#stolen omniscience and omnipotence

[yabutsuba]

Tag masterpost, part 2

[mariyekos]

With Within a forest dark being so much of a mess, I decided I'd work on something else for a bit to see if it helps me get back into the groove of thing. Dante+Credo fic is a go again! March may not have been the most productive month, but maybe I'll be able to get this one out in April. Would be fun to get something out for one of the less popular DMC boys!

I've shared a preview of this fic before, but I spent today revising what I've already written, so here's a new preview of the intro. Sorry not sorry my current style is wordiness. It's fun.

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When Credo was eight, his neighbor died. 

It wasn't a sudden thing; she’d had some sort of wasting disease, one that, over the course of several months- or really, over the course of several years though, he'd been too young to notice at first- had stolen the strength from her limbs, the air from her lungs, but never the kindness from her heart. It was nonetheless shocking to a boy who up until then had never lost someone, and he'd been stricken by the unfairness of it. She'd been such a lovely person. She was smart, kind, and most importantly, faithful. What had she done to deserve such a terrible death? What had she done to deserve death at all?

Nothing, according to his father. The illness that had taken her was one that she'd inherited from her mother, who'd inherited it from her mother before her. She committed no sin, nor did she fail in her faith, the woman a common sight in church and a common help around Fortuna. She'd done nothing to deserve death. The Savior had not condemned her to an early end.

But the Savior's power was limited, his father told him. The Savior had expended much of His strength protecting humanity from demons, and sometimes people slipped through the cracks. Sometimes good people died, not because they'd done anything so sinful as to deserve an early death, but because they got unlucky. Because, powerful as He was, the Savior could only fight so many battles at once. All one could do in those cases was pray that after their death the Savior delivered them to a kinder realm, one in which they no longer suffered as they did in life, and do good in their name. When the Savior returned to His full strength, He would reward the faithful, as would He reward those who cared for their brethren. In the time before, He would listen to the prayers sent His way and aid those for whom the people of Fortuna prayed. 

The lesson stuck with Credo. For years to come, fervent whispers of his neighbor’s name and the good she had both done and deserved spilled from chapped lips on long nights, pleas and hopes for a better life in the beyond consuming one who yet had both feet firmly planted in the world below. As he grew older, as memories of her life and presence grew fainter, as the number for which he prayed grew too large for each to have their own moment of reverence, as Credo grew too laden with responsibility to allocate each the time they deserved, his time spent managing those still alive that they might stay that way, even at the cost of losing time spent on those who could not pray for themselves, he kept her in his thoughts and prayers, for whatever good that may have done. 

When his parents were taken before their time, he clung to the lesson as one would a root in a raging river, desperate for a tether to the world they had come from, wide eyes locked on the monumental trunk to which the roots led in hope someone would save them before their strength failed and the current swept them away to a world unknown in which life would either be taken or different, in both cases changed irrevocably from the moment one made the plunge. 

The Savior could not save everyone, he told himself. Even the Almighty had His limits. Omniscience was not Omnipotence. Though the Savior was their best chance at Salvation, though he’d given His all to save their world, though none could have done what He had done and the people should be ever grateful, He’d expended much of Himself in the Separation, and in His recovery, an unfortunate few were beyond his reach. 

The Savior saved as many as He could, Credo repeated, chapped lips red and aching knees a deep purple, but sometimes people slipped through the cracks. It wasn't that they deserved to die, Credo insisted, fingers singed and eyes burning as they stared upon a blurring altar, but that the Savior was fighting another battle, and that He'd had not the strength to save them. They were unfortunate sacrifices, he choked in hoarse words through a pounding head and cheeks that after many a shower had run bone dry, but ones whose lives and sacrifices had worth. His parents would find deliverance in death. A more peaceful existence. One day, he and Kyrie would reunite with them in the lofty heavens the Savior had carved out for them, he'd get to see the lovely neighbor for whom he'd prayed smiling at their sides, and all would be well. Salvation was at hand. The Savior would always, ultimately, save them, even if not in the way Credo had envisioned as a boy.

Or so he'd told himself for years on end.

