Alright let get into the absolutely crazy showdown between Wrath and Mathos.
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[Realm of Mathos]
"You ready to get serious now, little ghoul." Wrath's voice said from above Mathros.
That did it, as Mathros was beyond angry and shocked as to why Wrath knew that about him.
And he snarled with rage as he said, "Ghoul!"
"I will show you a fucking Ghoul!"
Mathros's red eyes burst open as he spoke in another language, "ERATHH NIC O!!!"
As he screamed that out, his body began crackling with red lighting, and pillar of red energy erupted from him.
Mathos exploded with a red aura of magic that pierced the veil between his realm and the hellplane.
Then his limbs grew larger and thicker, his fingers sharped with black nails.
His head elongated like a lion, and his horns curved outwards, the skin on his body darkened from its pale color.
And his body formed orange lines of what looked to be lava all over his body.
His hair grew darker and longer as well.
As all of this settled, the red aura on his body settled on him and his eyes glowing with a fiery orange color opened.
Wrath could see that his power shot through the roof with this transformation.
The transformed Mathros looked at Wrath and with a darker, deep voice he said, "Now I'm going to show you the brutalness that I going to give your wife!"
"ROARRRRRRRR!!!"
Mathros roared as he grabbed his black spear, and the ocean of red blood rumbled with him.
Wrath's already green eyes, burned even brighter after hearing what Mathros just said.
"Then show me Ghoul." Wrath's voice boomed out like thunder.
That was all she wrote.
Mathros' roared again as he leaped up from his position and shot to Wrath.
Wrath wasn't idle either, as he erupted from his spot to, destroying another part of Mathros's castle in the process.
As they charged forward Mathros took the lead with a quick succession of attacks, he swung his spear sending a red arc of energy at Wrath.
And he kept swinging it over and over again sending arcs of red energy at Wrath.
These attacks sliced through space itself, and head to Wrath with extreme precision.
Wrath sensing the incoming attacks did a move that just popped into his head. He smashed his fist together creating a sonic boom from the impact.
And on his arms the green energy rumbled alive as it twirled around his arms.
Then Wrath released a low growl as he did a martial art named Tai Chi. Wrath arms moved like they were fish and he reached out slapping the first red arc of energy out of his way.
*Banggg*
Next, he breathed in and punched out sending large green fist shaped energy attacks that clashed with the other sharp red energy arc from Mathros.
All while this happened, Mathros prepared his next move.
As he knew that was not even close enough for him to win.
So, Mathros crouched down a bit and positioned his spear in front of him, and behind him the image of a red headed skull monster formed baring its fangs at Wrath.
Then Mathros roared out, "Strike at the Feind Rakasha!!!"
As he roared that out, Mathros swung his spear down and it twisted in a spiral motion. Making an enormous red tornado form along the edges of the spear.
The face of the Rakash let out a howl as it followed the spear attack.
"Shrwingggggg*
*HOOOOOWWLLLLLL*
And it struck towards Wrath who had just finished defending himself form the earlier attacks.
Wrath upon seeing this attack knew this was a crazy strong move, and it could damage him quite good to.
But he didn't care about damage, nor would he run.
So, he squatted and poured more of his rage into his arms, they shined like green suns.
And he charged at the attack with all of his rage.
He reached back and punched with all of his might at the attacks.
*Booooooom*
Wrath felt great resitence from clashing with this attack, but he grew angrier at the thought of losing to this attack, and so his power grew with his rage.
His green eyes shined with power as he pushed back, and cracks began to form of the Rakasha's face.
Mathros who had smirk on his face lost that smirk as he saw green light cracking his attack, and this dumbfounded him greatly.
The attack blew up from the force of Wraths fist.
No one in his life has ever defeated his Rakasha attack with a single punch, so Mathros was stunned for a moment.
But he snapped out of it as he saw Wrath appear from the clearing smoke and energy.
Wrath stood unfazed with the green energy boiling off of him.
No words were said, as Mathros quickly conjured up a wall of darkness that took the shape of swords.
And he rose up his spear pointing it at Wrath, he sneered the entire time.
