Naruto Multiverse

Naruto stood up quietly after tucking Raven into bed, his golden eyes flickering as symbols that only he knew danced across his irises. The Alpha Stigma, his creation, activated with a soft glow, allowing his eyes to sharpen, their efficiency heightened. These eyes were a product of countless trials—experiments with his own power and the consumption of otherworldly energies, making them far more than ordinary. They were a tool for precision, understanding, and efficiency, amplifying the strengths of any technique he utilized. They were a reminder of the life he had poured into training—his own and Hima's—endlessly striving for strength.

With the Alpha Stigma now fully engaged, Naruto's mind sharpened, his chakra flowing like never before. His energy was dense, compact, and powerful, refined through years of painful evolution. No matter how strong he became, though, his inner demons—his fear of losing Hima—continued to plague him. Even now, as he stood in the silence of Raven's room, his third eye remained vigilant, watching over Hima, always aware of her, always seeing through the unseen threads of space and time.

Naruto's eyes now sought out his true enemy, Trigon. The demon who was the source of Raven's torment, the one who posed the greatest threat to her existence. He wanted to see if Trigon had found another way to enact his will, if the dark immortal had furthered his plans.

Through his Alpha Stigma, Naruto saw beyond the fabric of space and time, piercing the very veil of reality itself. He located Trigon's realm—an infernal landscape scorched with fire and brimstone. The moment Naruto materialized there, Trigon's mocking voice reached his ears, dripping with malice.

"It is you, who has become a thorn in my way," Trigon muttered, his massive form emanating an aura of dark power, his realm burning with his rage.

Naruto stood unfazed, his eyes glowing with a piercing light that reflected none of the fear Trigon expected. "Likewise, you are a thorn in my way, demon," he replied, his gaze moving over the hellish landscape surrounding him—nothing more than the remnants of a ravaged planet.

Trigon, clearly irked, rose from his throne, his demonic energy surging. "Haha, you seem confident of your survival. Do you not know who I am? I am Trigon, the celestial conqueror. All tremble beneath my feet!" His voice boomed like thunder, his anger growing as he neared Naruto.

But Naruto, never one to be intimidated, cut him off with a sharp, dismissive tone. "You can keep the speech to yourself. I am not interested in your hubris. Just know that I will destroy you for threatening my life. Nothing ends well for those who cross my path."

With a simple flick of his hand, a wave of deathly energy surged outward, erasing all of Trigon's minions from the planet. The space around them was wiped clean of their existence. Naruto made no hesitation—his goal was clear, and his path was set. Without another word, he vanished, leaving behind an enraged Trigon seething in his dark realm.

"I didn't think you would antagonize him so much," Kurama observed, a small hint of amusement in his voice. The actions Naruto had taken reminded the fox of the old Naruto—the one who had fought with fiery determination, not the stoic figure he had become over time.

"There was no other way to deal with him. I need him to be distracted by my presence so as to hinder his progress," Naruto replied, his tone calm and strategic. Every move was calculated, every word measured. He understood his opponent well enough to act with precision.

Kurama grunted in acknowledgment, his mind already considering the larger picture. "Then I hope you're right, and we can fight and destroy his plans," he muttered, dreaming of the day when peace might once again prevail—when everything might be "fine and dandy," as he put it.

While Naruto and Kurama were deep in their own thoughts, an unexpected and dangerous alliance was being forged on the other side of the moon. In the shadows of the night, two beings, whose fates would never intertwine, had crossed paths.

"Kryptonian, I have an offer for you," Belial, the son of Trigon, spoke confidently as he landed beside H'EL, the rogue Kryptonian who had long sought the destruction of his own world.

H'EL regarded the demon with a skeptical gaze. "What is it, demon? What could you possibly offer that would interest me?" He was cautious, knowing that every deal had its price, and his needs were too specific to trust easily.

Belial, undeterred by the Kryptonian's resistance, offered his proposal. "I can help you save your planet. My father has the power to grant your wish. In return, all I ask is that you help me find and secure my sister."

H'EL, intrigued but cautious, furrowed his brow. "Who is your sister?"

Belial's eyes gleamed with certainty. "Raven. I think you may have seen her with the other Kryptonians."

