The Shadow Monarch In The Marvel World-Chapter 83 - 82

{A/N: Had a blackout last week, so I couldn't post, and I decided to take the rest of the week as a break. I have other novels I'm updating, by the way, which is why there is only 1 Chapter per week.)

Ashborn watched the battle unfold across the dying body of Eternity, the clash tearing apart the last remaining universes—universes he went on to secretly reforged as shadows under his control.

The Living Tribunal was eventually overwhelmed and killed. Upon his death, his body shattered into countless fragments that scattered across all realities. Yet something puzzled Ashborn. The Living Tribunal had never possessed a true physical form, at least not one that should remain after death—so why did his corpse persist?

It made no sense. And yet, there it was. The Tribunal's remains drifted through the void, clearly visible, and somehow tangible enough so that others began reforging the fragments into a vessel. A ship, forged from the corpse of the multiverse's law, to escape the coming end of all things.

The Illuminati had constructed their own life raft using fragments of the Living Tribunal's shattered body. Meanwhile, Thanos and his Cabal built a similar vessel, both groups racing against time as the Ultimate Universe edged closer to a collision with the main timeline. The end was inevitable—and fast approaching.

"I might need your help to withstand the explosion that's about to hit," Ashborn said calmly, his eyes scanning the collapsing fabric of reality. "Channel your powers into me."

He could sense Doom's plan taking shape—one that involved triggering a chain reaction through countless Molecule Men, turning them into a bomb powerful enough to kill the Beyonders.

At Ashborn's call, Supergirl, Raven, and Wonder Woman appeared beside him. A sharp glance was all it took for Those Who Sit Above in the Shadows to follow, silently channeling their vast power into him without protest.

"You should explore the Sun Monarch Force more," Ashborn said, turning to Supergirl. "It holds massive potential—especially for someone of your race."

Kryptonians truly were extraordinary. Take Superman, for example: the energy he had passively absorbed during his time on Earth alone was enough to classified him as planetary. Over time, that reserve evolved, reaching solar system levels and beyond.

But the true extent of Kryptonian power revealed itself when the sun dipped, somehow giving Superman such an absurd boost that he managed to defeat the World Forger. Superman really did get some ridiculous power-ups over the years, but that wasn't important right now. What mattered was that Supergirl, as the Sun Monarch, possessed vast potential, easily rivaling Raven. Then again, once Raven became a Monarch herself, it would be hard to compare.

Ashborn raised both hands, drawing power not only from the abstracts but also from the newly born abstract forces under his control. A dark shield, forged from pure shadow, formed just in time to meet the explosion.

Doom had done it. He lured the Beyonders into a carefully laid trap—and killed them all in one massive blast.

The explosion was massive, tearing through the last remaining universes. Though a few held on by a thread, most were completely annihilated. Ashborn's shield took the brunt of the blast—and to his surprise, it held with ease.

Only then did he realize the truth: the shield had been far too strong. He had underestimated himself. With the combined might of the power he'd channeled, this defense was overkill. But rather than waste the moment, Ashborn began absorbing the massive surge of released energy. After all, he needed to become even more overpowered.

That reminded him—he still had to look into the Star Brand, planet's planetary defense system. There was potential there.

Meanwhile, the last surviving Molecule Man absorbed the remnants of the Beyonders' power, channeling a portion into Doctor Doom, birthing God Emperor Doom. With it, Doom seized the fragments of the broken multiverse and forged them together into something new—Battleworld.

Doom stood at the edge of his creation, gazing into the endless void. The once-vast omniverse had collapsed into a single world—Battleworld, a planet many times larger than Earth. So much had been lost. Yet, in the end, Doom had succeeded.

There was no stopping the collapse of the multiverse. Survival had been the only option. He had salvaged what he could, preserving fragments of countless realities and even managing to save Susan Storm, who had nearly been consumed by the void. He had remade her as his wife.

But now, as he surveyed the remnants of existence, Doom felt the weight of the silence. Everything was gone... or so he thought.

Far away, on the edge of the remaining cosmos, his eyes caught sight of a lone universe. And within it, he saw Ashborn, staring back at him through the emptiness.

Doom's eyes narrowed the moment he saw it—a universe untouched by the collapse, overflowing with life. Without hesitation, he surged forward, determined to claim it for himself. This world would be his, just like everything else.

Ashborn, watching silently, gave it a moment's thought... then simply raised his hand. In that instant, a figure emerged from the darkness—Shadow Doom, a powerful Doom from one of the countless universes which had been destroyed, and now brought back as a shadow solider stronger then ever before.