Wrath manipulated the law of destruction and combined it with his arms, the green energy that was already on his body just took control and merged with the law destruction.
Wraths fist's shine with a greenish black light, they were like bonfires on his arms.
Mathros's entire space began shaking and trembling form the release of such power from the of them.
It was so bad that cracks even began to from all over place and pieces of reality fell from the cracks like paint does when it dries.
And with a lion's roar from Mathors and roar from wrath both of them shot towards one another.
"RAOOORRRRRR!!!"
"RAHHHH!!!"
The both of them reached each other in a manner of seconds, and with a single clash the color, even the working order of the dimension froze.
And the cracks that were already forming just started expanded rapidly and the entire dimension just collapsed on top of itself.
*KRACKKKBOOOOOOOM*
That entire realm was just set a blazed from the red and green aura from both monsters clashing.
The attacks clash from them both destroyed the entire dimension that Mathros created over thousands of years ago.
As they destroyed that dimension, both of them reappeared up in the sky of real Hellplane.
And immediately the entire plane was shaking and trembling from both of their auras fully released without constraint.
Even the orange sky was dyed red and green from the both of them.
Locked intwined with one another's' hand, both of them growled for dominance.
Mathros's spear was knocked out of his hand when they clashed and was now beneath them on the ground.
As they pushed against one another, sparks of black lighting formed from both of their hands.
Wrath having enough of holding hands, head butted the shit out of Mathros, effectively getting his hands out of Mathros's.
*Bamm*
Then with surprising flexibility, Wrath maneuvered above Mathros face and kneed him in the jaw.
*Boooooom*
Wrath kept his knee on Mathros's face and used his green energy to propel them down into the ground.
It looked like a green meteor was crashing down on the ground.
As the face of Mathros was impacted from the knee of Wrath into the ground, they caused an insane earthquake that made the land for miles looked like it was water.
*Krakummm*
*Thrummmmm*
*Krackbooooom*
A large pit surrounded by bus sized spider weds in the ground was formed where they crashed, as nearby mountains and volcanoes were all blown up from the force of their landing.
Soon the form of Wrath flew out of the hole.
*Thawooosh*
As he flew back into the air, Wrath used the law of fire combined with the law of lightning to make two balls of power that sat in the palm of his hands.
*Whrimmmm*
They were the size of bowling balls.
Showing off his excellent control, he even imbued the green energy around him inside of them, making them both turn dark green and intensifying it.
Once that was over Wrath turned his hands downwards facing the emerging Mathros and unleashed a devastating attack.
*Thruummmmmmm*
Wrath just made two double handed Kamehameha's in his hands and unleashed them on Mathros.
Unprepared for this attack, Mathros could just barely summon up a huge elemental golem in front of him to tank the attack.
*BOOOOOOOOM*
The Hellplane lost color and the already destroyed ground was erased, lava spurted up out of the cracks flooding the area.
Mathros on the other hand was in the air floating with half of his body burned to a crisp from that attack.
And the golem?
Well, it was disintegrated entirely.
Gritting his teeth Mathros forced himself to heal using his magic power.
*Tis*
*Tis*
His flesh regrew back after his body steamed from the using of his magic. But once he was fine enough, he turned just in time to see Wraths fist smashing into his large face.
*Bammmm*
Wrath did not let up at all, he telekinetically grabbed Mathros and drug him back for another punch to the face.
*Bamm*
Over.
*Bamm*
And over.
*Bamm*
And over again Wrath beat the shit out of Mathros's face with is fist, each hit was harder than the last.
Each blow was a thunderclap in the sky, blow apart the sky and destabilizing the Hellplane.
Wrath held a disoriented Mathros in the air, then he pulled out the shard of the silver cursed blade from earlier.
Wrath looked at it and then at Mathros, then he threw it up in the air with a flick.
As it fell down; Wrath round house kicked it with such force that it broke the sound barrier multiple times as it arrived right in front of the throat of Mathros.
*Thwippp*
*Banggggg*
The shard nailed itself right in his throat and Mathros's body was launched into a nearby lava pit.
