Judgment of the Endless (MarvelxDC)

A/N: Finally 100 chaps. Honestly didn't think I would go this far, was close to giving up multiple times due to the lack of feedback.

But you what? I just decided, "Screw it." I'm not writing to please anyone. I started this with the intention of putting my ideas on paper but when I saw the first 15 views on my book I got really excited. When the views went up I went into a writing spree an wrote nearly 20 chaps in 3 days. 

But my spirits soon plummeted when I got 0 comments, 0 stones, 0 reviews. Nada. Spent a week without writing but the ideas kept coming so I started writing again. The lack of feedback and support didnt bother me until nearly chapet 50 or sum and my spirits plummeted again.

Like c'mon, 100.1k and sum views and and not one comment? Positive or negative. I just gave up on trying and just wrote for myself.

Now nearly 950k views, I highly doubt even a quarter actually read this thing. 

So if you are this far in the story and haven't shared you thought or left a review just drop the story. I'm not looking for perfect 5 star reviews, just honest opinions.

Anyways thats all. Happy new years!!

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Darius strode into the Living Tribunal's golden realm, the expanse shimmering with cosmic energy. On each of his broad shoulders sat a child, Aurama on his left, Verity on his right.

Both girls looked around in wide-eyed wonder at the magnificent, alien beauty of the space.

"Whoa!" Aurama gasped, gripping a lock of Darius's flowing white hair for balance. "Is this where my dad lives?"

"Pretty neat, huh?" Darius said with a chuckle. "Your dad likes to keep things... grand."

The Living Tribunal loomed before them, his vast, tri-faced form radiating power. Yet, there was a surprising softness in his presence as he regarded Aurama, who stared back with a mix of awe and nervousness.

"Aurama Tempest," the Tribunal said, his voices echoing in harmony. "My daughter. I regret that my duties have kept me from being the father you deserved."

Aurama hesitated, her wild hair dimming slightly. "It's okay, Dad," she said quietly. "You're, um, really busy."

The Tribunal's central face shifted to an expression of regret. "Even so, it pains me to send you away now. But you are in good hands." He turned his gaze to Darius. "With Judgment as your guardian, no harm will come to you. And remember, you can visit me whenever you wish."

Aurama's chaotic energy flared up again, and she beamed. "Really? Anytime?"

"Anytime," the Tribunal confirmed, his voices overlapping like a symphony.

Darius reached up and lifted Aurama off his shoulder, setting her gently on the ground. She hesitated for a moment before running toward the Tribunal, throwing her tiny arms around one of his massive, golden fingers.

"I'll miss you, Dad," she said softly.

"And I, you," the Tribunal replied, his tone uncharacteristically tender.

Verity, still perched on Darius's other shoulder, waved enthusiastically. "Bye, Mr. Big Shiny Man! Don't worry, I'll keep her out of trouble!"

The Tribunal inclined his heads slightly, a gesture that might have been a smile. "Thank you, Verity. Your presence is... appreciated."

Turning his attention back to Darius, the Tribunal's voices became solemn once more.

"For taking on this responsibility, you have my eternal gratitude, my creator. And my lady Verity—thank you for your boundless kindness. You are a light in any realm."

"Anytime, big guy," Darius said casually, though his golden eyes shone with a rare hint of emotion. "She's family now. I'll take care of her."

With a ripple of golden energy, Darius and the two girls appeared back at the Agency, landing just outside the grand meeting hall. Aurama was perched once again on his left shoulder, Verity on his right, both chattering excitedly about their journey.

"Did you see how sparkly everything was?" Verity exclaimed, waving her arms dramatically.

"And Dad said I can visit him anytime!" Aurama added, bouncing slightly.

"Yeah, yeah," Darius said with a grin, his deep voice rumbling. "Now let's see what all the grown-ups have been up to while we were gone."

He strode into the meeting hall, the heavy doors swinging open with a wave of his hand. Inside, the heroes had just finished their strategic discussions. Maps, holograms, and notes littered the massive round table, and the room buzzed with quiet conversation.

Natasha Romanoff was the first to notice their arrival, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly before softening. "Darius," she said with a smirk. "Finally decided to join us again?"

"Hey, someone had to handle cosmic family business," Darius replied, setting both girls down gently.

Thor turned toward them, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "And what of these two?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Aurama immediately stepped forward, pointing a finger at the Asgardian. "I'm Aurama Tempest! And you're the guy my mom said was all sparkles and no thunder!"

The room went silent for a beat before bursting into laughter. Even Batman cracked a tiny smirk.

Darius ruffled Aurama's hair, his grin widening. "That's my girl."

As the heroes resumed their discussions, Aurama and Verity explored the room, their energy bringing a lightness to the otherwise serious atmosphere. Aurama climbed onto a chair and declared herself the "Queen of the Table," while Verity used her own powers to create tiny glowing figures that danced across the surface.

"Looks like we've got some new recruits," Steve Rogers said, watching the girls with a fond smile.

"More like chaos incarnate," Bruce Wayne muttered, though there was no real annoyance in his tone.

"Let them have their fun," Diana said, her eyes twinkling. "We could all use a little levity right now."

Darius leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he watched the girls play. For a moment, the weight of his responsibilities seemed to lift, replaced by a quiet sense of contentment.

"You two ready to cause some trouble?" he asked, his voice low enough for only Aurama and Verity to hear.

Aurama grinned, her chaotic hair sparking with excitement. "Always!"

Verity giggled, her glow brightening. "As long as it's the fun kind!"

Darius chuckled, the sound resonating through the room like distant thunder.

