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Marvel: Upgrading Death 21 - Simply Overpowered
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Newton may have died in Dinosia, but his laws remained the same. The third law in particular could define the current state of the world: That every action has an opposite and equal reaction.
For every mess Marshall made. For every king he killed. Something changed out there. Dinosia forcing the First World War to end changed many things. Marshall's killing of King Wilhelm II turned German politics centralized faster than it should have been.
The very existence of Dinosia created a more intense competition between nations, kingdoms, and empires. To see who could match Dinosia, or even get close to that level. That created hatred, animosity, and, in turn, wars.
On one side was Germany, led by Hitler, who hated not just one ethnicity, but anyone who didn't take the Faith of the First Man as their main religion. Hitler wanted to unify the entire world under German order and the First Man's religion. For that, he was willing to kill, exterminate, and purge entire towns, cities, and even nations.
Then there was the British Empire, which was finally on the verge of seeing its sunset.
And quite honestly, the German Reich had become a behemoth that simply couldn't be stopped anymore. By 1942's end, all of Europe had been conquered. From Spain to Kiev, from Greece to Norway. Every single nation was lost to Hitler's advanced weaponry.
Johann Schmidt, the SS Oberst-Gruppenführer, provided Hitler with the special weapons needed for the conquest.
No Allied ship, plane, or weapon could stop the motion. Even the Soviets, who had been counting on the cold, were losing as the Nazis revealed a special unit of soldiers that wore suits able to fight the cold while also being somewhat bulletproof. Killing those soldiers was five times harder than killing ordinary soldiers. That meant a mere army of fifty thousand was equal to a quarter million soldiers.
The death toll had already crossed fifty million.
And from that technology came the unholy union of Axis, only there were two sides. Germany and Japan on the other side. Japan's case was different from Germany's. To the Japanese, the First Man was "Chichinarukami", which meant Father God.
For some reason, the Japanese Emperor decided he had had enough of others ruling Japan in his name. The Emperor abolished the cabinet, the government and took all powers into his hands. He centralized the military under himself, and with the help of weapons Hitler gave him, he launched an attack on Russia from the Eastern shore.
The Emperor decreed that it was his god given right to rule the world. That the First Man was his first ancestor. The man actually believed it because of Marshall's abundant historical presence there, both in texts, statues, and wall-carvings.
In one way or another, everything was tied to the existence of the First Man.
By 1943, the death toll of the global insanity had reached eighty million.
Misery, pain, tears, hopes crushed, dreams ruined. It was as if the entire planet gave out a united cry.
And that cry, somehow, reached the one god they knew actually lived amongst them.
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Eat trash.
Kill yourself.
Snap your neck.
Snap her neck.
Fuck her, breed her.
Leave and vanish.
Dig deep to the core.
Fly into the sun.
Help!
Help…!
Help us…!
"What the fuck!?" Marshall woke up with a jolt and sat up on the bed. It was dark, and he felt Marty move underneath him as he had fallen asleep on the big T-Rex's back.
"Growf?"
"We gotta bolt, Marty. Something's busted out there. Felt like some poor shit crying. No, felt like every poor shit crying."
With big, groggy eyes, Marty shifted. The big boy was forever ready to go wherever Marshall wanted him to.
Since they were already sleeping on the temple's terrace, Marshall summoned his ancient raft and got on it. From Dinosia, he flew fast up north, over the Arctic Ocean, towards Europe. He didn't really have anything on his mind, as most of his mental power was used to suppress those insane thoughts.
But as they flew over Sweden, something was noticeable. Down there, many towns and villages appeared dead, torched, or abandoned. They also noticed dead bodies at times, some pits full of them. Trails of blood stretched in many directions.
"What in tarnation happened here? Peggy said the war's in Germany?" Marshall pondered, continuing to fly further. He tried to remember more details. He felt as if he should know what was going on, but couldn't put his finger on it.
Right as they flew over Poland, Marty moved his big head around, sniffing.
Marshall did the same, having the same ability to smell. "Look at that smoke. Smells like meat… human meat."
"Grawr?"
“No goddamn clue, pal. Guess we’re gonna have to unzip our pants and dive balls-first into the mystery. Ten bucks says Mephisto’s behind it, that horned, smug, contract-writing motherfucker’s been pulling this crap since before dirt was invented.”
Finally, they descended over a fenced-off camp. It was massive, with many smaller divisions inside it. Each had identical buildings, and fields full of people in matching clothes. They all looked thin and rather dirty.
A few of those identical buildings were spewing out smoke.
"Ah! Wait a sec, my mutant detection sense is tingling."
