Episode 2 part 2:"Is Black Mentis losing ?
New rifts tore open in the sky and vomited Nightstalkers onto the pavement—skinny black things with claws that screeched across the asphalt. Dreadnoughts smashed straight through storefronts, each step punching cracks through the sidewalks and shaking loose bricks from the buildings that were still standing. Bloodfire Wraiths shot overhead in streaks of orange and red, dropping fire that swallowed whole blocks in seconds.
Mentis slammed his fist across Megalodon's jaw. The hit sent the demon king tumbling through the air like a meteor. Megalodon twisted mid-spin, planted his feet on nothing, and leveled a finger downward.
Megalodon: "Nightmares—finish off these fodders below me!"
The ground quaked as the demons obeyed.
Juggernaut bellowed, locked in a rage, swinging both arms like wrecking balls. Each punch shattered a Dreadnought's skull or caved its ribcage inward.
Juggernaut: "How do you like being tossed around—huh?! Trash!"
He ripped a demon's face clean off—skin peeling back like wet cloth—and kicked another so hard its spine jutted out its back. But for every corpse he left on the ground, two more piled onto him. One massive claw tore through his chest, ripping skin, muscle, and armor in one swipe.
Juggernaut staggered, coughing blood. "Jeez… th—there's no…end to…them."
Another pack—ten strong—charged him. He raised his arms, but they swarmed him, dragging him down under the weight of their bodies.
Juggernaut: "Damn it—wait—AAAGH—!"
They buried him alive beneath claws and jaws.
A Nightstalker lunged; he was already somewhere else, shoulder dipping, boots skidding sideways across broken glass. Another swung a claw where his head had been a heartbeat earlier—he was low now, blade whipping up in a tight arc that opened the thing from groin to throat before it finished the swing. He never seemed to look where he was going, eyes flicking to spots that were still empty, cutting into space that hadn't been attacked yet. Every kill happened in the half-second before the enemy even decided to move.
People in the crowd didn't see him pass so much as feel the air change, like someone had fast-forwarded a piece of the fight and left the rest of us behind.
Rewinder: "Stay down, freaks! Hold on, Juggernaut—I'm rewinding you out of there—"
He shaped a bubble of warped time around Juggernaut's corpse.
But Megalodon flicked two fingers while trading blows with Mentis.
Megalodon: "Time manipulation isn't allowed in my presence."
The bubble shattered like glass—its pieces dissolving—and Juggernaut stayed dead on the ground, eyes glassy, chest split open.
Rewinder froze.
Rewinder: "W…what are you? H-How did you cancel my abil—"
A mistake. His eyes left the battlefield.
Mentis barked: "Eyes forward, idiot! Never turn your back on the enemy!"
Too late.
Nightstalker tendrils coiled up Rewinder's legs, arms, and torso, pinning him mid-air. He thrashed, screaming as the shadows tightened, crushing bone.
Rewinder: "A-ah—shit—s-stop—! It… hurts—!"
A demon's claw speared through his stomach, then another hooked under his ribs.
The Nightstalker ripped him sideways.
His body tore in two—spine snapping, organs slipping out like wet ropes. His upper half hit the pavement with a splat, eyes still twitching, while his lower half was thrown like garbage into burning wreckage.
Blood sprayed across several heroes' faces.
Hydroblast stumbled back, voice breaking.
Hydroblast: "NO! F-fuck—Rewinder—! We lost our trump card! We need to retreat—we need to regroup!"
Mindstorm's jaw clenched so tight the muscle twitched. Sweat slid down his face. His eyes were wide, staring at nothing. His hands shook until he balled them into fists, nails cutting into his palms just to make the shaking stop.
Mindstorm: "We fall back there—" (points to two broken highways collapsing into one another) "—we can flank both sides! Move!"
Arsenal slammed a fresh magazine into his rifle. His armor hissed from overheating.
Arsenal: "Retreat?! Over my dead body! After what they just did?! Not a chance!"
Frostbite wiped blood from her lips, eyes glowing an unstable icy blue as frost crawled up her arms.
Frostbite: "They want a fight? I'll give these bastards a damn blizzard!"
Mindstorm's powers spiked—blood dripping from his nose as he ripped dozens of demons up, smashing them against each other so hard bones sprayed across the air. He used the blood pooling at his feet, shaping it into hardened spikes and launching them into more demons.
