The Golden Tyrant: Superman’s Omniversal Conquest

The transition from the void was seamless, as if reality itself bent to accommodate the presence of two beings beyond its comprehension.

One moment, Superman and Death were wrapped in the embrace of their kiss, and the next, they stood at the precipice of a realm that defied logic—a place where dreams, desires, and madness all masshed together into something both beautiful and terrifying.

Death still had her fingers intertwined with Kal's, her grip light yet firm, grounding him in a reality that constantly shifted. She glanced up at him with a teasing smirk.

"You ready for this, big guy?" she asked.

Kal chuckled, glancing around at the swirling colors and chaotic fragments of existence that pulsed in the distance.

"I've faced cosmic entities, destroyed tyrants, and kissed the embodiment of the afterlife," he said, squeezing her hand playfully.

"I think I can handle a little madness and temptation."

Death arched an eyebrow. "Famous last words."

And with that, she led him forward.

...

The void trembled with something intangible as Superman and Death stepped through the unseen barriers between realms.

Death, with her ever-present calm, kept her fingers laced with Kal's as they moved through the fabric of existence itself.

She had always known where to find her siblings, and tonight, their path led them straight to one of the most enigmatic of the Endless—Desire.

A realm unlike any other unfolded before them, where the very air shimmered with an intoxicating blend of temptation and longing.

The threshold of the Threshold, Desire's domain, pulsed with a golden-red glow, the walls breathing as if alive, sculpted from flesh-like silk, sensuous and warm.

The scent of the richest perfumes, a blend of musk, honey, and something undeniably addictive, filled the atmosphere.

Kal had been here before.

And every time, Desire's presence struck him like the first moment of love itself—a longing so deep it felt like an ache in the soul.

Then, she appeared in the field of vision ahem not she but they.

They lounged on a massive throne, their androgynous beauty both haunting and intoxicating.

Their features were sculpted with impossible perfection—cheekbones sharp enough to cut the fabric of reality, golden eyes that gleamed with mischief and hunger.

The personification of Desire itself.

And she was perfection.

A vision of sin and seduction, draped in a thin, impossibly delicate gown that clung to every corner of her body.

It was translucent enough to tease, arise enough to leave much to the imagination—a calculated contradiction that made her all the more alluring.

Her face was carved from the fantasies of every being that had ever dared to yearn.

Lips painted a deep, luscious red, full and inviting, always carrying the promise of pleasure untold.

High cheekbones accentuated by the soft glow of her world, golden eyes glinting with mischief and mystery.

Her hair, a cascade of shimmering platinum, flowed down her back like liquid moonlight, each strand designed to make the viewer's fingers itch to touch.

Her body was the embodiment of temptation itself.

Her full breasts, round and perfect, pressed enticingly against the fabric, barely concealed, a sight that could make the gods themselves pause.

Her waist, impossibly narrow yet sculpted to perfection, led to the curves of wide, luscious hips, swaying with every step she took toward Kal.

Her legs—long, smooth, and powerful—moved with the grace of a predator, each step measured, deliberate, meant to mesmerize.

Desire.

Their lips curled into a smirk as they observed Kal with an air of casual amusement.

 "Well, well," Desire purred, their voice a sultry melody that slithered into his very soul. "Look who finally decided to succumb to me."

Death rolled her eyes at her sibling's theatrics, but Kal simply smirked, used to Desire's games.

"I don't succumb, Desire," he said with a small smirk. "I choose."

Desire's golden eyes gleamed, their smirk deepening.

"Oh, darling," they cooed, standing with effortless grace, their sheer, silken attire leaving just enough to the imagination.

They approached him with the grace of a predator, their fingers trailing along his chest as they circled him.

"That's what they all think... until they realize they were mine from the moment they wanted me."

Death sighed dramatically. "Desire, play nice."

Desire pouted but didn't step away, their gaze locked onto Kal's.

"And what if I don't want to play nice?"

Kal chuckled. "Then I suppose I'll have to remind you why I'm the one who's never lost to you."

Desire's eyes flared with something dark and eager.

"Careful, Kryptonian," they murmured, stepping even closer, their breath ghosting against his ear. "One day, you just might."

"Desire," he greeted, his voice steady despite the overwhelming aura she exuded.

Desire's lips curled into a knowing smile.

She stepped closer, her fingertips ghosting over the emblem on his chest.

"Mmm. You always say my name like it's a sin you want to confess." She leaned in, whispering near his ear, "Or indulge in."