"Good." 

"Because things are about to get interesting."

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The oppressive atmosphere of Darkseid's flagship was heavy with tension. The walls, forged from darkened steel and pulsing with fiery veins of energy, echoed with the footsteps of Parademons scurrying to and fro, their fearful murmurs barely audible.

At the ship's heart, the throne room radiated power, its centerpiece a massive obsidian throne where Darkseid himself brooded in ominous silence.

His crimson eyes glowed faintly, like embers waiting to erupt into a conflagration. The news of Lobo's betrayal had reached him, and his disdain for treachery burned hotter than Apokolips' eternal flames.

"Lobo," he rumbled, his voice a deep, thunderous growl that reverberated through the ship. "That insolent mongrel. Defection was not just unexpected—it was unforgivable."

Stephenwolf, ever the dutiful servant, stood a few steps below his master's throne. He bowed deeply, his spiked armor glinting in the dim light.

"My lord, Lobo's betrayal is a stain on the honor of Apokolips. Shall I dispatch forces to retrieve him and punish his insolence?"

Darkseid rose from his throne with the deliberate, methodical grace of a predator. His towering form cast long shadows across the chamber, his presence alone commanding submission.

"No," Darkseid said, his tone cold and final. "Lobo has already made his choice. He is beneath my attention now." He clenched a massive fist, the crackling energy of the Omega Effect dancing across his fingers.

"But there is another matter—a greater nuisance—that requires addressing."

Stephenwolf straightened, his gaze meeting Darkseid's glowing eyes. "You speak of Thanos."

"Indeed." Darkseid turned to a massive holographic map of the galaxy, which projected from the floor at his command. At its center, a pulsating crimson beacon marked the location of Thanos' armada. "His ambitions to claim Earth are an affront to my designs. He seeks the same prize, yet he lacks the vision, the discipline to wield it properly.

He is a brute, driven by an obsession with balance. It is time I remind him that the universe bows to the will of Darkseid alone."

Stephenwolf smirked, eager for the bloodshed to come. "Shall I prepare the Parademons, my lord?"

"No," Darkseid said, striding toward a side chamber. "This matter requires precision, not a horde. You and I will handle this personally."

Stephenwolf's grin widened, his axe gleaming with anticipation. "As you command."

The smaller warship, sleek and menacing, cut through the void of space like a blade. Its exterior was a dark, mirror-like black that absorbed the light of nearby stars, making it nearly invisible.

Inside, Darkseid stood at the command console, hands clasped behind his back as the vessel hurtled toward Thanos' armada.

Stephenwolf prepared his weapons, sharpening his already deadly axe. "My lord, Thanos is not one to be underestimated. He possesses the Infinity Gauntlet and commands legions."

Darkseid did not turn. "Thanos' gauntlet is incomplete. Even if it were whole, he would find himself wanting against my might."

The warship approached the armada, which loomed ahead like a mechanical leviathan. The flagship, Sanctuary II, was at the center, surrounded by countless smaller ships, each bristling with weapons.

Darkseid raised a hand, and the warship halted. He surveyed the armada, his eyes narrowing. "He fancies himself a conqueror," he murmured. "But he is nothing more than a child playing with tools he cannot comprehend."

As the warship approached Sanctuary II, an alarm blared across Thanos' fleet. From the flagship's command deck, Thanos himself stood, gazing out at the intruder.

His violet skin glowed faintly in the red emergency lights, and his eyes narrowed as he recognized the smaller warship.

"Darkseid," he muttered, his voice a low rumble. "So the lord of Apokolips finally steps out of his shadows."

Darkseid's voice cut through the comms like a blade, projected across the entire armada. "Thanos of Titan, your futile games are at an end. Prepare to meet your fate."

Thanos chuckled, his fingers flexing over the Infinity Gauntlet, which held two glowing stones. "Arrogant as ever, Darkseid. If you seek a fight, you shall have it."

He turned to his lieutenants, barking orders. "Prepare the fleet! Fire upon the intruder!"

The void of space erupted into chaos as Thanos' fleet unleashed a barrage of energy blasts and missiles toward Darkseid's warship.

Yet, with a mere wave of his hand, Darkseid summoned a massive shield of Omega energy, deflecting the assault with ease.

Stephenwolf, grinning like a madman, manned the ship's weapons. He unleashed devastating counterattacks, beams of concentrated energy slicing through the smaller ships like butter.

Explosions lit the darkness, debris scattering in all directions.

Darkseid strode to the ship's hatch, opening it to the vacuum of space. Without hesitation, he stepped out, floating toward Sanctuary II.

Thanos, watching this from the viewport, growled in frustration. "So be it," he said, activating his gauntlet. "Prepare my troops. Darkseid dies today."

Darkseid landed on the deck of Sanctuary II with a thunderous impact, the metal beneath his feet groaning under his weight.

Thanos emerged from the ship, flanked by his Black Order—Corvus Glaive, Proxima Midnight and Cull Obsidian.

"You've gone too far, Darkseid," Thanos said, his voice dripping with menace. "Earth is mine to claim, not yours."

Darkseid stepped forward, his towering presence dwarfing even Thanos. "Earth belongs to no one. It is merely the first step in my dominion over all existence. You are an obstacle, and obstacles are meant to be removed."

Thanos smirked, raising his gauntlet as the stones began to glow. "We'll see about that."

The battle erupted in a cataclysm of power as Darkseid and Thanos clashed, their strikes shaking the ship and sending shockwaves through space.

Stephenwolf joined the fray, cutting through the Black Order with brutal efficiency, his axe dripping with their ichor.

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