Mindstorm: "This is for Juggernaut!" He skewered five demons at once.
"And THIS—"
Spikes erupted through another cluster—
"—is for Rewinder!"
:"C'mon let's run for it!'
Rock-man slammed both fists into the ground, the earth split open swallowing demons whole, crushing others between collapsing slabs of concrete.
His chest heaving, voice raw and South-Side thick:
"Man, these muh'fuckas just keep comin'! We done dropped hundreds—hundreds, bruh—and they still pourin' out like roaches! I'm runnin' on fumes, fam… my core damn near dust!"
He stumbled back, leaning on a half-standing wall, clutching his chest as dust rolled off his cracked stone shoulder.
But the battlefield didn't slow.
Screams kept cutting through the smoke, thin and sharp, somewhere under all the rubble. You couldn't tell anymore which bodies on the ground had been people and which had been demons; everything was just meat and broken armor baking in the heat.
Higher up, the real fight hadn't started yet, but the air already felt wrong.
Mentis and Megalodon stood thirty feet apart on a stretch of busted street. Neither one moved. Neither one blinked. The only sound was the low crackle of fires and the wind hissing through rebar.
Then the loose gravel between them started to lift. Chunks of concrete the size of fists rose an inch, wobbled, rose higher. A twisted street sign rattled, bent upward like something was pulling it into the sky. Even the flames leaned toward the two of them, stretching sideways instead of up.
Ash drifted slow-motion through that dead space, hanging instead of falling.
Both men's shadows stretched too far, blacker than they should've been, crawling across the ground like they were trying to reach each other first.
Nobody spoke. Nobody had to.
The whole block felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for one of them to throw the first punch and finish breaking the city.
Black Mentis wiped blood off his nose with his thumb. His breathing hitched—subtle, but wrong.
Mentis (thinking): "Something's off… my powers aren't responding the way they should… Why the hell does it feel like I'm fighting in someone's else's damn body?"
He didn't get to finish the thought.
Megalodon vanished—pure afterimage.
He reappeared on Mentis's left, fist already sinking into his ribs.
CRACK—
The street buckled first—just a low groan under their feet—then the whole stretch collapsed inward. Buildings on both sides gave out at once, floors folding, walls dropping, dust pushing out in a thick wave. Windows blew apart, shards scattering across the road.
Mentis shot back from the impact, scraping across the ruined pavement. His boots tore into the softened asphalt, slowing him just long enough for him to push off again.
He caught his balance, shoulders tight, breath sharp. Then he drove forward, aura burning hot around him.
His fist slammed into Megalodon's torso.
The hit cracked the air open.
BOOOOOOM—
The city's center exploded outward. Dozens of blocks vaporized in a blinding blast. Cars melted. Buildings disintegrated. A crater swallowed a quarter of the district.
Megalodon hurtled through several layers of dimensions—his body distorting as the sky cracked like broken glass around him. Reality stitched itself back together in jagged pulses.
Then—
He appeared behind Mentis.
With a low chuckle, he drove both fists into Mentis's stomach.
SPLURCH—
Mentis folded around the blow, blood spraying from his mouth in a long arc. His body smashed into a skyscraper, caving half of it inward, walls collapsing over him.
He staggered out of the rubble slowly, hunched forward, gripping his stomach with trembling fingers slick with his own blood.
His breathing rattled. His eyes were unfocused. And Megalodon was already stepping forward.
Black Mentis barely steadied himself before Megalodon surged forward and clamped a hand around his throat. The demon king's grip tightened—tendons bulging—before he hurled Mentis upward with enough force to rupture the air.
Mentis rocketed out of the atmosphere in less than a heartbeat—sky turning black, clouds spiraling apart beneath him like shredded paper. Megalodon still gripping his throat, he snarled in his ear—voice vibrating through Mentis' skull:
Megalodon: "How disappointing. Is this really the extent of your power, puppet?"
Mentis responded by snapping both legs upward—his heels slamming into Megalodon's chest. The impact cracked the void around them. Megalodon's grip slipped, and Mentis shot backward, creating distance between them.
Mentis panted, chest heaving, he halted himself in open space.
The two titans blurred into each other.
They collided in orbit—fists clashing, elbows slicing, knees cracking bone. Every blow sent ripples slicing through the vacuum. Space warped around fractures, forming hairline cracks that opened like wounds. Through the splits, entire dimensions flickered—worlds blinking in and out like dying lights.