Now, though, trapped in an aching body drifting further and further towards its end, he knows better. Some part of his fantasies will forever remain that way. Not of any fault of the Savior, but of his miserable own.

[valkyrjuk]

When I entered His hall, I had lots of hopes.

I hoped He would be terrifying.

I hoped He would be wrathful.

I hoped He would be pathetic.

I hoped He would be omnipotent.

I hoped He would be weak.

I hoped He would be omniscient.

I hoped He would be a fool.

I hoped He would be omnipresent.

I hoped His throne would be cold and empty. A layer of dust upon its seat. The candles ensconced adjacent snuffed out for some time, or the wax having pooled on the floor and dripped in cataracts as the wicks came to their eventual end. As I dismantled His heavenly host with a silvered sword, as I cut through His chosen and the eternal, ethereal engines that were His servants and the frontline in His defense until that silvered sword was dulled to nothing more than a blunt rod that I used to flog the masses of sinners and saints until I was through, as I slaughtered angels and tore apart the Seraphim with my hands and my teeth until gilded golden metals and the gore of eyes and the fur of feathers was spread across the glittering white landscape, illuminated beneath the manifestation of His smiling face, and my hands and my face were burned, and my naked body slathered in the secondary destruction of billions, I found that my hopes and my fears were so entangled I could not distinguish one from another – not until after. Not until a long, long time after.

But there was one fear I had, one fear I had the whole time I was doing it. Betrayed by that mad thing, that eternal thing, my life, my love, my everything stolen from me either by chance or fate or His grand design I knew not, but my fear was that no matter what He had done or did not do I would look upon him and instead of resolve and supremacy and pure, blinding hatred, the hatred that carried me through so far and against so much, I feared I would see His face and His loving embrace and I would in turn love Him.

When I pushed open the gates to His hall and smeared them with ichor and soot I did not waver upon seeing him there, so far off at its gleaming conclusion yet so close at hand. I stalked His hall, dragging that silvered rod along the floor for so long it took on itself another point and became a spear not unlike the one that finally killed His own son seemingly exactly at the moment I was before Him and I was faced with my decision. I looked on Him and my fear was gone for He was a man just as I, for I was made in His image, so he is made in Mine. He opened His arms wide, and with a smile on His face he did embrace me, and as our nakedness touched I felt the warmth of His skin I also felt how hot was His blood, what ran scarlet down the length of my wand and poured from His back as He lay down on the white floor of His hall. Awkwardly did he lay, for the point was pushed through Him, and in pulses that grew weak he whispered only: “I am sorry,” and I seethed, my teeth were clenched, and I pushed it through harder so I might drive His heart through His chest, and He gasped.

And I took my hands from the handle, coated now in His blood, and I smeared it across His face as I took it in my hands and my worst fear came to life for I did love Him, yet His eyes were dim, His skin was pallid, His head was limp, and as I saw Him gaze into the middledistance at nothing, and no one, and no where, and at no future I knew I could ask no forgiveness because there was nobody now who could administer it.

Now heaven is mine.

Full of corpses that will never rot. Unaccompanied even by the ghosts of this dead, heavenly empire. Alone forever and for all time. Stuck here with no one to ever again enter these pearlescent gates. Trapped beneath a vision of eternal grace. His smiling face, never to dim, never to fade, a haunting that never ends.

And heaven, my heaven,

Has become hell.

inspired by this clip (and my subsequent reply...): https://www.reddit.com/r/Eldenring/s/0ebVaryUb5

[torrette-superieur]