Before Kal could respond, Desire pressed her lips against his—a kiss that was neither gentle nor innocent.

It was raw, intoxicating, filled with the kind of temptation that could break the strongest of minds.

And the other desires are idle either as they also circle Kal, kissing his neck, using their hands to roam his full body and finally some naughty girls even cupped his little superman and playing with it.

Kal, however, was no ordinary man.

He responded in kind, deepening the kiss but controlling its intensity.

His grip on Desire's waist was firm, dominant, reminding them that he was not a man who could be claimed.

After what seem like a eternity, finally..

Desire shivered against him, pulling away with a satisfied smirk.

"Mmm... now that is why you're my favorite."

Death rolled her eyes. "Are you two done flirting?"

"You already know why I'm here," he said instead, his deep voice unwavering.

Desire chuckled, stepping back but making sure her movements were slow, her hips swaying in a way that defied the laws of physics.

"Of course," she mused, golden eyes gleaming.

"Another one of your little… gatherings."

Kal raised a brow, amused. "You say that as if you haven't been to every single one."

Desire sighed dramatically, placing a hand over her chest.

"Guilty. But only because they always turn out to be… delightful."

Her eyes roamed over him, hungry yet playful.

"How could I resist an invitation from the one being who holds the hearts of so many in his hands?"

Death nudged Kal lightly.

"She'll come. She always does," she murmured, before turning towards the open space where reality seemed to blur.

"But we still need Delirium."

Desire chuckled. "Ah, my little sister… You might need a different approach with her."

Kal nodded. "I know."

And with that, they moved deeper into the unseen folds of the Omniverse, where reason unraveled, and chaos danced with color.

The Realm of Delirium..

There was no structure to Delirium's domain—only colors, sounds, and sensations shifting with every passing second.

One moment, they were standing in a sea of floating bubbles, each filled with entire universes blinking in and out of existence.

The next, the ground beneath them became a kaleidoscope of melting colors, shifting like liquid rainbows under their feet.

And then, she was there.

Delirium.

She was small, petite in stature, but her presence was enormous, boundless, wild.

Her hair was a mess of every color imaginable, shifting and morphing with her moods, sometimes short, sometimes long, sometimes as if made of mist.

Her eyes were mismatched—one a bright, childlike green filled with wonder, the other a swirling galaxy of chaos and dreams.

She wore an outfit that made no sense—a cropped jacket that shimmered like the night sky, shorts that seemed too big for her frame, striped stockings of different lengths, and boots that didn't match.

But despite her disheveled, erratic appearance, she was beautiful.

A different kind of beauty.

The kind that made one feel as though they were gazing upon something both ancient and young, wise yet innocent.

The moment she saw Kal, her face lit up like a supernova.

"SUPES!" she squealed, running straight at him.

Kal caught her effortlessly as she threw herself into his arms, giggling uncontrollably.

"You came to see me!" Delirium grinned, tilting her head.

"I knew you would! Or maybe I didn't? But now that you're here, I definitely knew you would!"

Kal chuckled, ruffling her wild hair. "Of course, little one. You didn't think I'd forget about you, did you?"

She pouted dramatically.

"Hmm. Maybe? But I forgive you! Because you're you! And you are my favorite not-brother-but-still-kind-of-family-person-who-is-way-too-handsome!*"

Desire smirked. "Oh, that's a new title."

Delirium gasped as if just realizing something.

"Ohhhh! Are we going to the party again?! The one with all the pretty people? I love that party! It's soooooo much fun! And there's always so much laughter and shiny things and people who look like paintings that breathe!"

Kal smiled, brushing a stray strand of color-shifting hair from her face.

"Yes, Deli. We're going."

Delirium squealed again, wrapping her arms around his neck in excitement.

"YAY! But only if we can ride the fish this time!"

Kal chuckled. "We'll see."

Death shook her head in amusement. "Then it's settled."

Desire leaned in, trailing a single, teasing finger down Kal's arm.

"I suppose I have no choice but to come along," she said in mock defeat.

Then, her voice dropped into something huskier.

"And see just how much trouble I can stir up."

Kal smirked, glancing between the two sisters.

"Then let's go."

With that, hand in hand with the Endless sisters, Superman vanished from the swirling domain of madness, taking with him both the embodiment of Desire and the chaos of Delirium and.. death.

The gathering was nearly complete.

To Be Continued...