Megalodon's fists met Mentis' again, and he muttered to himself mid-clash:
Megalodon (thinking): "Tch… I need to pull back my punches. One wrong hit and we'll set off a chain reaction across multiple universes enough to destroy everything."
He didn't hold back enough.
His next punch ignited with crimson cosmic fire, streaking across the void before smashing into Mentis' ribs.
Mentis crossed his forearms—but the force still blasted him away like a ragdoll.
He slammed into a nearby planet.
The entire surface detonated in a single flash.
Continents split open like cracked stone. Massive oceans vaporized into nothing. The crust peeled upward and the planet tore in half—core spilling out as molten rivers into space.
From the exploding core, Mentis burst free—gasping, coughing blood that evaporated the instant it left his mouth. His skin flickered with regeneration glow, but patches of flesh still hung loose.
Mentis: "F–fuck… this planet's done for… it's about to blow any—"
It exploded.
He shielded his face as a wave of molten debris blasted past him like a swarm of miniature suns. His cheek split open from the heat. Mentis wiped blood off with the back of his hand.
His aura snapped alive—blue flaring into purple, lightning firing out in jagged branches.
He extended his hand.
Mentis: "Get over here."
Space bent inward. Megalodon jerked forward, dragged like he'd been hooked by an invisible chain.
Mentis met him halfway.
His fist cracked upward into Megalodon's chin. The demon's head snapped back violently.
Mentis vanished—teleporting in front of him mid-spin—and drove both fists into Megalodon's jaw.
CRAAAACK—
The sound echoed across the void.
Megalodon snarled—a guttural sound that rattled distant stars.
Mentis didn't stop.
He punched him straight through an asteroid field. Thousands of rocks vaporized instantly, leaving a glowing dust trail behind them. They crashed through lunar debris, through orbiting fragments of dead worlds, through ancient ruins floating in the void.
Their fight tore them so far out that Mentis' home solar system shrunk to a pin-sized dot behind them. Time stuttered—frames skipping. The universe shook like it was bracing itself.
Then—
Both unleashed energy beams.
Two colossal blasts met between them.
KAAAAA—THOOOOOOM!
The shockwave went off like a star ripping open—light blasting outward, then dragging itself back. The space around them twisted, bent, then snapped tight. A hole tore open in front of them, pulling everything toward it. Loose debris spun, stretching into streaks as the pull got stronger, the air—or whatever counted as air out here—vibrating hard enough to buzz in their bones.
The black pit swallowed them whole.
They tumbled into a dead universe with no stars, no light, no sound. It was just silent, an infinite empty void.
Megalodon grinned like an animal, blood dripping from his teeth:
Megalodon: "Not bad, human. You've got enough power to entertain me. And look—"
He gestured at the empty space.
"—we knocked ourselves straight into a dead universe. The Null Void."
He cracked his neck, satisfied.
Mentis floated opposite him, aura burning.
Mentis: "Good. Then I'll go all out. Even If this place collapses, at least it won't take my universe with it."
His aura roared—blue Ki twisting with violent purple lightning until it choked the void around them. Space bent, quivered, shattered into ripples around his body.
Megalodon raised his fists.
Megalodon: "Bring it."
He cocked back his arm—his entire body vibrating with the force of a newborn Big Bang.
The void blackened. Another black hole bloomed—bigger, more violent.
Reality refused them and spat both out like poison.
They crashed into a dimension made of sparks and torn energy. Megalodon skidded over the surface, coughing up a spray of black blood into space.
Megalodon: "Impossible… I'm immune to physical attacks. His strength… it's comparable to some gods. His fists are birthing universes." His eyes narrowed. "…Unless—he's…"
(quiet) "Oh. So that's how it is. The string connecting you… I understand why I was assigned this task."
Mentis frowned, annoyed.
Mentis: "Why are you talking out of your ass? Speak louder."
Megalodon vanished.
He didn't just move fast but—beyond fast. Faster than a thought. Faster than the light itself.
He reappeared inches from Mentis.
Knee— smashing into Mentis' ribs so hard the sound cracked the dimension.
Then Megalodon grabbed Mentis by the face.
He spun—once, twice, dozens of times—momentum building like a planet-sized tornado before he hurled Mentis toward a planet tens of thousands of times Earth's size.