*Thwampppp*
Lava splashed everywhere from the crash landing of Mathros.
Wrath waited for a moment, then he moved his neck out of the way as the Nasheri the spear of Mathros almost impaled him in the head.
The spear shot into the lava sat of waves of it like tsunamis.
And in the center of the lava a pillar of red energy shot out blasting away the lava.
Mathros stood there pulling out the shard from his throat.
"URghhh!"
*Puti*
He snatched it out and healed his throat as he threw it to the side.
Red and orange blood ran down his chest as he stood heaving from having his adams apple impaled.
Then he gripped his spear even tighter, he looked up to see Wrath with an emotionless look on his face staring down at him.
And if he didn't see the green storming eyes of Wrath, Mathros would have thought that Wrath was bored with him.
But the eyes gave it away, like they always do.
*Swhoooshh*
With a wave of his spear, Mathros split the lava and remaining ground in half as he prepared to continue his fight.
"Grrrrrr!"
With a snarl Mathros leaped up in the air attacking Wrath.
*BOOOOOOM*
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[Arien Pov]
*BOOOOM*
The already darken sky was blown apart forming a gap in the hellplane.
*BANGGGGG*
Sounds of roars, growling, and shockwaves echoed out, many people were blown away from the tornados that formed from the wind that picked up.
*CRACKLEEEEE*
Lighting with a very destructive aura crackled in the sky, highlighting two giant shadows clashing.
*Thrummmm*
*KRACKBOOOOOM*
A building sized lightning bolt struck the ground near the running form of the two siblings Arein and Draxen.
"Whoaa!" Draxen exclaimed as he narrowly dodged that bolt of lightning.
Arien shook her head at her brother's clumsiness. But she couldn't really blame him either, as she gazed up into the clouds and felt the thunderous blows echoing.
"Man, they sure are going at it huh." Draxen spoke bringing her attention back to him.
Arien couldn't help nodding in agreement, and she said, "Yeah they are, but we have to keep going to that place."
"Right." Draxen said agreeing with her.
And so, they sped off running even faster, the reason they were running is because they didn't want to draw any attention to themselves.
So, they ran full speed ahead while avoiding any stray lightning bolts that would strike near them.
/A half hour later/
As Arien and Draxen were fleeing they felt two strong energy signatures up ahead of them that were rapidly approaching their position.
"Hold on, Draxen," Arien said as she halted her running.
*Rumbleee*
*Snappp*
*Thawooooshhh*
The sounds of rocks crumbling echoed, and massive flapping sound followed it soon after.
Draxen already knowing what was up paused his movements and prepared himself for a confrontation.
Not long after, a shadow covered them from above and red flash of light came from in front of them.
The red light sped up to Draxen's position like lightning.
Draxen quickly guarded himself as he was forced back form the oncoming fist of a red headed man.
*Bangggg*
"Where is my Master!" The red headed man screamed at Draxen.
The man's golden eyes bore into Draxens, making the latter feel like he was surrounded by a multitude of mouths with sharp teeth.
It went on for a few minutes until,
"Crixus, stop acting like an animal." A voice from above them all said.
"Damn it Visera, you really are a buzz kill." Crixus said as he hopped off Draxen and stood aside looking up at the sky.
Visera, flapping her large body down near all of them just snorted a cloud of smoke at him in response.
Her large head turned to Arien who had literal stars in her eyes.
"What?" Visera asked, slightly unnerved from the heart shaped eyes of Arien staring at her.
"Wow, an Infernal Abyss Dragon!" Arien squealed out in excitement, while simultaneously embarrassing her brother.
Draxen face palmed while turning his body away from everyone.
Crixus was just looking as lost as usual.
Visera on the other decided to speak up before this woman gets any further ideas.
"It is good to see that you're so knowledgeable, but we are here on serious business." Visera voice was sharp and to the point that Arien was woken up out of his thrill.
"Ah, I see." Arien hummed.
"You must be the Dragon and Red headed man he told us about." She spoke.
"You have seen my master, then where is he currently!" Crixus just appeared in front of Arien stunning her a little bit.