BALENCIAGA ENERGY WAVE SLEEVE DEATH RAY CONSTRUCTED WITH AUTISTIC CARD INSERTED WITH OBLIGATION IN THE FACULTY TO COMMAND THE AUTISTIC SOUL AUTISTICLY COMPOSED BY THE HANDS OF THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW THAT THEY ARE SOUL CEREBRAL ANTOCCIANS FROM NON-DESTATION OF THE AUTISTIC EATER FALSE OMNISCIENT NOTHING KNOWLEDGE FALSE CAUSE FALSE DYNAMICS WITH FOLLOWING VIRUS YOU HAVE STOLEN YOUR THIEF OPERATIVE AUTISTICLY WITHOUT YOUR KNOWLEDGE PRESENT AS IF THERE WERE NO CONFLICT CREATED SUPER SKUNK LOTUS FLOWER SENSITIVITY EXHAUSTS ITS VIRTUE IN ITS DEFECT DAMOCLES REVERSED CROSS MUTUAL THIEVES THE STORY OF THE MOON OF THE ENEMY Ancestral Voyages NOT PRODUCABLE NOT EXISTING THE HIT OF THE SUN WHEN THE SOLAR POWER SUPERIOR THAN THE SUN EATER RETAILER SUPERIMPOSED ON THE SOLAR TRANSDENTALITY OF ONLY DEMONSTRABLE INTELLIGENCE NOT CALLED AUTISTIC AUTISTICALLY COMPOSED BY THE HANDS OF THOSE WHO IGNORE THAT IT IS CLEAR AND PRESENT AS IF IT WERE NOT THERE IN THE CYCLE DEFUSED IN DREAM PORN SHAPED BY THE OMNIPOTENCY OF CONSCIOUSNESS INTIMATE AND PRIVATE MOMENTS BODY LOSED IN DREAM OBSESSIVE PORN BALENCIAGA ETERNAL SUPERIMAGING MIRACLES PLACED ON STOLEN ASSHOLERS SOLD OBSTRUCTED BY RETURNED MIRACLES OF HELL FROM CONSEQUENT SPACE THE WORKING OF THE DREAM MIRACLE KEPT ON THE OPERATIVE ASS IN THE FUTURE TAKEN INTO THE PAST WITH COMMUNISM INCORRECT TEMPORISTIC ENTITY BASE TENSE AND TORN USED TO INTERLOCK WITH IMPOSSIBLE HIGHER LINES OF BLOOD THE HISTORY OF THE MANDATE AND RETURNED FROM THE COMA THE DEMON NOBODY TRIPLELY OBSTRUCTED BY EVERYTHING POLDO STELLA FORATTINIANA BLIND KING ASSHOLE AND COMMUNIST AUTOMATICALLY AT THE POWER FALSE CAUSE FALSE DYNAMICS AUTISTIC BRAIN FALSE OMNISCIENT EATER NULL KNOWLEDGE FALSE CAUSE FALSE DYNAMICS SUPERIMPOSED TRANSCEDENTAL EMPIRISM ROUGH MURDERER CREDITOR DEALER FALSE OMNISCIENT NULL KNOWLEDGE THIEF TRIPLE OBSTRUCTED DEMON OBSTRUCTOR PERSONAL INTELLIGENCE RENDERED SHADOW MAN GIATA STOLEN AND SOLD USED TO TRIPLE OBSTRUCTION FOR A FALSE OMNISCIENT NOTHING WISE FALSE CAUSE FALSE DYNAMICS THESE ARE THE TECHNIQUES OF WAR.

[exnusquam]

Stolen from @rocketborn

▌𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Hestia, Sona, Chrysos... : ) ▌𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒:  Nigh omnipotent, nigh omniscient ▌𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: Golden ▌𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: Black with dark grey streaks. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒: Deceased. ▌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒: N/A ▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄: Team Galactic, Volo (most iterations at least) ▌𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒: Meeting people, ? ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄: Oh boy. Yeah lol. ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄: :^) ▌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌: Horse, Unicorn, Pegasus. ▌𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: Selfloathing, violently revenge driven. ▌𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒: N/A ▌𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Yes. ▌𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒  𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒: They don't believe they are worth marrying. But they can still dream! As for kids... they used to hand them [:^)] but they passed away. They are afraid to have more kids now. ▌𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒: N/A ▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄: @kyuureimu, @skullkxd, @dualnull (Yu, more of a like than a Love as of right now but!!) ▌𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒: Eager to make them, but scared to let them truly in. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊: Tea. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓: The Lake Trio's lakes. ▌𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍: Both. ▌𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄: Poor little meow meows /hj. ▌𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍��𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒: Both.

