Judgment of the Endless (MarvelxDC)

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, Life—radiant, ethereal, and ageless—hovered amidst the swirling nebulae. Her presence alone was enough to warp the very fabric of reality, a testament to her unimaginable power.

She wore a gown made of stardust and cosmic energy, shimmering with every color of the spectrum. Her hair flowed like a river of light, cascading down her back and glowing with an otherworldly hue.

Her eyes, deep pools of cosmic wisdom, sparkled with both warmth and mischief.

Life had watched her siblings, Darius and Harmony, from afar, feeling a pang of something she rarely experienced: loneliness. Her little brother, once so close and dear to her, seemed to be growing too attached to this strange, mortal plane.

And while she found their antics amusing, she couldn't help but feel a bit... left out. But rather than confront him directly, she decided to play a little game.

With a wave of her hand, the cosmos bent to her will, and she summoned the most infamous cosmic villains from across the multiverse.

Mr. Nobody from the DC universe, with his ability to warp reality and his nihilistic, chaotic nature, was the first to appear. Next, Thanos, with his obsession with balance and the Infinity Stones, materialized beside him.

The mischievous and unpredictable Mxyzptlk, an imp from the fifth dimension, hovered next, his grin as wide as his appetite for chaos.

Finally, the mind-bending Dormammu from the Dark Dimension, radiating dark energy, completed the gathering.

The villains looked around, bewildered at first, before their eyes settled on Life. Immediately, they felt the weight of her presence, the undeniable power she exuded. They understood that they were not in control here; she was.

"Welcome, gentlemen," Life began, her voice soft yet carrying the force of a supernova. "I've brought you here for a little... task. You see, my dear little brother, Darius, has been having a bit too much fun on Earth.

I thought it might be amusing to send you all to play a game with him. But let me make this perfectly clear—" Her tone shifted, becoming as cold and imposing as the void of space.

"You are to annoy him, perhaps frustrate him, but you will not harm him in any way. If any of you so much as scratch him, I will erase you from existence without a second thought."

The cosmic villains, despite their power and reputation, felt a chill run through them. Even Thanos, with all his might, understood that he was nothing compared to this being before him. They nodded, some more reluctantly than others, acknowledging her command.

"Good," Life said, her demeanor shifting back to a sweet, almost maternal warmth. "I knew you'd see things my way. Now, go have fun. And remember, I'll be watching."

With another wave of her hand, the villains were transported to Earth, leaving Life alone once more in the cosmos. She smiled, her thoughts returning to Darius. This would be entertaining, she thought. Perhaps a little annoyance would remind him not to forget about his big sister.

With a final glance at the planet where her brother now resided, Life disappeared into the stars, her essence spreading across the universe, always watching, always present. The game had begun, and she couldn't wait to see how Darius would react.

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[Mr Nobody POV]

In the swirling, chaotic void that Mr. Nobody called home—where up was down, left was right, and sanity was just another word for boredom—he lounged on a floating armchair that had three legs, a checkerboard pattern, and a mind of its own.

Around him, fragments of reality floated by like clouds, each more nonsensical than the last. He was in the middle of an important philosophical debate with a sock puppet about whether or not bananas could really be trusted when he felt a sudden shift in the fabric of... well, everything.

"Oh, now this is interesting," Mr. Nobody mused, his eyes narrowing as the reality around him started to twist and pull him into a different place.

"Looks like someone up there—or maybe down there, or possibly sideways—has decided they need a little more chaos in their life. Lucky me!"

In an instant, the warped dimensions he called home were replaced by the cold, vastness of the cosmos.

Mr. Nobody found himself standing—though "standing" is a strong word for someone who rarely kept his feet on the ground—in the presence of a being so radiant, so powerful, that it almost made him want to play by the rules. Almost.

Life stood before him, her cosmic gown shimmering, her eyes both warm and dangerous. Mr. Nobody tilted his head, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? The embodiment of all things living and breathing, gracing little ol' me with her presence? To what do I owe this honor?"

Life's voice, soft yet authoritative, cut through the chaos that was Mr. Nobody's mind. She explained the situation, her tone shifting between sweet and stern, and Mr. Nobody listened with more interest than he usually mustered.

A game? With her little brother? Darius, of all beings? Oh, this was going to be fun.

"Annoy him, but don't hurt him," Life finished, her eyes locking onto Mr. Nobody's. "Do you understand?"

Mr. Nobody grinned widely, his toothy smile reflecting the sheer madness he embodied. "Annoy, frustrate, drive him up the wall? I'm your guy! But, uh, no harm, no foul, right? I get it, I get it. You can count on me to be the best worst nuisance this side of the multiverse."

As Life dismissed them, sending the group of villains hurtling toward Earth, Mr. Nobody's mind whirled with possibilities. He knew Darius—oh, he knew him well.

The primordial who decided to slum it on Earth, to kick back and enjoy the simple life, was a fascinating enigma to Mr. Nobody.

Someone so powerful, so ancient, playing at being human? The very concept was deliciously absurd.

The second Mr. Nobody touched down on Earth, his mind was already concocting the most elaborate, most nonsensical pranks he could pull on Darius. And why not? He knew Darius could handle it; after all, what was a little chaos to someone who had seen the birth and death of stars?

"So, what's first on the list?" Mr. Nobody mused to himself, strolling down the street in a city that looked perfectly normal—except to him, who saw everything as a potential canvas for chaos.

"Maybe I'll turn his house into a funhouse maze, where every door leads to a different ridiculous scenario. Or, ooh, how about making him question reality itself? I could have everyone he meets start speaking in rhymes or maybe make gravity a suggestion rather than a rule. Choices, choices!"