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The impact of their clash shattered the heavens. The void trembled as the two Dooms collided—one forged from shadow, the other from stolen godhood.

God Emperor Doom reeled in surprise. Despite wielding the power of the Beyonders, even if not at full capacity, this Shadow Doom matched him blow for blow. Doom had believed his might to be enough to crush even the Infinity Gauntlet... and yet here he was, struggling.

"Shocked? Everything that ends falls under my domain." Ashborn stepped into the void, face-to-face with Doctor Doom. As his words echoed through the nothingness, Doom's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Those Molecule Men you used as a bomb? Arise." At his command, shadows tore through the void—thousands of them. The Molecule Men, all of them, reborn in Ashborn's image. There had been no bodies for Ashborn to resurrect them using, for their physical forms had been erased entirely—but Ashborn used their wills, which had stepped into oblivion.

Doom took a step back. This shouldn't have been possible. But Ashborn no longer needed form or substance. In the DC world, his power had already touched artificial beings—even machines had risen at his word. And now, his reach extended beyond flesh, beyond soul, to thought, to will, to the very concept of existence. To Ashborn, something and nothing were one and the same—merely tools at his disposal.

"The Beyonders? Arise." Ashborn spoke calmly, yet the void itself trembled. From the darkness, the once-unstoppable Beyonders—those who had brought an omniverse to its knees—rose again. Now as shadows, loyal only to him.

"Eternity. The Living Tribunal. All who just perished... Arise." In that moment, the omniverse itself began to rebuild, not as it was, but as something new. Shadows of infinite realities—universes long since erased, histories lost to collapse—surged to life behind Ashborn, each merging with its counterparts.

Every universe fused, layer upon layer, timeline upon timeline. And with them, so did every soul, every concept, and every version of every being that had ever lived. There weren't many versions of Doom—there were uncountably infinite, and now they fused as one.

The Shadow Doom that had been fighting the God Emperor didn't merely grow stronger—it merged with every other Doom across the omniverse. From sorcerer kings to mad scientists, from tyrants to saviors, their essence became one.

And Doom watched in disbelief as a single figure stepped forward, forged from the countless versions of himself and every counterpart that existed in creation's endless sprawl.

"Before, you could put up a fight... go ahead, try now." Ashborn's voice echoed with confidence as Shadow Doom, the fused embodiment of every Doom across the omniverse, floated silently before God Emperor Doom.

Doom didn't move. He couldn't. The being before him now wielded such absurd power, it could probably kill the Molecule Man with a fart—and that same Molecule Man had been the one to grant Doom a portion of his omnipotence.

Ashborn's smirk widened. "Once I reach my peak, they'll grow even stronger. If you want to kill me... this is your only shot."

Doom remained still. Not because he feared Ashborn—though any sane man would—but because deep down, he knew fighting would be pointless.

For now, the shadows didn't contain anything Ashborn gained from the DC realm, since those powers weren't in his possession at the time. But the shadows who had held those powers when they were first raised—those that had sacrificed themselves to seal away the Great Darkness—were quickly reforming in the background.,,

Doom said nothing. He simply turned and walked away. He would not stand there and be mocked. If death came, then so be it. If not, Ashborn would do well to prepare for the wrath of Doom.

Ashborn didn't speak, didn't taunt him further. He just watched silently as Doom vanished into the void. And then, without ceremony, Ashborn returned to his universe.

There, he set to work—constructing something greater than even he had dared before. A personal omniverse. One of light, and the other of shadow. This was to be his legacy. A new Omniversal Eternity.

One where every end, every collapse, every forgotten reality across existence would be swallowed by his shadows—and from that nothingness, rise again as his own.

But that was the dark path of things. Ashborn pushed deeper into the Outside.

For those who don't remember, the Outside refers to realms completely beyond the Multiverse, beyond even Eternity's reach. And with Eternity now dead, nearly everything could be considered outside.

But Ashborn didn't stop there. He moved even further, toward the edge where the Far Shore met the true Outside—a place where reality no longer held meaning, and even death had no dominion.

"I've come, Oblivion!" Ashborn called out, his voice booming across the formless expanse. "This is round two! And I expect my second-in-command to be here when we go to war!"

Stepping into the Far Shore, Ashborn was met by an army—twisted dark monsters, each one born from Oblivion's essence. And leading them... the Chaos King, the embodiment of nothingness given form.