Looking at the golden eyes that seemed to stick out of Crixus's head, Arien moved back a little to get some space from him.
"Yes, I know him, actually if you look up and feel how the world is crumbling right now, you can see where he is currently, Arien said as pointed up to the sky.
No sooner did she say this, did the entire area where they were started quaking and trembling.
Even the sky above crackled with a very destructive green and red lighting.
Visera and Crixus could already tell that this destructive power was there master, and the other must be the poor soul that had his full focus.
Arien seeing them understand what was going on spoke up saying, "He also told me to bring you both with us, so that we could survive the effects of the ongoing fight.
*BOOOOOOM*
A horrid collision shook the world to emphasize her point.
Crixus wanted to deny, but as he felt the surging power pressing down onto the entire Hellplane, he knew his power wouldn't make a difference.
Visera felt the same, more so as he could feel the rage in the air coming from his chosen.
So, with no other choice they shared a look with one another, then Visera turned to Arien and said, "Then where do we go from here."
Arien smiled and said, "Well first off, no flying doesn't want any attention getting placed on us as we retreat."
Visera nodded in agreement, as it made sense.
"Now, just follow me and Draxen to our secret base." Arien said as she began heading towards the western part of the hellplane.
Draxen smiled and took off.
Crixus smirked at Visera and said, "Keep up if you can liza-"
A sharp glare, along with a puff of smoke from Visera's nose shut him up immediately.
"Heh, just try to keep up," Crixus said rubbing the back of his head.
Visera snorted and began running along the ground following after Arien with a surprising amount fo speed for a dragon her size.
Crixus took a moment to observe the sky one more time, and with a reluctant look on his face he began running to catch up with the others.
Both of them wanting to stay, but it was not what Wrath wanted, and they had to obey even if they wanted to stay with Wrath.
So, they ran after the other two.
After about a half hour later they all came upon a large cave system of pure white rocks.
The white rocks formed a dome like an upside-down bowel.
"Well, we are here guys." Arien said to Visera and Crixus
And I would love to explain what it was, but we don't have the time to do so."
"Booooooom*
"Case in point." She said in response to the sky above them blowing up.
Visera could smell space magic and time magic reeking from this place and could tell that this place led to another place entirely.
Arien then rose her hands and a purple aura covered them as she waved her fingers in different directions, her purple eyes glowed with power as she said, "Open."
And one of the white rocks in front of them cracked and formed a blue portal.
Arien looked over at Visera and asked, " Are you able to control your form by any chance?"
Visera nodded and shrunk down small enough to fit the portal.
"Wonderful, as expected of an Infernal Abyss Dargon." Arien said in awe of Visera, while the latter just shook her head.
"Ok, let's go people...this world is about to become a wasteland." She said solemnly.
After Arien spoke, Draxen went first, then Crixus, then Visera and lastly, Arien herself.
All while Crixus and Visera hoped Wrath would return to them.
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[Upper Void of the Sky]
*Shirwimmmm*
A fast thrust from a spear sliced the face of Wrath who narrowly dodged it in time.
Wrath maneuvered around the tip of the spear and retaliated with a fierce punch that was swallowed up by a miniature black hole that revolved around Mathros.
But the small black hole blew up from the sheer power of consuming Wrath's fist.
*Boooooom*
That explosion destabilized the area around them even more.
But Wrath cared nothing about that or the destruction around the realm.
He kept attacking Mathros will killer moves that would either knock Mathros unconscious or it would blast him away from Wrath.
And his getting knocked away didn't help at all because each time he was even thousand feet away from Wrath, a constricting force would descend upon him, and it drug him back to another punch from Wrath.
This would repeat for a while until Mathros teleported away from Wrath.
His entire face was battered and bruised greatly, and his chest was caved in from the attacks from Wrath.
Mathros felt like things were slipping from his control with each moment that passed, and from looking at Wrath he could tell that he was not even winded.
Mathros felt like he was getting stronger and stronger the longer time passed. While he himself was running low on his own magical reserves.
Then he was reminded that he still had the energy of his HellPlane to fill in, so he wasn't too worried about it.