Marshall suddenly stopped his raft on top of a fenced field where a lot of people were gathered. He mainly focused on a boy sitting below. The spell that Selene had cast on him to sense mutants was ringing bells louder than he knew was possible.
He didn't need to try. He just did it naturally and read the boy's mind. Max was his name, and the child was sad. In an instant, Marshall had the entire story of the land known. He realised it now, that this was no war for land or superiority. This was more of a crusade made in his name.
Hitler wanted everyone to follow the First Man. Anyone who opposed received death and misery. Every prisoner in that camp was there because their town or city refused or opposed. Any town that picked up arms was deemed heathens and marked for purge.
"It's all in my name," Marshall muttered and just stared at the boy below, the girl beside him, and then at the rest of the people and the entire camp. This was a situation that had never happened before with him.
At most, people who followed him zealously held feasts and whatnot. But never before had someone chosen to go on a crusade to make his name the only religion. He reckoned the likes of Zeus would reward Hitler for being such an avid follower.
But Marshall was different. He never gave a fuck about any of that. He never asked anyone to pray to him or call him god. Sure, he picked up on that role later on, but it was the people who made him god.
"This is fucked beyond fucked. I’m already ten kinds of batshit crazy, but…" He frowned at the sight of a long line of prisoners being taken inside a building in the distance. "What the hell does he expect from me with this bullshit? A pat? My damned ass? A kiss?"
"Grrrrahn Prrr-rah."
"You think that drooling fuckstick actually believes he's my little altar-boy ass-kisser?" Marshall pondered over Marty's words. "That's possible too. What do we do now? This clusterfuck has zero of my fingerprints on it!"
Bam!
Just then, a rock came hurling from below and hit his raft. Marshall looked down, and it was the same mutant boy, waving to grab his attention.
"Fuck it, I've already seen this dumbster fire. Might as well quash it."
Marshall lowered his raft and landed out in the open. By then, everyone had seen him, so there was no hiding. Alarms were blaring not far away, and men with guns were preparing themselves.
"So much for worshiping me."
"First Man?"
Marshall looked at the mutant boy. "Don't expect candy for remembering me, kid. I got none."
"You're the real First Man, aren't you?"
"Check the threads, kid. Prehistoric fur, and check that fat-ass dino behind me. That's Marty, look, he's waving his baby arm at you." Marshall noticed a dozen soldiers with guns running from him then, and just waved at them like a friend.
But in response, all those soldiers got flattened to the ground, their bones crushed with loud cracks. Then more came, and they also received a wave from Marshall. The difference between him and ordinary humans was like the sun compared to an ant. Or perhaps even more.
Officially and unofficially, Marshall was among the most powerful creatures in the universe. Creature, because nobody really knew what he was anymore.
"Are you going to save us?" asked the boy.
"Fuck it, why the hell not? I’m already knee-deep in this shitshow, may as well play hero for five goddamn minutes. Whaddya say, Marty? Save the kiddies or not?"
Big Marty nodded his equally big head furiously.
"Well, his lordship deigned to agree. Fantastic. Now, where the fuck is the head cockroach in charge of this glorious shithole?"
The boy frowned a bit, connecting the dots to what this god was even saying. "Uh… Franz Stangl? There."
"France? Ain't that too far away?"
"No, I mean Franz, the nam—"
"Ha, just messing with you, kid. I know what you meant. Anywho, Marty's parking his glorious ass right here on guard duty, feel free to shoot the shit with him. Don't worry, he doesn't bite, he does blow out deadly farts though," Marshall replied and walked off into the distance towards a few buildings.
On the way, he grabbed a crippled soldier, mindfucked him, and learned where the so-called commander was. Then he stormed the building and did what a god would, blew it to fucking pieces.
After that, he killed the entire military command of the camp, every single one that was out there.
Reading the commander's mind had told him many things. There was even a memory of Hitler.
Marshall had the misfortune of seeing the inside of Hitler's office. It was filled with artefacts related to him, ancient things, paintings, statues, even. Anything related to him was there. One of the massive walls was entirely painted to show a fantastical depiction of Dinosia.
It was impressive and disappointing. His name was being used to take inspiration for a genocide.
Amazing!
Haha! This is fun!
Let him do it!
Stop him!
What a toy!
Kill them all.
…
…
Just for a moment, Marshall tried to think about the matter deeply, and the voices and uncontrolled thoughts came bursting through. He quickly forced them into a corner, a bit used to them now.
"This ain't right. Even my crazy ass never painted the walls with this many randos for zero reason." Marshall flew back towards Marty, thinking deeply on the way. “Still ain’t my circus, ain’t my murder-clowns.”