Beside him stood the First, Second, Third, Fifth, and Sixth Cosmos—primordial beings that existed before time itself, long thought to be lost.

Countless others gathered there too—forgotten beings who never reached the afterlife. Not because they failed, but because the afterlife itself refused them. So, they wandered until they found this place.

"You arrogant piece of filth—do you truly believe your newfound army is enough to face me?" Oblivion's voice echoed coldly, spreading like a disease through the void. The abyss stirred, revealing just how many lives had found themselves here, too many to count, forgotten by time, cast from all creation.

But did Ashborn care? Not in the slightest.

"Show him why I'm the Shadow Sovereign," Ashborn said with a calm, almost amused smile. And with that command, chaos erupted.

From the shadows, an overwhelming flood of soldiers burst forth, clashing against Oblivion's monstrous horde. Screams, steel, and shadow filled the endless dark.

Leading the charge—Wonder Woman, cloaked in shadow-etched armor, rode atop a black dragon wreathed in fire. With a roar, she dove into the fray, blade in hand, slicing through Oblivion's beasts like they were made of mist.

Not far behind, Raven surged forward, cloaked in the rolling tide of her abyssal power. Her darkness expanded like a living sea, devouring every monster it touched and twisting the consumed into a battlefield of living shadow, where her will reigned supreme.

Above, Supergirl hovered in the sky, her presence like a second sun. But this wasn't just sunlight—this was the Light of Creation, blinding and divine. A gift granted to her through the Shadow Living Tribunal.

She radiated with such intensity that the void-born creatures shrieked in agony. Their twisted forms burned under her gaze, disintegrating not from heat, but from sheer existence.

Wonder Woman unleashed her divinity, the full might of a Goddess of War. With every swing of her blade and every command of her will, the tide of battle shifted. Strategy took shape in the chaos, and the war began to tilt in Ashborn's favor.

Infinite upon infinite, layers beyond mortal comprehension, clashed in a battlefield so vast it filled the entirety of the void. Endless legions of shadow soldiers met an equal flood of monstrosities—Dark Celestials, ancient horrors, and countless abominations from the deepest corners of Oblivion's domain.

One must understand: the past Cosmos still lived within the Oblivion Domain, remnants of realities long lost. And now, those past incarnations of creation—regardless of former alliances or grudges—stood united under Oblivion's banner to protect their home.

Enemies or not, they would not allow Ashborn to claim the void without a war.

"You're all so small," Shadow Eternity—now reborn as the Shadow Cosmos— said mockingly, his presence eclipsing all who stood before him. He towered above the remnants of the past multiverses, a being forged from everything that once was... and everything that had ended, allowing this new Eternity to be a omniverse far bigger than its past self.

"You came from me!" the First Multiverse roared in fury. "You think you're greater than your source?" With that, the First Multiverse unleashed its might, sending forth Dark Celestials in a devastating charge toward Shadow Cosmos.

In response, Shadow Cosmos raised a single hand. From the darkness, a tidal wave of Shadow Celestials erupted, answering the challenge with unrelenting force—each one a fusion of death, memory, and shadowed divinity. They surged forward, clashing with the dark titans in a storm of cosmic fury.

There was a forgotten truth etched deep within Eternity when he still lived—a fact known only to the highest of cosmic beings: The Celestials that roamed the multiverse were never whole.

Each one was merely a fragment, a shard of their true selves, scattered across Eternity like seeds in an infinite field. They had splintered themselves willingly, spreading their essence through the fabric of creation to uphold balance, to observe, and sometimes to judge.

Why did this matter now?

Because even in their fragmented forms, the Celestials were considered Omniversal beings, capable of shaking the foundation of countless realities. And if that was the power of just a piece...

Then their true selves, now rising in defense of Oblivion's domain, held the power to shatter the First Multiverse—something they succeeded in doing once before, even as the Dark Celestials tried to stop them.

These Dark Celestials weren't just powerful—they stood far above beings like the Beyonders. While the Beyonders had to strategically kill off fragments of Eternity, his cells, which were called universes, to weaken him and the other Abstracts, the Dark Celestials had no need for such tactics.

They didn't need to weaken anyone. Even a single Dark Celestial stood on equal footing with the true forms of the Abstracts. And they didn't just outnumber the abstracts—they wielded knowledge that transcended Eternity itself, a terrifying truth few could even comprehend. The only reason the Beyonders managed to kill them was because the Celestials had no time to return to their true selves.