But from sensing the very hot and destructive power coming off Wrath, Mathros was very concerned.
He has never seen that form of energy before in his life, it had very horrid destructive properties.
Case in point, each injury Mathros has received from the fight has never fully healed, on the outside it looks fine, but he still feels the pain from it.
The green energies power was a searing heat that was beyond any magic, divine power, and law of creation that Mathros has ever encountered.
And that was a horrifying fact to realize.
"Are you done with your little break?" A cold voice echoed out from above Mathros sending shivers down his spine.
So, he quickly teleported away from this vulnerable position.
Back in the air, he faced Wrath who looked extremely calm, and Mathros would think he was if not for his eyes that locked onto his every movement.
"You know, you have a very foul Oder on you that repulses me in every type of way." Wrath spoke with his green eyes pulsing with intensity.
Before Mathros could respond, Wrath said, "I already know what it is, but you disappoint me."
As his voice fell, a gigantic green hand fell from the sky on top of Mathros.
*Krackboooom*
That attack from Wrath slammed Mathros down to the ground creating an ocean sized crater. And it did not stop there, the green hand pushed even deeper into the core of the Hellplane.
As Mathros was crushed by this attack, his skin was melted off, even his flesh.
All the way down to the bone.
All around the ground either split open or blew apart from the devastating destruction from this attack.
As the attack faded, and the dust cleared.
Wrath floated down near the place Mathros landed, as he looked inside the crater he was met with an extremely fast black beam.
*Thwammmm*
And if he didn't remove his face in time, half his head would have been gone.
But his attention wasn't on that fact, it was on the black beam, or should I say, black tentacle that was coming from the huge hole in the hell plane.
Wrath frowned already knowing what this was.
"KEKEKEKKEKEKKEKEKe!!!"
And the chaotic laughing that began booming all throughout the HellPlane didn't help at all.
*Rumbleeee*
A horrid feeling of chaos invaded the hellplane, and a shadow fell on all of the realms inside of it.
This shadow caused all to be driven into insanity and chaos, and if they weren't dead already then, the people would begin to murder one another.
Only the upper atmosphere held light that wasn't actually light.
It was Wrath himself surrounded in the green energy that repelled the shadow trying to influence him.
But the sights and sounds that were echoing all around him made his head buzz.
Then from the same hole a mass of black tentacles shot out at wrath, who could only just barely block in the nick of time by making a shield with the green energy.
*Krackbooooom*
In the middle of the mass of black tentacles that began pushing Wrath back, a red light shone with an eerie light.
And as Wrath was fighting of the whispers of madness and chaos trying to consume him, that red light shot forward and nailed him in the shoulder.
"Urg!"
Caught off guard by this Wrath was impaled by none other than Nasheri, Mathros's spear.
And alongside with the black mass of tentacles, Wrath was nailed to very large red mountain.
*Boooom*
Wrath, still awake began trying to pull the spear out of him.
But each time he tried to pull it out or even tear off his arm, the spear would suck out his blood it even tried absorbing the green energy that filled Wrath's body.
And the black tentacles would latch onto Wrath arms, legs and neck holding him in place.
As Wrath was struggling to get free, the hole he knocked Mathros into released a blackish orange light.
And Mathros himself arose up out of it.
This caught Wrath's attention, the whispers in his mind grew quiet and the crawling along his skin stopped.
Wrath looked at him and said, "So, you gave up your booty to huh?"
Mathros surrounded in a blackish orange aura, the mouth of the beastly Mathros cracked an eerie smile in response to Wrath's taunt.
And the Whispers in Wraths mind returned full throttle, it made his mind hurt. The crawling also returned to, as Wrath felt like billions if not trillions of ants were biting him.
"Ah, brother you haven't lost your qualities even if you have digressed into this state." A multitude of voices echoed all around Wrath and the darkened Hellplane.
Wrath stopped struggling, and he looked over at the now very close Mathros.
Seeing him quiet, Marthros said, "Ah come now, don't tell me you don't know who I am."
It took a moment, but Wrath finally said, "Nyarlathotep."