At last, he landed back beside Marty.
By then, thousands of prisoners had gathered around the big T-Rex, not scared of him at all. It was a surprising thing how those people feared other men more than a T-fucking-Rex. It did help that Marty was an absolute darling, letting kids climb his back, his little arms waving around.
"Alright, here's the deal," Marshall shouted from on top of Marty's head.
“Every swinging dick in uniform is currently fertilizing the dirt, but lucky for your asses, I’m the last Uber still running, wait, what's Uber?... Anyway, strap in, and enjoy the complimentary flight to the nearest Allied shithole in jolly old England, courtesy of Captain Insanity.”
It was a pitiful state of affairs indeed. The German military was so powerful that the Allies hadn't made any progress inside Europe. All raids were foiled, all land offensives were halted. The only place allies had seen success was in Africa.
Of course, Marshall's raft wasn't big enough to carry so many people. So, he made a few more. A whole fleet of rafts. After that, he told some of the prisoners to go and grab as much food as they could so they could eat it on the journey.
Marshall couldn't fly too fast, as that would kill them. He couldn't fly too high, as that would freeze them. So, he stayed under the clouds, high enough that nothing from underneath could hit them. But they were also low enough for all to see.
As they flew over many cities, the massive fleet of rafts was photographed. But all of Europe was Nazi territory, so Marshall didn't stop. He did find many more concentration camps, however. There were many big ones in the Netherlands. There were likely many more down south, as the memory of that previous commander told Marshall.
But he didn't go there, they just crossed the English Channel and arrived in London. The entire city was decimated by German raids; barely any building was left standing. So, Marshall went further and reached Bletchley, where he finally landed among all the people.
At that point in time, Marshall was too recognisable. Moreover, Marty always gave him away. There could be many people masquerading as Marshall, but there was only one handsome T-Rex in the world.
There, Marshall deboarded all the people. By then, the military stationed there also arrived to greet him. They didn't bother taking out their weapons, and the military general in command came over to greet him.
"Uh… God? Good evening."
"..."
Marshall stared at the man who came to meet him. "Good evening to you as well, my good tea sipper."
"..."
"I'm Alastair Denniston. I head the Government Code and Cypher School here. Thank you for saving these people. It's a crime against humanity what's happening in Europe."
Marshall was busy scratching his ear. “Horse shit. Absolute horse shit on toast. You’ve been raping and pillaging continents in the name of 'mah empire, where the sun never shat'. But now that the chickens are home to peck your tiny imperial dick off, suddenly you’re the victim? Eat my whole ass, Queen’s boy. Where is that midget Queen anyway? She alive?”
"..."
"Ah, I presume you mean Queen Victoria? She's no lo—"
"She dead? Good riddance. Anyway, you said Code and Cypher, that means you got nerds in there?"
"..."
Denniston didn't know how to react to all the things the god was saying. The thing was, he didn't even feel angry or the desire to counter. A god was saying it, after all. And honestly, he saw a reason for it.
"Uh… We do, God? Yes, we have very intelligent people helping us—"
"Great, I can always use some nerds. You got some paper?"
Denniston nodded and eyed his assistant, who quickly opened a bag and handed paper and a pen to the First Man.
"Alright, let me write it down." Marshall scribbled, not too much, just a single line that says 'All of you nerds are welcome in Dinosia after the war,' and finally, he signed his name, and scribbled Marty as well.
“Lose it, and I swear on my left nut I’ll fry you from inside out with holy fire, till your eyeballs pop like champagne corks."
"I-what… I understand."
With that, Marshall started walking back towards his raft.
"Sir—I mean, God! Will you not stop this war?"
"Huh? Why should I? I didn't start it, I got nothing to do with it. But the shitstorm's gone too far, I guess. Dinosia will help you all, my fine nerds probably got some shiny weapons and shit. Money too, I think. Anyway, I'm off."
As Marshall stepped on his raft, he looked at the mutant boy. "Hop on, kid. You're coming with me. I smell untapped badassery in you."
"Me?" the boy asked back, shocked, looking left and right.
"Damn right. And that girl, you sweet on her?"
"I… what?"
"Love, you in love with her?"
The boy, Max, looked at Magda and blushed, but nodded in the end.
"Bring the girl as well, then. We're going to Dinosia, and it's gonna be your new home."
At that point, being invited to Dinosia was like being invited to the kingdom of god, the literal heaven on Earth. Everyone had heard the rumors, and Max had as well. He grabbed the girl's hand and climbed the raft, as if scared it'd leave without him.
