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C604 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2024-01-21 16:08:35 +0000 UTCOnce John, the enigmatic personification of death, stopped laughing like a madman, he held up his bony hand and snapped his fingers for a second time. Immediately, the holographic-like screens in front of Peter were updated…
[Mission One: Destroy the Council of Kang’s
• The Council of Kang’s unwillingness to regulate themselves is leading the multiverse towards an inevitable death. Eradicate them to restore order
Reward: Deaths Harvester
•??????????]
‘Deaths Harvester?’ Peter read, his mind wandering. ‘Sounds like a scythe…’
Ignoring the question marks, as he has no idea what they mean, Peter continues down the list…
[Sub-mission: Kang Genocide
• Kill all Kang’s to eliminate future threats
Reward: Kang Soul Husk
• A husk which holds the souls of every Kang in the multiverse. Do with it as you wish]
‘Man, I wonder what would happen if I devoured or assimilated all of those souls in a ritual?’ Peter thought as he eyed the Soul Husk, greed flashing in his eyes.
Though a moment later, he was forced to get himself under control. After all, he didn’t plan to complete any of the sub-missions.
‘Sometimes, I wish that I would have went the evil route. Things are always so simple for the bad guys… They can really just do whatever they want without feeling bad.’ Peter thought before letting it go. He didn’t need the reward anyway.
[Mission Two: Destroy the Spider-Society
• The Spider-Society has taken up the challenge of preserving what they call 'canon events,' believing this saves both entire universes and their inhabitants. In reality, these actions are damaging the fabric of the multiverse. Eradicate them to restore order
Reward: Death’s Cloak
• ?????????]
Once again, Peter was given nothing but a vague reward name with the word Death in front of it and a line of question marks. ‘This is starting to get annoying…’ He thought, feeling as though John was playing games with him.
[Sub-mission: Spider-Genocide
• Kill all Spider-Society members
Reward: Spider Soul Husk
• A husk which holds the souls of every Spider-Society member. Do with it as you wish]
‘Man, if I was evil…’ Peter couldn’t help but daydream about all that he could do with such a reward. But sadly, he was a good guy.
[Mission Three: Destroy the competition
• Kill, defeat, or win over other successors to be the last one standing
Reward: Death’s Heart
•??????????]
Spotting the reward, Peter glanced at Death, setting his boundaries, "Um, I don’t know how to say this, but… I'm married, and even if I weren't, I'm not interested in men. No offense, of course. I mean, you're free to love whoever you want. I don't judge or care, really."
John, puzzled, eyed the mission reward, eventually grasping Peter's implication.
"Very funny..." Death dryly commented, pulling down his robe.
"Whoa!" Peter exclaimed, covering his eyes. "I said I wasn't interested. You shouldn't just flash me, you perverted criminal!"
John, irritated, sighed, "Open your eyes, nitwit!"
Reluctantly complying, Peter peeked through his fingers, adopting a jokingly scared stance, which made him look like a frightened little girl, further fueling the skeleton's frustration.
Peter’s attention was immediately drawn to John's skeletal chest, the bones forming a cage around his still-beating black heart. The heart, an anomaly amidst the lifeless bones, pulsed with an eerie rhythm. It was a surreal sight containing no other organs, just bones and a heart, both in pristine condition.
"So, if I win the fight for succession, you’ll give me your actual heart? What the f*ck am I supposed to do with that?" Peter questioned, his eyes narrowing at the bizarre revelation. "Are you planning to kill yourself?"
John, the enigmatic embodiment of death, simply shrugged in response. "Maybe? I don't really know what happens when I take this heart out. All I know is, if I want to pass on my powers and the responsibilities that come with them, I have to give it away. If you succeed, this heart will beat in your chest next."
“Yay?” Peter said sarcastically, finding the idea rather repulsive, to be honest.
[Sub-mission: Competitive Genocide
• Kill them all
Reward: +3 inches]
Peter's gaze shifted to the holographic screens, where the final mission's reward humorously read "+3 inches." His mind immediately went to an inappropriate conclusion, but he refused to believe a Death God would stoop so low. The implications were clear, but Peter shook off the notion, hoping for a more reasonable explanation.