He paused, his grin widening. "But then again, Darius is no ordinary being. I'll have to be creative. Oh! I could bring in some of his old friends—some of those cosmic horrors he's fought off in the past, but this time, they'll just want to chat over tea.

Nothing like a casual conversation with a cosmic entity who usually wants to eat the universe!"

As Mr. Nobody continued to wander, leaving trails of chaos in his wake (like a flock of pigeons suddenly turning into a parade of miniature dancing elephants), his mind settled on the perfect plan. He'd start small, subtle even.

A few tweaks here and there to make Darius question what was real and what wasn't. And then, when the time was right, he'd go big. Really big.

"Oh, Darius, old buddy, old pal," Mr. Nobody chuckled to himself, his voice dripping with anticipation. "You won't know what hit you. But don't worry—this is all in good fun. After all, what's life without a little chaos? A little unpredictability? A little... me?"

With a snap of his fingers, reality around him shifted once more, and Mr. Nobody disappeared into thin air, ready to set his plan into motion. Darius wouldn't know what hit him, but one thing was for sure: it was going to be a wild ride.

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[Thanos' POV]

Thanos sat on his throne, the cold metal beneath him a comforting reminder of his purpose. His eyes were half-closed, lost in contemplation.

The universe was quiet, too quiet, and that was never a good sign. He had spent countless lifetimes in pursuit of balance, wielding power that could unmake existence itself.

But now, in this unsettling stillness, he felt a gnawing at the edges of his mind, a disturbance in the cosmic order that he couldn't quite place.

He frowned, the deep lines of his face hardening. "What is this feeling?" he muttered to himself, his voice a low rumble.

His massive hand tightened around the armrest of his throne. The sensation was unlike anything he had experienced before, a dissonance that even the Infinity Stones couldn't explain.

And then, without warning, the air around him shimmered and distorted. Thanos stood, instantly on guard, the power of the Infinity Gauntlet ready to be unleashed.

But before he could act, the universe around him shifted. He found himself standing in a vast, starless void. It was emptiness, but not the kind he was accustomed to.

This void was alive, pulsating with a quiet, omnipresent energy that set him on edge.

Before him stood Life.

She was resplendent, her form a luminous blend of light and matter, her presence overwhelming. Thanos, for all his might, felt a chill run through him.

Life was not an entity he had encountered often—her domain was the antithesis of his own. Where he brought death, she nurtured existence.

They were opposite forces in the grand cosmic dance, and her sudden appearance before him was a cause for concern.

"Thanos," she said, her voice as calm and unyielding as the tides of time. "I have a task for you."

Thanos did not bow, did not show any sign of submission. He met her gaze with a stern, unyielding look of his own. "I do not serve," he replied, his tone cold and measured. "I seek balance, not the whims of gods."

Life smiled, a small, knowing curve of her lips that sent a ripple of unease through Thanos. "This is not a request, Titan. It is a command."

Thanos narrowed his eyes but said nothing. Life continued, her voice carrying the weight of eons. "My brother, Darius, has returned to the mortal plane. I want you to… interact with him, challenge him, but do not harm him. Consider it a game, one that you cannot refuse."

A flash of irritation crossed Thanos' features, but he hid it well. "And if I refuse?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Refusal is not an option," Life said simply. "Should you try, I will unmake you. Not even the Infinity Stones will protect you from my will."

Thanos clenched his jaw. He was not used to being threatened—he was the one who issued ultimatums, the one who held the power of life and death in his hands.

But Life was different. Her power was beyond the understanding of even the most ancient beings. He had no choice but to comply.

"Very well," Thanos said after a long, tense silence. "I will play your game. But know this: I will not be toyed with."

Life's smile remained, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes, a warning. "Do not underestimate my brother, Titan. He is more than capable of handling your... advances."

Before Thanos could respond, the void around him shimmered, and he was pulled away, sent hurtling through the cosmos toward Earth, toward Darius. 

As he vanished, another figure stepped into the space where Thanos had been. Lady Death, her form draped in dark, flowing robes, watched the scene with narrowed eyes.

Her presence brought with it a chill that even the emptiness of space couldn't match. She had been observing from a distance, watching with growing concern as Life intervened in matters she typically avoided.

Lady Death, who had danced with Thanos for eons, knew fear—though she seldom admitted it. But Life was a being she respected and feared in equal measure. Life was unpredictable, capricious, and overwhelmingly powerful.

And now, she had involved herself directly with Darius, a being that Death herself had taken a particular interest in.

"What are you planning, sister?" Lady Death whispered into the void, her voice a soft echo in the darkness. The idea of Life involving Thanos in her schemes was troubling, to say the least.

Thanos was dangerous, but Life's involvement made him a mere pawn in a much larger, incomprehensible game.

Death's concern was not just for Thanos or for the cosmic balance. Her thoughts drifted to Darius, to their shared history, and to the fact that Life had always been the more… assertive sibling. Darius might be powerful, but Life was something else entirely.

Death couldn't shake the feeling that Life's meddling would lead to something catastrophic. And she wasn't about to let that happen—not to Darius.

"I need to speak with him," she decided. But not Thanos. No, for this, she needed someone who understood Life, who could navigate the complex relationship between the Endless and the cosmic forces at play. She needed her counterpart—Death of the Endless.

With a thought, Lady Death summoned a portal, her dark form slipping through the folds of reality to seek out her counterpart. She needed to ensure that whatever game Life was playing didn't spiral out of control. She needed to protect Darius, even if it meant confronting Life directly.

As she disappeared into the void, her mind was already formulating a plan. Life had thrown the first stone, but Death was not one to stand idly by.

She would gather her allies, consult with Death of the Endless, and together, they would find a way to keep Darius safe from Life's unpredictable whims.

For now, though, all she could do was prepare for the storm that was surely coming.

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