Mentis fell like a comet—body igniting into a burning spear. The atmosphere screamed. Clouds split. Shockwaves detonated mountains before he even hit the ground.
Then—
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
The impact erased a city upon contact. A crater miles wide instantly formed—terrain carved out like soft clay. Buildings warped, bending inward before dissolving under the heat.
Smoke and burning dirt drowned the sky.
Megalodon descended, landing with a thunderous crash, the ruined ground fracturing outward from his feet. His huge silhouette towered over the destruction.
Black Mentis lay tangled in broken metal and pulverized concrete—haunted breathing, blood streaming down his jaw, suit torn and shredded. He pushed himself up, coughing a thick splatter of blood onto cracked ground.
But his eyes… they still burned.
Megalodon stepped closer, grin widening.
Megalodon: "Persistent aren't you? I'll give you that."
He tilted his head. "But you're bleeding. Your body's giving out. And even with all that willpower… your power's slipping, isn't it?"
Mentis clenched his fists, muscles twitching.
(Thinking) Damn it… he's right. Why the hell am I this weak? I'm supposed to be stronger than this. What's wrong with my body?
Megalodon raised his hand—dark energy crawling across his arm like living shadows.
Megalodon: "Rest now, puppet. I'll deal with your master."
Mentis' vision blurred. The world doubled. His limbs trembled, refusing to fully respond. But his mind stayed razor-sharp.
He spat blood, wiped his mouth, and smirked.
Mentis: "Will you… shuut the fuck up for a moment?"
MENAWHILE BACK ON EARTH
The battlefield was hell.
Smoke wormed through the sky in thick black ribbons. The air stank of burnt flesh, melted concrete, and ozone. Flames crawled up collapsed buildings, casting flickering orange over piles of corpses—human and demon mixed together in a twisted mass. Screams cut through the chaos. The few remaining heroes held the line, their bodies shaking with exhaustion.
Blink materialized beside Photon, daggers dripping black demon blood.
Blink: "Guys—cover me. I'll take the women, kids, and elderly. Just keep theae fuckers off my ass!"
Photon drove a boot into a demon's throat, splitting it open, then gutted another with a single thrust of his blade.
Photon: "My hands are full here but—!"
He blocked an incoming claw, parried, then sent a head spinning into the air.
"—I'll try my damn best!"
Blink blinked out of sight and reappeared across the battlefield, teleporting civilians one after another. Her body flickered violently—the stress of rapid teleportation making her vision blur.
Blink: "Come on—come on—move! Move!"
A shrill cry echoed.
Woman: "H–help! Please—someone, help us! We're trapped!"
Blink appeared above the alleyway—daggers already in motion—cutting down a few undead closing in.
Blink: "Hold on! I got you—just don't move!"
But the moment she landed, her stomach dropped.
She wasn't alone.
A pale, grinning figure stepped out from behind a torn dumpster—holding a child by the throat, feet dangling.
Mimic, still wearing part of someone else's face, smiled with a mouth too wide.
Mimic: "Gooooooot youuuuu…"
Blink's breath froze.
Then the shadows moved.
Dozens of red eyes ignited at once—creatures turning toward her like a hive sensing prey.
They rushed her.
Claws sank into her arms, her back, her legs. Flesh tore. Blood sprayed. She screamed through clenched teeth, stabbing wildly.
Blink spat blood onto Mimic's chest.
Blink (choking, laughing through pain): "G–good… o-one… (coughs hard)
…asshole."
Her arm stretched toward the child.
She touched his ankle.
And pushed.
The kid vanished—teleported far outside the alley.
Mimic: "Ahhhh… heroic to the end…"
The horde ripped Blink apart.
Her scream choked out as her torso split, intestines spilling across the ground. Claws ripped into her face, her limbs, her spine snapping like wet twigs. A final wet crunch—and Blink was gone.
Spectra streaked overhead, lasers cutting down dozens of demons in a glowing arc.
Spectra: "What's happening down he—"
She froze.
Blink's shredded remains lay scattered across the alleyway—blood smeared across walls like someone had been using her as a paint roller.
Spectra's pupils dilated. Her throat tightened.
Spectra: "…No."
Then louder—
Spectra: "BLLLLIIIIINK!!!"
Her scream shook the air.
Her eyes flashed white-hot—And beams erupted from her face wide and wild. Uncontrolled.
They carved through demons like butter—melted bone, evaporated flesh. Buildings behind them ignited, collapsing under the heat wave. Asphalt curled and cracked. Demons shrieked as they dissolved into vapor.