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Camp Lehigh, USA, 1943
“What’s the fucking point? You already bagged my sexy ass, so why keep pumping cash into this super-soldier thing?” Helvar asked as he stood at the side and eyed the soldiers being trained for the project. “Feels like pissing gold into a volcano, geniuses.”
“But how long is that supposed to last?” Phillips said. “With respect, the First Man doesn’t stick his nose in world matters. It helps us and hurts us. When things get rough, we can’t count on him. Right now, you’re here to deal with Schmidt, and these soldiers will carry the weight of the regular war.”
“I ain’t moving till I go blind from staring, and even then I’ll get braille lessons on her ass,” Helvar said with a shrug, heatedly eyeing the gorgeous woman nearby. “Fucking hell, man, you dug up a goddess.”
"..."
"Agent Carter?" asked Chester, looking towards the woman in question. "She is a beauty, and that's a weapon she wields."
"Um-hmm, I'd love to fight that weapon," Helvar replied with a smug look. “Be a pal and pimp me out to her, yeah?”
"Understood." Chester Phillips left with a sigh, as he was supposed to check the new batch of soldiers anyway.
The old Secretary of Defense approached the line of soldiers and inspected them all, finding one scrawny boy amongst the otherwise fit men. He sighed, but didn't say anything as selecting the men was Erskine's decision.
In the end, he advised Peggy to go and talk with Helvar, maybe flirt with him a little, and keep him dancing around her fingers. No matter what, Helvar was a demi-god, and having him on their side in the war was going to be a game-changer. While the man looked to be in his twenties, Chester knew he was in truth thousands of years old.
"Him?"
"Just keep him on a leash."
Soon, Peggy Carter was standing in front of Helvar. The gorgeous agent eyed the dark-haired iteration of the First Man, just more sleek-looking. She could see Hela's trace on him.
"You wish to speak with me, Sir?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely, hot stuff. Let’s pound some booze and finish that sentence with my—"
"Before we proceed, you should know I have shared several discreet and rather pleasant evenings in 'conversation' with your father."
"..."
At first, Helvar's face froze. Then his face lost color. His eyes sank. Then his mouth opened wide, and dry heaves came out. He grunted in disgust and started coughing, frowning at the same time.
"Holy fucking shit! Disgusting… ugh, I gotta drink magma to rinse my mouth. My bad… shit, sorry, forgot your old man screws like a rabid jackrabbit… Ugh… I just imagined him pounding you, no-fuck… I need a drink. Ma’am, we’re wiping this timeline. Never saw you, never spoke, nice and professional."
He could swear he saw Peggy smirk, like she knew he'd react this way. But he couldn't care less and just flew away.
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Dinosia, Temple of the First Man,
Of all the ladies, Hela was the one Marshall spent most of his time with. She was his unofficial wife, after all. The first woman who had his kid, and then the second. There was also Angela, but she was who knows where with his son. The woman was still into women, but also him, and only him.
But Hela was always there for him. And that night, it was all slow and passionate. Low grunts, loud breaths, and kissable moans.
Marshall sank down onto her fully, his hips wedged tight between her trembling thighs while his cock throbbed balls-deep in the clutch of her soaked cunt.
Hela’s long legs snapped around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, locking him exactly where she wanted him.
He snatched both her slender wrists in one brutal hand, yanked them high above her head, and slammed them into the pillows. He pinned the Goddess of Death under him like she was his. Their bodies fused, sweat-slick skin on skin, her supple pale breasts squished under his chest, nipples stiff and scraping with every breath.
He kissed her like a starving man. Lips crashing, teeth clashing, tongue fucking her mouth until her lips were swollen red. Then he moved, dragging that greedy mouth across her cheek, sucking hard enough to bruise, painting her perfect face with wet marks.
Down her throat he went, biting, licking, branding the graceful column until purple blooms rose. Every bite, every lick, and the scrape of his stubble left trails that made her shiver straight to her clit.
Hela smiled the whole damn time, soft and delirious. Her lips parted in pleasure while her body twisted restlessly. Her head rolled side to side, black hair spilling like ink. Her long, shuddering exhales begged for more. The sound of her pleasure bounced off the stone walls like the temple itself was getting off on it.
Slosh! Slosh!
The wet, obscene sound of his cock sliding slow and deep through her dripping pussy filled the room.
Marshall fucked her with slow, soul-deep thrusts, grinding in until his cockhead kissed the mouth of her womb. Each roll of his hips was brutal, passion thick enough to choke on, love wrapped in raw lust. He gave her everything she never knew she deserved.
“Ummmmh… oh!” Hela’s moan cracked open, her spine bowing off the bed as she shoved her hips up to meet him, greedy for every inch.