With an amused tilt to his voice, John clarified, "It's added penis length for anyone who completes the mission. Humans seem to care a lot about that, so I thought it'd make a good reward."
Sighing in disbelief, Peter found himself torn between the absurdity of the situation and the temptation of such an enhancement. He admitted, even to himself, that the prospect of added length enticed him. But luckily, he was already well-endowed and didn't need the reward. In fact, the idea of adding three inches seemed more uncomfortable than appealing.
John commented, revealing, "A lot of my male candidates really appreciate this reward. It really motivates them in the right direction, you know?"
Inwardly shaking his head, Peter couldn't deny the allure it might have for some. Though the thought of his fellow successors eagerly slaughtering one another just to gain a few extra inches was both funny and sad.
Unable to resist the curiosity, Peter dared to ask, "What about the female candidates?"
John responded casually, "They have their own enhancing reward, an increase in breast and butt size, along with a thinner waist. Some even asked for thicker thighs, which seems to be a new trend these days…"
Peter sighed, realizing that both men and woman would kill for the last reward. It seemed to be a twisted incentive designed to pit successors against each other, playing into their insecurities and desires.
‘I take back what I said earlier… John is definitely evil…’ Peter realized without a shadow of a doubt. "So… what now?" He questioned, uncertainty etched across his face.
John, turning serious for a moment, asked, "Do you agree to become a successor candidate?"
Peter nodded, a heavy sigh escaping him. "I don't really have a choice, do I? Either I say no and let a lot of Spider-People get killed, or I join the fight and try to save them. Obviously, I choose to join the fight."
Nodding in acknowledgment, John suddenly appeared before Peter, mere inches away. His skeletal hand reached down and tapped Peter on the forehead. A surge of black, deathly energy coursed through Peter's body, leaving behind a chilling sensation. Within seconds, a tattoo of a laughing skull materialized on the back of Peter's hand, a mark of his entry into this cosmic game.
"Welcome to the game, Peter. I'll be watching, and I expect good results from you," John declared with an air of expectation.
As John's words echoed in the space, he vanished, leaving Peter alone in the darkness. However, solitude didn't linger for long as a voice calling his name resonated in the void.
"Peter… Wake up… Peter… Peter…" The voice repeated, growing louder with urgency.
Abruptly, Peter found himself jolting awake from what seemed like a dream within a dream. Leo sat beside him, wearing his dinosaur pajamas as he shook Peter into consciousness.
“Do I have to be awake?” Peter asked, receiving a disapproving look from Leo. “Okay, fine, I’ll wake up…”
"Breakfast…” Leo pointed to the door, his innocent eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“Okay, why don’t you go and wait downstairs. I’ll be down in a minute…” Peter shooed Leo ways before sitting up.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Peter couldn't forget the odd yet surreal experience he had just endured. Glancing down at the back of his right hand, he wasn’t surprised to see the skull tattoo still there, staring back at him, proving that he wasn’t just dreaming.
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As Peter joined his family for breakfast, ignoring his new missions for the time being, across the vastness of the universe, Galactus stirred from his cosmic slumber. The hunger that gnawed at him was more than a mere appetite, it was a relentless force driving him to consume worlds.
Hoping to finally quell this insatiable hunger, he sought a solution, a deal with Thanos for the coveted Infinity Stones. But unbeknownst to Galactus, the very being he sought had already met his end at the hands of the newest Death Successor Candidate.
Frustration and hunger gnawed at Galactus, pushing him to take matters into his own hands. The hunger was not merely a physical need, it was a force that threatened to consume him entirely.
Summoning his herald, the Silver Surfer, Galactus issued a command. "Find Thanos and the Infinity Stones. My hunger cannot wait any longer." He said, eying the metallic man before him. “If we don’t get the stones soon, you’ll have to find a few planets this time… I’m feeling particularly peckish this time around…”
[Insert picture of Silver Surfer here]
The Silver Surfer, a gleaming figure of cosmic energy, nodded in understanding. Without a word, he shot into the cosmic expanse, streaking through the stars in pursuit of the elusive Mad Titan. The fate of many worlds hung in the balance…
A/N: 1545 words :)
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Nazarickk
Thanks for the chapter