Spectra::"YOU—FUCKERS—WILL—PAY!
She dove into the horde, firing nonstop.
The battlefield trembled.
Amid the carnage, a group of demons roared in their guttural language.
Demon #1: "We are losing! If we fail—we will be dragged back to Hell!"
Demon #2: "Then we sacrifice ourselves! Summon the Greater Demon Aamon! If he wins—we are free! No human can defeat a Greater Demon!"
The ten demons formed a circle, hands shaking, symbols glowing under their feet. Then the demons slashed their throats open, blood spraying into a glowing circle.
The air shook.
Pressure dropped violently—heroes across the battlefield gasped as a pulse of red light exploded outward.
Dirt lifted off the ground.
Windows blew out.
Energy thrummed through the sky like a heartbeat.
A massive magic circle burned into existence, carving itself into the earth. Red lightning burst upward, spiraling into a tornado of demonic light.
Every one of them turned.
A wolf-shaped silhouette rose slowly from the circle—massive, fur black as charcoal, a serpent's tail coiling behind him. Flames dripped constantly from his jaws like liquid fire.
Aamon lifted his head, voice deep, calm, mocking—echoing—amused.
Aamon: "...Who dares summon me?"
Photon stumbled back, swallowing hard.
Photon: "Uh—yeah. We're fucked. The demons… they summoned someone strong!"
Spectra snarled, wiping blood from her face.
Spectra: "I don't care if they summoned God himself—we're not backing down. They killed Blink. I want blood."
Aamon closed his eyes slowly, as if bored.
Hydroblast: "C'mon, let's hit him while he's distracted!"
Mindstorm snapped, pointing: "WAIT—ROCKMAN, DON'T RUSH—!"
Too late.
Rock-man charged, sprinted toward Aamon, arms transforming into spinning stone drills.
Rockman: "LET'S SEE YOU HANDLE THI—"
Aamon flicked his finger.
Just one finger.
Rockman's entire right arm exploded—chunks of stone and blood spraying everywhere.
Rockman's scream echoed as he hit the ground rolling.
Echo:" S–Seriously ?
Aamon:" How rude..filthy humans."
(Walking slowly towards he heroes while stepping on what's left of blink remains)
Echo teleported instantly, grabbing him and reappearing behind the others.
Echo: "Rock! Dude, talk to me! You good?!"
Rockman clutched the shredded stump of his shoulder, teeth clenched, sweat pouring down his face.
Rockman: "S–shit… Man… my fuckin' arm… it's just gone. Who the fuck is this dude?! One flick and my shit's in pieces? Nah, fuck this…"
Aamon dipped his head politely, mocking them with noble theatrics.
Aamon: "My apologies for the discourtesy. I am Aamon—the Grand Marquis of Hell. You may address me as such."
He smirked, tongue flicking flames.
"Be grateful it is not daytime… for then I would be ten times stronger."
He smirked.
He dragged a claw slowly down his own fur, eyes half-lidded.
Aamon: "I was observing the past the moment I arrived… before you rudely interrupted me." His eyes scanned the burning streets, the corpses, the ruined buildings. Aamon: "…Hmm. So Lord Megalodon sent his warrior here as well."
Gravity staggered back, voice trembling.
Gravity: "G-great… he can see the past? H–how the hell do we fight something like this…?"
Mender pressed glowing hands to Rockman's stump, stopping the bleeding.
Mender: "I… I can't regenerate a missing limb. I'm sorry."
Rockman gritted his teeth, nodding.
Rockman: "Don't… don't worry about it. Thanks… the pain's fading… enough to keep me standing."
Inferno stepped forward, arms igniting.
Inferno: "We'll roast this demon ass to ash."
Thunderstrike clicked his tongue, gripping his hammer.
Thunderstrike: "Yeah, nah. Not this time, dawg. I can't believe I'm saying this, but let's not underestimate this bastard. We hit em together. Something's off—I got a bad feeling."
Frostbite cracked her knuckles—frost racing down her arms.
Frostbite: "Then let's fuckin' do it. All directions. All at once."
Aamon touched a claw to his muzzle, tone smooth, polite—dripping arrogance.
Aamon: "How amusing… very well."
He spread his arms.
Aamon: "Come, filthy humans… let the party begin--
–That way all of you can die together."