He was the first man, the only man she’d ever let this close. Doubt had burned away long ago; now every slow drag of his fat cock through her clutching walls screamed that surrendering to him had been the single best choice of her endless life.
Eyes squeezed shut, Hela drowned in it.
His mouth branding fire across her throat, his thick cock stretching her pussy until she felt split in half and whole at the same time. Every pounding thrust sent wet heat gushing out of her, her walls rippling and milking him in desperate waves. Her clit throbbed against his rock-hard rod, swollen and aching, while his chest hair scraped her nipples raw and perfect. She was lost in the slick, filthy heaven of being fucked like she was the only thing keeping him sane.
Then his mouth found hers again, swallowing her cries as he kissed her like he was trying to crawl inside her soul. Greedy, desperate, drowning while his cock kept that slow, grinding rhythm inside her dripping cunt. He kissed her like it hurt to stop.
The untouchable Goddess of Death finally yielded in a way she never had before. She parted those swollen crimson lips and let him in, let Marshall slide his tongue against hers like he was drinking the finest wine from her mouth.
She melted under the heat of his bare chest, the iron grip of his fingers locked around her pinned wrists, the scrape of his stubble, the wet drag of his tongue tasting every corner of her mouth. His breath was hot and raw with want; it flooded her lungs and made her dizzy. She felt small under him for the first time in millennia, and fuck, she loved it.
Her long legs tightened, heels digging hard into the small of his back. She yanked him down brutally, forcing his cock to spear even deeper, slamming past her gripping walls, throbbing.
“Oh!” She yelped in utter pleasure when his cock went so deep she felt her insides shift.
And Marshall gave it to her, exactly what she demanded. He drove in with punishing thrusts that buried every inch, balls slapping wet against her ass.
Creek! Plap! Creek!
The entire bed shuddered and screeched.
Hela’s body jerked higher up the bed with the force, tits bouncing wildly. Then–
“Ahhhhh… Marr–sshall!!”
She erupted. A hoarse, loving scream ripped from her throat as her pussy convulsed around him in hard, greedy spasms, gushing slick in messy pulses that soaked his shaft, his balls. Her thighs trembled, her back arched like a bow, and tears of pure, overwhelmed bliss streaked her cheeks while she clung to him, coming apart with his name on her lips.
“Ugh… I’m close, Hela,” Marshall rasped against her swollen mouth.
His fractured mind went blissfully blank; every insane thought, every screaming century, silenced by the fist-tight clutch of her pussy milking him. Her walls fluttered and squeezed like they were trying to drag his soul out through his cock, slick pouring over him, hot and scorching. He kissed her messy, desperate, tasting the salt of her skin.
"Then let me do the honors," she purred with pleasure.
Creak!
In one fluid, terrifyingly strong twist Hela flipped them. She shoved Marshall onto his back while she swung her leg over, straddling him, never letting his cock slip free from her dripping cunt. She rose above him like a queen, hair a wild black cascade down her spine, green eyes glowing in the dim. One of the only women in all the realms strong enough to manhandle an immortal madman, and she looked fucking triumphant doing it.
"Man, I'll never get bored of saying it. You're insanely hot!" Marshal blurted excitedly.
Hela giggled, confident, sex-drunk, and sank down to kiss him hard while she rolled her hips in a slow, filthy grind. Wet, creamy sounds filled the room again, louder now.
“And you… are… the only man… I’ll ever cherish in such a way,” she breathed against his lips, each word punctuated by the slap of her ass meeting his thighs.
It sounded like a confession, a declaration from her mouth. One she wasn't ashamed or embarrassed of.
Pa!
Marshall’s wide palms cracked down on her ass in twin stinging slaps, then gripped the plush flesh hard enough to bruise even a goddess. So warm, so soft, yet burning hot inside; her cunt boiled him root to tip. He lost himself in the wet heat of her kiss, the sinful weight of her body.
But in the next moment, Hela straightened up, knees sliding wider, and dropped into a perfect squat. Heels planted flat, thighs flexing. She started riding him for real, rising until only the swollen head stretched her entrance, then slamming down until his cock punched the breath out of her lungs.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The bed creaked again, groaned like it was begging for mercy, screaming under the assault of a goddess fucking her mad immortal like the world could end tomorrow.
Marshall roared. "Ooooh! Fuck me! I'm ready to burst!"
He tried to plunge up into her, hips snapping hard, but Hela was a relentless storm.
She slammed down with terrifying strength, palms braced on his chest, nails carving into his skin. Every descent punched right into his soul, her ass smacking his thighs so hard the impact rippled through her tits and sent them bouncing like pale, obscene moons.
Creak! Creak!
