Judgment of the Endless (MarvelxDC)

A serene dawn broke over Earth, with sunlight spilling over bustling cities, quiet villages, and sprawling landscapes. However, the peace was short-lived. The skies above Earth darkened unnaturally, casting an eerie shadow over the planet.

Humanity's eyes turned upward, many pausing their daily routines in confusion, while others already felt an ominous dread creeping in.

Through the thickening atmosphere, colossal ships began to emerge, their size dwarfing anything mankind could imagine. Thanos' fleet, sleek and jagged, with glowing purple and gold accents, radiated raw power and technological superiority.

Each ship looked like a predator, cutting through the heavens with an air of dominance. Beside them was Darkseid's armada—massive, imposing slabs of blackened steel, brimming with dark, fiery energy.

These ships did not glide; they loomed, as if pressing down on Earth's very soul. The combined fleets formed an impenetrable blockade, blotting out the sun in some regions and plunging the world into shadow.

Panic erupted across the globe. Crowds gathered in the streets, staring up at the alien armada in disbelief.

News anchors stammered over breaking reports, military forces scrambled to ready their defenses, and families clung to each other, unsure of what was to come. It was chaos—an Earth collectively holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

Then, the projections began.

Massive holograms of Darkseid and Thanos materialized simultaneously, visible across the planet. They towered over cities, landscapes, and oceans, appearing on every screen, every device, every reflective surface that could transmit an image.

The sheer size of their projections dwarfed even the tallest skyscrapers, and their presence demanded attention.

Darkseid stood first, his expression cold and calculating, his crimson eyes burning with malice. "Inhabitants of Earth," he began, his voice low and resonating with authority. "You stand on the precipice of annihilation. For too long, your fragile world has been left unchecked—a beacon of defiance in a universe that bends to its superior's will. I am Darkseid, and I have come to claim what is mine."

As his words sank into the hearts of humanity, Thanos stepped forward in his own projection, his voice a chilling counterpoint to Darkseid's. "Earth has been a thorn in the side of balance for far too long. Your resistance, your champions, your so-called Avengers—they have all delayed the inevitable. I am Thanos, and I seek the Stones to restore order. Submit to your new reality, for fighting will only bring suffering."

The two titans shared a glance through their projections before Thanos continued. "Darkseid and I have forged an alliance, a partnership to end this chapter of your planet's defiance. Earth will fall, whether you kneel or resist. The choice is yours, but know this—your heroes will not save you."

Darkseid's projection ended with a final, chilling declaration: "You are ants beneath our boots, and it is time you were crushed."

With their proclamations echoing in the hearts of every living being, the attack began.

From the massive fleets above, countless smaller ships poured out in droves, filling the skies like a swarm of locusts. The first wave targeted Earth's major cities—New York, Tokyo, Paris, Johannesburg, and countless others. Explosions rocked the urban centers as energy blasts rained from above. Buildings crumbled under the onslaught, and terrified citizens fled for their lives, screaming as chaos erupted around them.

The skies filled with the thunderous roar of ships, their engines emitting an unnatural hum that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.

Military jets scrambled to intercept, only to be obliterated by precision strikes from the alien crafts.

Soldiers and civilians alike stared in horror as towering war machines descended from the smaller ships, stomping through city streets and unleashing devastating weaponry.

Thanos' Chitauri forces landed with a terrifying efficiency, their monstrous forms spreading fear wherever they appeared. Meanwhile, Darkseid's Parademons descended in swarms, their grotesque wings cutting through the air as they hunted anything that moved.

The two armies worked in horrifying unison, their coordinated attacks leaving no safe haven for humanity.

News feeds across the world captured the devastation in real-time. The iconic skyline of New York was engulfed in flames as alien ships decimated buildings.

Paris' Eiffel Tower collapsed under a focused barrage, and Tokyo's neon-lit streets were bathed in an eerie, flickering darkness as explosions rocked the city.

Despite the chaos, humanity did not surrender. Emergency broadcasts encouraged people to find shelter, and pockets of resistance began to form. Soldiers, police, and even civilians armed themselves, determined to fight for their home.

The world's leaders called for calm, but their words were drowned out by the sounds of destruction.

In the midst of it all, Earth's heroes began to mobilize. The Justice League and the Avengers scrambled to rally their forces, their communicators buzzing with frantic updates.

Across the globe, heroes in colorful costumes prepared to fight for their planet, knowing the odds were against them but refusing to give in to despair.

As the smaller ships continued their assault, the massive motherships of Thanos and Darkseid hovered ominously above, their presence a constant reminder of the overwhelming power Earth faced.

The two titans watched from their command centers, their expressions cold and unyielding. For them, this was not a battle—it was a conquest.

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BOOOOM

CRASH

WEE WOO WEE WOO

"Somebody help!!!!"

"My leg!!"

"Mommy!! Where are you mommy?!"

"Has anyone seen my Carol!? Carol!!"

The world was on fire, chaos gripping every corner of the planet as Thanos and Darkseid's forces rained destruction from the skies.

Cities burned, forests were scorched, and oceans churned as humanity scrambled to survive the overwhelming assault.

But the Earth was not without its defenders. Across the globe, every superhero team—both iconic and obscure—mobilized to fight back against the alien menace, risking everything to protect the world they called home.

This was not just a battle; it was war.

[POV: Diana]

Themyscira was among the first to see action. Darkseid's Parademons descended upon the island with ferocity, targeting the Amazons for their ancient weapons and strategic location.

Hippolyta led the charge, her sword cleaving through hordes of the demonic creatures. But it was Diana who was the true force of nature.

Her newly enhanced strength coursed through her body like divine fire, every swing of her blade unleashing shockwaves that ripped through the Parademons in droves.

