud, straightening up.
"Come get your punishment."
"Aaahhhh!!"
As one, they let loose a battlecry.
The sound was deafening as the distance between us was covered almost instantly by the gods of speed, flight, mobility or space. Instantly, I found myself blocking hits from everywhere. A fist here was evaded only for me to step into a kick that I wrapped my hand around and used the owner to slam into a few gods raining down energy projectiles from the sky. Those l were sent flying.
Then a thrust of a spear there, was blocked and the shaft of the weapon broken into two pieces.
"My divine spear!!"
The owner screamed in consternation, only to get a backhand from me while I threw one of the parts of the spear into the lone eye of a giant god. The spear head went through the eye, blinding him and producing a geyser of blood. He screamed falling onto his back.
Meanwhile I snapped a finger, directing the sound wave produced, to destroy a swarm of hornets coming at me from the rear. The god who had shape shifted into the little bastards died when the hornets exploded. A god who resembled a Toad, opened it's mouth and spit out acid at me. Green fire escaped my right hand in a tsunami like wave and drowned the Toad god an several others under.
Screams rang out as flesh sizzled and melted. I was having a lot of fun. A slash of my hand and I dissected a lizard and it's rider then a stomp onto the floor, opened up holes for the non fliers to fall through. Their screams faded as they landed on the shield around the planet, immediately getting fried by the electric current running around it.
I was ducking, weaving and dodging. Sometimes I even allowed the hits to land. It felt as if a beast had been awakened in me. A beast that wanted to see how much it could take and give back.
"Let's go! Come on!"
I yelled while slamming an elbow on to the face of a Martial God.
"Why are you all so weak!?"
It was honestly surprising. I had expected the Chinese heavenly and hell courts to contain some cultivators who would give me a run for my money but as I gripped the neck of one arrogant young master type, I felt cheated.
I squeezed my hand and his head popped like a pimple.
The display of brutality saw each one of the gods back away in fear.
"What is this?" I laughed, stretching my neck and shoulder. That had been a good warmup. I could probably end this by blinking next to Skaldi and getting the page, but I wanted more.
"Junior, I thought you were going to kill me, are you backing down now? Are you... scared?"
"Scared!!? No!" The Darkhold protested.
"I'll show you true pain! Don't get too cocky, Aden Strong! You have merely been fighting low level and minor gods, let us see what you do against the Major ones! Attack!"
Oh, this is going to be good.
"Don't interrupt."
I warned Chaos who had just arrived.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
He assured, pulling out my throne from the hammer space.
"You mind?"
He asked, requesting to sit on it, I smiled and shook my head.
"Enjoy the show."
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