Yet another bed was close to giving up in their lovemaking. Wood splintering at the joints, threatening to collapse under the fury of a goddess.
“Fuck! Fucking tight! Hela… so fucking—!”
“Oh, oh, ooohhh Marshal! Yes! Take me!”
They moaned continuously. His guttural and cracked, hers high and trembling, the sounds tangling in the air.
"Ugh! Dammit… can't hold it!" he snarled through clenched teeth.
"Neither… Can I!"
Just as Marshall erupted, so did Hela.
Hela dropped, ass flat onto his cock, hips grinding in frantic little circles, belly rolling in waves as her walls seized around him. She came with a scream that cracked mid-note, squirting hard. Hot, messy jets splashing over his abs, his balls, the ruined sheets. Her chin high as she screamed to the heavens, tits thrust out and trembling, hair whipping across her sweat-slick spine.
Marshall stared up at her, utterly fucking lost. His vision tunneled to just her, those perfect swells shaking, her throat bared, mouth open on a silent cry. He erupted with a hoarse groan. Thick, endless spurts of batter surged into her, flooding her insides, filling her so deep it leaked out around his buried shaft.
Pump after pump after pump, matching every spasm of her pussy, their climaxes crashing together in one long, perfect, devastating wave until the world blurred into oblivion.
Hela collapsed forward onto his chest, elbows framing his head, lips raining soft, shaky kisses over his jaw, his cheeks, his mouth. Trembling little pecks that tasted like tears of bliss and sex.
His hands settled on her hips, fingers sinking into warm flesh, feeling the slow ooze of his own cream seeping out around his softening cock, the mess of them both still pulsing gently inside her.
"Marshall…" Hela muttered, with a small smile. "You are the most unpredictable joy of my life."
He crushed her closer, arms banding tight, and lifted her left hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. Then he froze, brows knitting.
"Wait a sec, I never put a ring on you?" he realized.
"A ring?" Hela blinked, still dazed and glowing.
"That's what married folks do. Give each other a ring." He stared at her bare fingers like they’d personally betrayed him. "Gotta change that."
"We're not married, Marshall."
"Not far from that either… You don't want the ring?"
For a few moments, there was silence. But then Hela lay flat on him, as if to hide her face. She kissed his neck, bit his earlobe, and whispered into his ear.
"I'd love to have one, Marshall."
Marshall laughed in low breaths and squeezed her into a tight hug, his cock growing hard again. The night was long, and both of them knew they had more to give each other. They were gods, after all.
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Kechak! Kechak!
“Let me make this crystal fucking clear before I start biting faces off: Shitler and me? We ain’t even the same species. This isn’t me ‘clearing things up,’ this is me pissing on his grave in advance. That pus-filled tick is out here committing mass murder with my name on the invoice. Cool, he can slurp a bucket of dicks and die purple. I never begged anybody to pray for me; you just started doing it. He did it solo. And honestly, I'm pissed now..."
Since Dinosia didn't allow journalists to enter, Marshall had to go across the water to deliver his speech. He didn't care what the world thought; he just wanted Hitler to know that the First Man didn't give a damn about him. That whatever he was doing, it was pointless.
The president was nice enough to give him the White House lawn. Not that Marshall would have asked before using it anyway. And since the media of the era were just voice recording, writing, and some pictures, it was a pretty simple deal.
"And Japan, I don't even know what's going on there. The fucker-in-charge says he's my descendant? Motherfucker, I don’t recall raw-dogging his great-great-granny in a rice paddy. Pretty sure my ancient dragon dong doesn’t even work on human plumbing. So listen up, anybody pulls that “divine descendant” horseshit and acts up? Dinosia will hunt them down and kill them like the cockroaches they are."
Kechak! Kechak!
The cameras flashed nonstop. President Morgan tried to come over and shake hands with him, but instead, Marshall patted the man's head like a puppy and just flew away.
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Dinosia didn't have an army in the first place. The country was made of nerds and just nerds. So, Dinosia did what they were good at. They analyzed the war, made strategies, developed weapons, planes, ships, tanks, bombs, and decrypting technology.
On top of that, Dinosia was so rich that they handed out money like it grew on trees.
Recruitment drives were held across the world in many nations. Dinosia raised an army of paid volunteers of varying nationalities, numbering ten million. Bulletproof vests, helmets, best-in-class weapons, and a quick and efficient training developed by nerds of Dinosia made war-ready soldiers.
After that, the Allied military provided actual war-tested commanders of varying experience to lead Dinosia's army. From there, the tides started to turn. Germany and Japan were already on the losing front as Marshall's public declaration had created rifts within.