Her golden armor gleamed, untouched by the blood and ichor that splattered everywhere.

The Lasso of Truth became a blur of golden light as she used it to snare flying enemies, dragging them down to be crushed beneath her boots.

"Leave nothing standing!" Diana roared, her voice carrying above the chaos. "For Themyscira, for Earth!"

One Parademon lunged at her, claws poised to strike, but Diana caught it mid-air by the throat. With a flick of her wrist, she hurled the creature into its allies, the impact exploding in a burst of fire and ash. She turned to see her mother fighting off a squadron of Parademons with her usual grace and strength, but one of the creatures aimed a weapon at Hippolyta's back.

Before it could fire, Diana was there, her shield deflecting the blast with ease. In one fluid motion, she spun and decapitated the creature, its headless body collapsing at her feet.

"Mother," Diana said, helping her to her feet. "We will not let them take this island."

Hippolyta nodded, her eyes filled with pride and determination. "Go, daughter. Themyscira will hold. The world needs you."

With a reluctant nod, Diana launched into the sky, heading for the nearest battleground.

[POV: Ororo]

The skies over Wakanda were a battlefield in themselves, filled with Chitauri ships and swarming Parademons. The technologically advanced city was a beacon of hope for humanity, but it was also a prime target for Thanos and Darkseid.

Standing atop the Vibranium dome that protected the city, Ororo Munroe, the Storm Goddess, was a sight to behold. Her white hair crackled with electricity, her eyes glowing with a power that was now far beyond mortal comprehension.

"Do not let them breach the walls!" shouted T'Challa, the Black Panther, as he fought alongside the Dora Milaje below.

Ororo raised her arms, her voice commanding the elements. "The skies are mine!"

Lightning ripped through the heavens, striking enemy ships with precision. The Chitauri pilots screamed as their crafts exploded in fiery bursts, raining debris onto the jungle below.

The winds obeyed her every whim, forming tornadoes that sucked in swarms of Parademons, shredding them to pieces before dispersing.

One massive warship descended, its cannons aimed directly at Wakanda. Ororo narrowed her glowing eyes and extended her hand. The air around the ship grew heavy, the moisture condensing into an enormous storm cloud.

With a deafening roar, a bolt of lightning the size of a skyscraper struck the ship, piercing its hull and setting off a chain reaction of explosions.

The ship plummeted, crashing into the jungle with a thunderous boom.

As Ororo descended to the ground to regroup, T'Challa approached her, panting but resolute. "You are a goddess in every sense, Ororo," he said, his respect evident in his tone.

She smiled softly, but her eyes remained on the battlefield. "And you are a king. Together, we will ensure Wakanda stands."

[POV: Tony Stark]

The skies over Manhattan were a nightmare. Alien ships swarmed the city, unleashing chaos upon the streets below. Tony Stark was in the thick of it, his Iron Man suit upgraded and equipped with enough firepower to level a mountain.

"Friday," he called out, dodging a barrage of energy blasts. "How many of these guys are there?"

"Too many, boss," the AI responded. "Reinforcements are en route, but they won't make it in time."

Tony growled under his breath. "Guess it's just me, then."

He activated his suit's heavy artillery mode, and compartments opened up along his arms and shoulders. Missiles streaked out in all directions, locking onto enemy ships and detonating in dazzling explosions.

"Come on!" Tony shouted, his voice amplified through his suit. "Is that all you've got?"

A Chitauri Leviathan—a massive, serpentine war machine—descended from the clouds, its maw opening to unleash a devastating energy beam. Tony barely dodged, the heat searing his armor.

"Okay, that's new," he muttered, recalibrating his repulsors. "Let's dance."

He flew straight at the Leviathan, weaving through its energy blasts with precision. Reaching its head, he fired a concentrated beam from his arc reactor, punching a hole clean through its skull. The beast let out a mechanical roar before crashing into the Hudson River.

"One down," Tony quipped. "A billion to go."

[POV: Clark Kent]

Across the plains of Kansas, a swarm of Parademons descended upon the Kent family farm, their grotesque forms tearing through the crops as they advanced. Inside the house, Martha Kent barricaded the doors, clutching a shotgun with shaking hands.

"Don't worry, Ma," came a familiar voice. "I've got this."

Clark Kent stepped out of the house, his iconic red cape billowing in the wind. His eyes glowed red with restrained fury as he faced the oncoming horde.

"This is my home," he said, his voice calm but firm. "And you're not welcome here."

The Parademons charged, their screeches filling the air. Clark didn't hesitate. He launched himself into the fray, his fists a blur as he tore through the creatures with ease. One swipe of his heat vision reduced a dozen of them to ash, while his super breath froze another group in their tracks.

When the battle was over, Clark turned to see his mother watching from the porch. She smiled, her faith in her son unwavering.

"Thank you, Clark," she said softly.

He nodded, but his mind was already on the larger battle ahead. "I have to go, Ma. The world needs me."

[POV: Steve Rogers]

In the streets of Washington, D.C., Steve Rogers led a team of Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents against an overwhelming force of Chitauri soldiers. His shield deflected energy blasts as he barked orders, his strategic mind working overtime.

"Falcon, cover the civilians!" he shouted. "Natasha, take out their heavy artillery!"

He charged into the fray, his shield slamming into a Chitauri soldier and knocking it unconscious. Another alien lunged at him, but Steve spun and struck it with precision, his movements fluid and efficient.

"Is that all you've got?" he muttered, his determination unwavering.

Across the globe, similar scenes played out. The X-Men fought valiantly in Tokyo, the Titans held the line in Gotham, and the Fantastic Four defended the Baxter Building. Every hero, every team, every person who could fight stood against the overwhelming tide.

But this was just the beginning. The real battle was yet to come.

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