X-Force: Beyond Omega-Chapter 143: Death and Thanos

Darkness.

Cold, endless darkness.

Thanos had known death before. Had courted her. Worshipped her. Killed for her. But this? This was different.

He wasn't returning this time.

His soul drifted through the void, weightless, powerless. No body. No strength. No Reality Stone. Just... emptiness.

Then, a voice.

Velvet smooth. Dark as the abyss.

"Oh... you again."

A shiver ran through the void as the presence of Mistress Death emerged from the blackness. Her form coalesced from the shadows... tall, elegant, draped in flowing obsidian silk. Her skin was pale as moonlight, her eyes twin abysses of endless night. Every step she took echoed through the nothingness, and with it, reality itself trembled.

Thanos, once the great Mad Titan, fell to his knees before her. Even without a body, without power, he felt her presence, the one thing he had desired above all else.

He looked up, eyes desperate. "My Mistress..." His voice was hoarse, trembling. "I have failed you."

Death tilted her head, her black lips curling ever so slightly. "Yes. You have."

Thanos bowed lower, his massive hands clenching. "Give me another chance." His voice cracked with raw desperation. "Resurrect me. Send me back. I will not fail you again. I will..."

Death sighed.

A long, bored sigh.

"You still don't understand, do you?" she mused. "You were never my champion, Thanos. You were... entertainment."

Thanos froze. "What?"

Death took a slow step forward. The void around them warped with her presence. "A distraction. A plaything. Something to amuse myself with." Her abyssal eyes bore into him, stripping him of every last delusion. "You were never special."

Thanos trembled, his mind struggling to grasp her words. "But... I killed for you." His voice cracked. "I destroyed entire civilizations. I worshiped you. I..."

"Became annoying," Death cut in sharply. "At first, you were amusing, yes. Like a pet that begs for attention. But in time... you bored me." She twirled a delicate finger, and the void around them twisted, shaping into images of the past.

Every moment, Thanos had groveled at her feet. Every moment, he had begged for her favor. Every massacre. Every offering of death in her name.

And in every scene... she had never once smiled. Never once cared.

Thanos' world was shattered.

"No..." he whispered. "No, you... You loved me. You..."

Death laughed.

A slow, sultry laugh, rich with mockery.

"Oh, poor, foolish Titan." She leaned in, her fingers ghosting over his broken form. "You truly thought I wanted you? That I ever desired your touch?"

She smirked, then moaned—a deep, carnal sound that sent a shudder through the void itself. Her breath hitched as if lost in some intoxicating pleasure.

Thanos stared, eyes wide in horror.

"No..." he rasped.

Death's lips curled. "Oh yes."

The void around them shifted.

Memories, not Thanos', but hers, unfolded. Visions of Aron.

Aron's hands were on her body. His lips tracing the curves of her form. His tongue worshipping her in ways she had never imagined possible.

Death's pale skin flushed, her breath heavy as the visions played out. The way Aron had pinned her on the bed, the way he had unraveled her with slow, deliberate pleasure. The way he licked and sucked her pussy and his touch. The way she had moaned his name, her eternal composure shattered as waves of euphoria unlike anything she had ever known consumed her.

She came just from a little oral sex.

She had existed since the beginning. Seen the rise and fall of gods and the deaths of entire universes. And yet, Aron had made her feel.

The vision faded, but Death's expression remained sultry, intoxicated with the memory of it. She bit her lip, chuckling darkly.

Thanos shook. His hands clawed at the nothingness, his face twisted in pure horror.

"No... NO! THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!"

Death smirked down at him.

"It's nice to dream, isn't it?"

Thanos screamed.

He lunged forward, hands reaching for her, desperation turning into madness, but he went through her.

"YOU DARE?" Death's glare was enough to throw Thanos back. Countless black chains materialized, binding him to the murky ground.

Thanos thrashed against the chains, his screams echoing into the endless abyss. Black tendrils slithered around his limbs, tightening with each futile struggle. The once-mighty Titan, feared by galaxies, was now nothing more than a prisoner... bound, broken, and powerless before the entity he had worshiped for eternity.

Death watched him with a smirk, tilting her head as though he were an amusing little thing. "How quickly the mighty fall," she mused. "You truly believed you were different, didn't you?"

Thanos' teeth clenched, his face contorted with rage and agony. "I AM DIFFERENT! I..."

Death snapped her fingers.

The chains twisted, wrenching him backward, forcing him to kneel as the shadows bound his wrists behind him. He gasped, choking against the raw force of her power.

"I have played with countless mortals over the eons," Death said smoothly, stepping toward him, her silhouette framed by the infinite void. "Kings, conquerors, gods, Titans... All of them sought my favor. All of them killed in my name." She knelt before him, reaching out to cup his chin with fingers cold as the grave. "And yet, none of them ever truly interested me."

She let out a slow, deliberate sigh, her black lips curving into something almost wistful.

"Until him."

Thanos' breath hitched. He knew who she meant before she even spoke his name.

Aron.

Her grip on his chin tightened, her abyssal gaze locking onto him like twin stars collapsing into an endless void. "He is not like you," she whispered, her voice like silk woven from shadows. "He never begged. Never groveled. He never needed to worship me." Her eyes darkened, an emotion stirring within them that sent a deep, cold dread through Thanos' fading soul.

"I have never met anyone like him," she admitted. "So bold. So confident. Even before me, he stood unshaken."

Her fingers trailed along her own neck, as if recalling a touch that made even Death herself shudder. "He is not afraid of me. He does not seek to own me, nor does he long for my approval." Her lips parted slightly, her breath unsteady. "And yet, when he touches me... I feel."

Thanos stared in horror. "No..." he whispered, his voice cracking.

Death's smirk returned, darker this time. "I think," she murmured, her fingers brushing over her lips, "I might even be in love with him."

Thanos let out an anguished, primal roar, his entire being writhing in torment. He had killed trillions for her. Had torn the universe apart for her name. And yet, the one thing he had always longed for, the one thing he had sacrificed everything to obtain... had never been his to begin with.

Death leaned in close, her cold breath ghosting against his ear.

"And do you know the best part?" she whispered.

Thanos' body shook violently.

Her grin widened.

"You will watch."

The shadows around them twisted, the abyss reshaping itself. A vision formed before Thanos, vast and clear, like a window into another reality. And there, he was... Aron. Standing before Thanos' body.

The Phoenix Force was glowing around his body.

He threw a wisp of Phoenix Flame, turning Thanos' body to ashes. Then he flicked his fingers. The entirety of Thanos' force turned to dust...

She let out a soft sigh as she stared at the scene unfolding before them, her fingers tracing the air as if she could feel his touch even now. "Such a man," she purred. "A real man."

Thanos' vision blurred with fury and despair. He thrashed, cursed, and screamed, but the chains only pulled tighter, forcing him to witness it all.

Death chuckled softly. "Now, Aron and I... We are going to share a bed, right before your eyes. And when I have had my pleasure..." She tilted her head back toward him, her eyes glinting with finality. "I will erase you, Thanos."

She let the words sink in, let the terror consume him fully. "Your soul will not pass into the afterlife. There will be no rebirth, no chance for revenge." She traced a slow circle in the air, and the void around Thanos trembled. "I will extinguish you from existence itself."

Her smirk deepened.

"And you will die knowing... You were never enough."

Thanos let out a final, broken scream, one that was swallowed by the endless dark.

And then... Death turned away, leaving him to drown in his suffering.

Forever.

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