No longer did everyone follow Hitler or the Japanese Emperor. God had personally spoken, after all. But still, the machine wasn't easy to stop since so many interests were tied to many things. Those at high ranks and with something to gain wanted to keep going.
To stop that machine, a hard, brutal pounding was needed. And with Dinosia bankrolling the entire war, thousands of planes were built, tens of thousands of bombs were dropped. Helvar the Godson, as he was called, became the symbol of strength.
The demi-god flew across Asia and Europe and decimated enemy lines. Entire tank divisions were ruined, and entire enemy camps were cratered. The Allies started to sweep into Europe from the southwest and the northwest, liberating land piece by piece.
In the meantime, Captain America, the first super soldier, alongside Captain Carter, the second super soldier, conducted operations behind enemy lines, focused on Johann Schmidt. There were no more super soldiers, however, as Abraham Erskine left for Dinosia and took the serum formula with him. As Dinosia wasn't interested in making super soldiers, the scientist felt at home, where he could do anything he wanted.
America could do nothing but swallow their annoyance. Dinosia was already funding the war; they couldn't afford to anger the First Man.
Slowly, Allied forces started to encircle Germany from all sides.
It was a costly win. Over a hundred million lives had been lost already.
But at last, the end was in sight.
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Somewhere over the Arctic,
"Gaaaaaaah!" Red Skull screamed, holding the Tesseract in his hand.
“Sweet baby Jesus! Blast me already! Pull the trigger, you walking abortion, end this shit!” Marshall roared, watching Red Skull struggle to hold the cube. Captain America and Captain Carter were right behind him, trying to fly the plane away from America.
But the Red Skull was too busy just staring at the cube. Marshall didn't want that. He could feel an insane amount of energy coming from that cube, enough to kill him. Enough to make him powerful. It was getting so hard for him to grow stronger that he was willing to take this risk as well.
"Not on my fucking watch! You’re firing that crap straight at me, love it or choke on it!”
Seeing the energy rising, Marshall ran forward and jumped, his body flying perpendicular on top of Red Skull. Right then, a blue energy beam shot up and struck Marshall. Just as Red Skull started to turn into shreds, Marshall's body acted the same, but much slower.
"Hold on!" Marshall shouted, wanting to actually die and not just get injured. "It's working!"
"Sir!"
"Shush, boy!" He waved at Rogers. "This is all a part of the plan. Been doing this shit longer than you were a speck of dust. Trust the fucking process."
Red Skull kept screaming. Marshall kept laughing. He could feel his life ending. Too bad it didn't happen in a snap because it was fucking painful. His body was being overloaded with energy and getting destroyed. But he wanted that.
"This is it! Hah! I can feel it! Any moment now and—"
Marshall vanished with a poof. His body exploded into dust.
Pop!
The very next second, even less than a second, he returned to the same spot. Red Skull wasn't there, and before the Tesseract could hit the floor, he grabbed it with his naked hand. Nothing happened to him as his body itself inhabited the same properties as the cube and what was inside it.
"Wooooooh! I can feel it! Running through my damn veins, all the blue energy. One swing and I could glass a whole goddamn country… or yeet myself clear across the cosmos. Interesting!"
"Sir, the plane is going to crash!"
"No shit, it's got no power source," Marshall replied and took the reins, holding the entire plane in the air using his telekinesis. He just kept the aircraft in one spot and lowered it gently to the ground on top of the thick ice sheets.
After that, they deboarded the plane safely, and from a distance, Marshall raised his right hand towards the plane. He felt the itch to try his new pure energy-based attack.
Boom!
His claw-like hand shot a massive beam of blue energy. The plane got decimated, and the nukes on it exploded at the same time. The cloud that formed in the sky was gorgeous.
"Hah! Unlimited power!" Marshall felt like screaming that, and he did.
But the fun lasted a short moment. The shockwave came and swept Steve and Peggy. Marshall had to fly and catch them. After that, he just flew with them back to civilization. All the while, he had the Tesseract in one hand. He planned on giving it to his nerds to do some research on.
Since the two super soldiers weren't normal, he flew fast and dropped their asses in the middle of New York City. He saw Steve eye the Tesseract, but he pocketed it.
“Cool, that’s fucking wrapped. Now go strangle Hitler till his eyes pop. After that, garrote the Japanese Emperor for dessert. I’m done here, peace out.”
Marshall flew straight up from there, towards the clouds. He could hear military jeeps coming from all sides, and he didn't want his mood to be spoiled. It was an amazing feeling, so powerful. He even wanted to go to Asgard and spar with Odin.
Feel like making another kid with Hela tonight. Maybe I should, she's always ready.