Mrathos/Nyarlathotep smiled a smile that stretched beyond what normal mouths could do.
"Good, Bravo, Brother!" Mrathos/Nyarlathotep squealed out in excitement.
"How do you like the little puppet I'm currently using; I know it is not what I'd normally wear but I just had to come see you."
"And now that I finally am able to see you up close, I can't help but get emotional," Mrathos/Nyarlathotep mocked in a sad voice as he rubbed his body up and down.
But Wrath paid him no mind.
Getting no response from Wrath, Mrathos/Nyarlathotep said, "ah, come on Green Scar!"
Wrath head snapped towards Mrathos/Nyarlathotep as his voice boomed out saying, "Do not call me that!"
Smiling to himself that he finally got a reaction out Wrath, Mrathos/Nyarlathotep kept edging him on.
"Ah, come now, only having a little bit of fun."
He moved closer and grabbed the spear that was lodged into Wrath shoulder, he even began slowly twisting it.
"Besides, I only call you that because of her memories."
*WHrimmmmm*
The green energy inside of Wrath exploded out of him reflecting his anger. It lashed out and defend Wrath, it even made Mrathos/Nyarlathotep move back a bit.
'This green thing of his is quite dangerous.' Mrathos/Nyarlathotep thought to himself, as he felt this avatar and even the one outside this creation felt a heat blister their skin.
*Rumleeeee*
The mountain Wrath was impaled on began to shake like it was about to explode from the aura Wrath was releasing.
Wrath didn't see it but the crack on his chest grew a bit longer, and the green energy wrapped around his body protectively.
Mrathos/Nyarlathotep although wary of the green energy just loved the chaos, he felt rolling off of Wraths body.
So, he kept going trying to get more from Wrath.
Unkown to even someone on his level, he was helping a certain man's plans come to fruition.
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[????Pov]
The Darkness was slowly receding, and the man called Bruce had reached a pivotal area in his personal hell.
After whom knows how long of punching and crawling out of a dark cage. And after each layer he got out of, Bruce began remembering even more things about himself.
Things like he had a father and a mother.
He had a team, and he was betrayed.
But one thing eluded him like the he was a plague, and no matter how hard he tried to remember, he just couldn't.
And so, this leads us too now.
After breaking free from whatever realm of darkness he was in, Bruce found himself on a black and green platform.
But he wasn't alone.
"You, I know you." Bruce said to the old sickly looking white man in front of him.
This old man wore a white shirt, brown cargo pants and brown drees shoes. He had black hair, but white on the sides showing his aging.
The old white man just smiled eerily and said, "Come now son, don't tell me you have forgotten your dear old daddy!"
Bruce was stunned before a feeling of anger overcame him as his mind recalled hidden traumas and memories he had forgotten.
He grabbed his head tightly as things began to make sense.
In his head there were flashes of light revealing things he missed.
A knife, a woman who he loved, him on top of her, and blood lots of blood everywhere.
It was all over Bruce, who watched but could do nothing.
Him hurting her and hurting him as well.
He always hurt us.
As all of this came back to him, a certain change occurred, one which unsettled Brian Banner.
The green flame arose and surrounded Bruce as he stood holding his head and behind him a large shadow appeared in the green flame.
"I have no father." Bruce said as he rose his head up to meet monster who robbed him of a normal childhood.
His burning green eyes bore into Brian like he was a lamb up for slaughter.
"What are you talking about so-" Brian tried to speak but he was silenced by Bruce saying, "NO!"
"There were so many things I wanted to forget, and you were the main one," Bruce said.
"And no matter where I went, you were always a leech, like how you were to my mother."
The dark and lifeless eyes of Bruce began to brighten with a wrathful green color, much to Brian's slowly appearing anger.
"I never had a real parental figure nor family to call my own, all ways so alone and afraid."
When all along it was you from the grave holding me back! His voice boomed with anger, as the green flame grew stronger and brighter.
"You are nothing more than a memory of a man I killed."
"I have done before, Ican do it again!"
Bruce roared this out and he lashed out with a punch that the green flame followed.
Brian's eye went wide with fear, and he screamed out, "Wait!"