The mention of Raven sent a ripple through H'EL. He had seen her with the other Kryptonians before, but he had not connected her to anything of significance. But this offer—this deal—made him think. His original plan was still in motion, but he now had to consider this new piece in his complex puzzle.

"I need to see some sincerity first," H'EL said, his voice cold and calculating. "Capture Superman for me, and I will consider your offer."

Belial's smile never faltered. "Deal. I will bring him to you by tomorrow at the latest."

With a burst of flames, Belial vanished, leaving H'EL to contemplate the potential consequences of his new, dangerous alliance.

As the night wore on, two of the most dangerous entities in existence—Naruto and Trigon's children—had made their moves. One had set his sights on Raven, while the other worked to secure his grip on power, all with the underlying threat of their fathers' looming power casting shadows over the world.

The tension in Atlantis was palpable, as the chaos in the ocean mirrored the unrest within the city itself. The waters churned violently, creatures both known and unknown attacked with ferocity, and the ocean itself seemed to be in turmoil. It was as though the very heart of the planet had become unstable, and Arthur Curry, also known as Aquaman, was stuck at the center of it all.

As he sat on his throne, his expression was a mask of worry and frustration. His kingdom, his people, were in peril, and he could do little to stop it. Every attack seemed more coordinated, every shift in the ocean more destructive. The stability of Atlantis had never felt so fragile. He turned to Mera, his wife and queen, hoping for some insight, but her own face was drawn with exhaustion.

"Mera, can you tell me what is happening?" Arthur's voice carried the weight of his concern, his tone rough with the strain of the situation.

Mera, ever his anchor, shook her head, her brow furrowed. "I am sorry, my love, but I can't seem to find the cause of this entire disturbance." She reached for her trident, her fingers trembling slightly as she gripped it, a stark contrast to her usual formidable presence. "The force behind it is very strong—that's all I can say. My powers are being suppressed in some way... I can't sense the origin of it."

Arthur's eyes darkened as he watched her struggle. He could see the toll this was taking on her, but there was no time for weakness. He needed answers. He needed solutions. The safety of his kingdom and his people depended on it. Still, his concern for Mera clouded his judgment as he leaned forward, his voice softening.

"Careful, you don't have to push yourself too far." His protective instincts kicked in as he saw how pale she had become.

But Mera was resolute. "We have to do what needs to be done." Her words, though strong, were laced with weariness. She had been working tirelessly to find the source of the chaos, but it was clear that something far greater was at play. Her powers, even as Queen of Atlantis, seemed insignificant against whatever was causing the disturbance in the ocean.

Arthur's mind raced. He had already sought the counsel of the Justice League, but even their collective might had not been able to pinpoint the source of the ocean's rage. He thought of Poseidon, the ancient immortal of the sea. Would asking for his help be the answer? But he was hesitant—Poseidon was notoriously difficult to deal with, and there was no telling how his involvement might shift the balance.

Just as Arthur's frustration reached its peak, a voice broke into his thoughts.

'Even JL hasn't been able to find the cause. What should I do? Would asking Poseidon do?' Arthur pondered as he clenched his fists.

Zatanna's voice, suddenly clear in his mind, interrupted his thoughts, bringing a flicker of hope. 'I found the target, but you should wait for us to join. It seems very powerful.'

Arthur's heart skipped a beat. He had been in the dark for so long, but now there was a lead. A target. His eyes flashed with determination as he stood, his muscles tense. The weight of leadership pressed heavily on his shoulders, but now, with Zatanna's message, he could see a potential path forward.

Without hesitation, Arthur surged from his throne, his cape billowing behind him as he made his way out of the throne room. He had no time to waste. The fate of his people depended on swift action, and the sooner he confronted this mysterious force, the better.

"Where is it?" he muttered to himself, rushing through the grand halls of Atlantis. As the water seemed to crash against the city walls with renewed force, Arthur's mind was set. Whatever it was that threatened Atlantis and the ocean, he would face it head-on. The city would not fall—his people would not fall—while he still drew breath.

As he approached the palace's war room, his communicator buzzed, and Zatanna's voice filled his ears again, more urgent this time.

"The coordinates have been sent. Prepare yourself. This is no ordinary foe."

With a grim nod, Arthur opened the door, a sense of resolve in his eyes. Atlantis might be in turmoil, but he would not let his kingdom slip into the abyss. It was time to fight back.