He flew even faster after that, booming past the clouds.
Shhhh!
But his path was blocked, forcing him to halt abruptly. He hadn't seen that massive spaceship in so long that it took him seconds to remember it. It was the same ship the Eternals had arrived on Earth long ago.
"Marshall!" Ajak appeared at one of the hatches, shouting towards him.
He flew straight towards her, wanting to celebrate his power-up with her as well. But seeing the frown on her face, he reckoned that wasn't going to happen.
"Marshall!" She screamed. "It’s arrived!"
"What?" He asked back.
Ajak pointed towards the sky. "The Aspirant! The Celestial Destructor is here!"
Marshall looked up as well, and right there, he noticed a shadow. It was so distant, but also massive. He could only see the head; it was so huge that it covered the entire sky. It had a helmet-like head with many spikes, with red, gleaming eyes. Like most Celestials, it had a mecha-like body.
Usually, Marshall believed in fighting problems head-on. But this creature, he didn't know how to beat. The last time he fought a Celestial, it took a team of powerful beings, and Firehair on his side. And that Celestial was barely awake. But this one… this one felt powerful, and its own job was killing Celestials.
This was an Aspirant, nothing he'd seen or fought before.
Snap!
"What the—!"
Marshall jolted, his head looking around. His body just got teleported against his will and appeared right in front of the Aspirant's massive head, mainly near the middle of the two glowing eyes.
"Big ass or small ass, still an ass!" Marshall roared and attacked without holding back. He used his recently acquired energy beam, as it was the strongest. He added cosmic flames to it. His beam was humongous, and it hit the Aspirant on the forehead.
Not a fucking flinch?
No flinch, no blink.
Marshall kept pouring out the energy from his body. Not even a small crack appeared. He remembered that this creature was extra-dimensional, extra-universal. This creature predated many universes.
No longer was Marshall the oldest guy in the room. This was a literal creator and destroyer of entire worlds and species.
"I have crossed the cosmos to reach here, human."
"Oh, it speaks!" Marshall snarled.
"Your ordinary existence has extraordinary meanings, hidden even from my eyes, and so feels the First Firmament. You shall journey with me for the First Firmament to understand you, for you are a creature of none."
Marshall stopped casting the beam because it was practically doing nothing. "You're here to kidnap me? Not a chance, buddy. I'd rather die."
"Your tricks hold no mystery to us. We understand the force you carry, Marshall S. Grant, and I can shape your choice. Come with us, or let your world fall to nothing."
Marshall couldn't read this creature. There was no face to read.
"Very well, we begin with your pet. It has lingered by your side the longest. We have seen every moment." Celestial Destructor's voice was all telepathic, yet it felt booming. And as if everything obeyed its will, a new figure popped there out of nowhere.
"Leave Marty alone!" Marshall roared and tried to fly towards the T-Rex. He saw the shocked, scared, and confused expression on Marty's face. The guy was nothing special, just a slightly powerful dinosaur. "Let him go!"
"We have studied you, as I said. One clear lesson must be carved into your insanity filled thoughts so you finally understand."
"Nooooo! Marty!"
"Rwaaaaar!"
Marty roared towards Marshall.
Marshall tried to fly towards him.
But he couldn't even move an inch. An invisible energy kept him in place. He tried to use his powers, but nothing worked. That same energy kept him confined entirely. And right before his eyes, Marty's body disintegrated.
"Let us continue with your firstborn."
Before Marshall could even digest what had happened, Helvar popped out of nowhere, equally shocked.
"Dad? What's happening? Where's Marty? He was with me."
Marshall didn’t speak. He glared at the giant Aspirant with primordial rage. Marty was all that mattered. Marty was what kept him grounded. Marty was what kept him sane for millions of years.
Marty was everything.
"I'll go with you."
Comments
Razvan Peles
Tftc
MrPlotThickens
After returning.
Daniel
Also when is Marshall going to find Mephista?
Daniel
Also are you going to make a poll for Future Women. And what is the Son with Angela Named?
Daniel
Damn paid because of cliff hangers on webnovel. Now this is a HUGE cliff hanger. Marshall about to go Super Saiyan.
Arkhaan
Marty better live at the end or I’ll start a Revolution in his name
Kei Winston
man i hope theres no huge timeskip or something due to following the celestial destroyer guy
Mr. Cooki3s
Congratulations Mr celestial u just created magic John wick
Stremkoz
MARTY!!! NOOOO!!! Damn, I hope he's not really dead, I never expected to be this attached to a T-Rex lmao.
André Lange
Holy fuck… man I hope it ends up with Marshall being fixed somehow and Marty not being poofed somehow.