"No!"
"NO!"
"N-"
He was swallowed by the green flame and burned out of existence.
Nothing of him remained, and Bruce felt like a lock or shackle was broken on him. As that happened Bruce's mind was flooded by memories of everything.
And I mean everything, his family, the Neo-gamma realm, and the situation going on now.
The green flame simmered down retreating back into Bruce.
The darkness surrounding him faded, and he was met with the sight of a shadow being sitting on a throne looking down at him.
This person had four glowing red eyes that sat beneath the shadow.
"It is time then."
A deep and powerful voice came from the being on the throne.
The beings red eyes locked onto Bruce as he observed his surroundings.
Bruce turned to look up at the huge being on the throne.
"I take it you're the real Vhaalku then."
The being on the throne gave what Bruce thought to be a little grin. Then it said, "you are correct Bruce Banner, I am."
"And all of this, what was it for." Bruce asked Vhaalku.
"The thing with your father was me, but that cage of darkness that would drain your mind and power was of my.... own father." Vhaalku said tiredly.
"Why did you do that with my human father?" Bruce asked curious as to what Vhaalku's answer would be.
Vhaalku said, "I had to test you, to see if you would give in to a demon of the mind."
"And you passed, the main cause of that test was to show you how my brethren would try to come at you in the future."
"I never fully understood what their sick fascinations were with mind games."
Bruce nodded accepting his answer and said, "So, what now."
Vhaalku leaned toward Bruce and said, "Now, I give you everything you will need for when it is time for you to confront father."
"We will truly merge as one, and we shall grow in power."
"I shall leave a plan for you to follow and edit to your will on how to grow your power."
"Though once we merge, my mind will fade into oblivion, and you shall become Vhaalku along with Bruce Banner." Vhaalku said seriously.
Bruce rose an eyebrow at this and said, "Just like that, you don't want anything."
Vhaalku sat back on his throne and released a heavy breath.
"I am tired Bruce Banner, I've never been able to be free, until you and Hulk."
"So, what I will receive is what I have always wanted, death."
Bruce although sad understood Vhaalku, and he said, "And what of Hulk."
Vhaalku smirked and said, "This is only a half of me."
"When the time comes, Hulk shall do what we are about to do."
"Though he will have a bit rougher time than you, as that is my rage aspect of myself, or what you call Titan."
As he said that, an invading crawling chaos shook the plane.
*Rumbleee*
"It would seem that your avatar won't hold out for long."
"It's time, let us begin." Vhaalku spoke.
Bruce nodded and said, "Yeah, he has done his job perfectly, let's do this."
Vhaalku smiled for the first time in his horrid life and his just relaxed on the throne. Then his body slowly became a blackish smoke that crackled with red lighting.
Bruce closed his eyes and raised his arms outward embracing what was coming.
The black smoke took the form of a black dragon as it circled around him and filled up the dark place. Then it roared and poured into Bruce like water filling him up.
The entire dark place began shaking from the transformation that was happening.
Bruces body became much bigger than his previous skinny frame, and the neo-gamma energy erupted from him filling up the entire dark plane with a green color.
Inside his body the neo-gamma energy did something even beyond Vhaalku's expectations.
It devoured his essence and combined its essence with itself, making it take on the powers of Vhaalku an further strengthening Bruce in the process.
Speaking of Bruce, on his body green rune like lines and symbols formed on him.
As the last of the black smoke went inside of him, and the Neo-Gamma devoured it, the place went quiet like a mouse.
"When you open your eyes, you shall have the destruction I carry, use it to strike down our enemies!" Vhaalku's voice thundered in Bruces mind.
Then Bruce opened his eyes, the pools that were his eyes were like literal green suns in his skull. His body flexed a little and the neo-gamma roared to life around him.
There was no pupil nothing, just green pulsing eyes of pure unadulterated power.
He looked at the large crack that formed in front of him and said, "It would seem the avatar made a promise."
"Who am I not to keep it."
"Let us end this."
Then he reached out with his arms and pulled apart the green crack, as the Neo-gamma roared to life behind him.
*Krackboooom*
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