[powdermelonkeg]

Why didn't Ghirahim just climb/teleport up the Goddess Statue and use the Triforce to revive Demise?

Personally, I don't think he can.

The term "god" in Zelda lore is used very loosely, more in line with Japanese more minor/niche gods than the omniscient/omnipotent god of Christianity. And in most contexts, it's usually used to mean "not mortal."

If it were a matter of not being a god, just that, then Zelda wouldn't have had to become a human in the first place; she could have made herself into a light spirit, like in Twilight Princess, or a dragon, like her guardians of the world.

We never get any confirmation that Ghirahim or Fi can die. Ghriahim's lost when Demise loses his sword, and Fi goes to sleep forever.

As far as the Triforce is concerned, they're not mortal.

But even more important is the Triforce itself.

It doesn't like to stay whole.

If someone touches it without a perfect balance of its three virtues, it shatters to bits. We see it used very sparingly throughout the series; it's shown more often in pieces than it is intact. The only reason Link can even use it is because he went through four dungeons to temper his soul.

Even if he fit the requirements for mortality, the most Ghirahim could do would be to take a piece for himself.

It wouldn't give him what he wants. Especially when Zelda's right there, vulnerable and waiting to be stolen

[acrxmxnal-archived]

What Body Part Are You?

Eyes You see everything, and understand what must be done in order to forgo suffering, noticing the silence of others and people thought to be insignificant in the grander schemes. Nothing can escape your watchful eye. A powerful thing to be indeed, but omniscient does not mean omnipotent. Cassandra too saw a bloody future that her people refused to acknowledge, saw the red string of fate that tied her painful future with her inevitable death, but lacked the power to stop the burning fires of Troy. You are burdened with a great gift. Do not avert your gaze, do not look back, do not close your eyes. See it all, be the witness. Even if that’s all you can do.

Stolen from: @dcadhouse​ Tagging: Anyone.

[syntaktis]

what body part are you ? // tim drake

eyes

You see everything, and understand what must be done in order to forgo suffering, noticing the silence of others and people thought to be insignificant in the grander schemes. Nothing can escape your watchful eye. A powerful thing to be indeed, but omniscient does not mean omnipotent. Cassandra too saw a bloody future that her people refused to acknowledge, saw the red string of fate that tied her painful future with her inevitable death, but lacked the power to stop the burning fires of Troy. You are burdened with a great gift. Do not avert your gaze, do not look back, do not close your eyes. See it all, be the witness. Even if that’s all you can do.

stolen from: @kryptonfresh​ tagging: you !

[hinabae]

‣✽. what body part are you?

eyes. 

you see everything, and understand what must be done in order to forgo suffering, noticing the silence of others and people thought to be insignificant in the grander schemes. nothing can escape your watchful eye. a powerful thing to be indeed, but omniscient does not mean omnipotent. cassandra too saw a bloody future that her people refused to acknowledge, saw the red string of fate that tied her painful future with her inevitable death, but lacked the power to stop the burning fires of troy. you are burdened with a great gift. do not avert your gaze, do not look back, do not close your eyes. see it all, be the witness. even if that’s all you can do.

tagged: stolen by @thousandbirds​ !  ( ´ ∀ ` )ﾉ tagging: @purposeclaimed​ ; @springhealer​​ ; @uglyanswer ;  @firestcrm​ ; @yinseal​  + whomever else wants to do this !! 

[ofcoldguns]

What body part are you?

Eyes

You see everything, and understand what must be done in order to forgo suffering, noticing the silence of others and people thought to be insignificant in the grander schemes. Nothing can escape your watchful eye. A powerful thing to be indeed, but omniscient does not mean omnipotent. Cassandra too saw a bloody future that her people refused to acknowledge, saw the red string of fate that tied her painful future with her inevitable death, but lacked the power to stop the burning fires of Troy. You are burdened with a great gift. Do not avert your gaze, do not look back, do not close your eyes. See it all, be the witness. Even if that’s all you can do.

tagged: stolen from  @aheroslegacy​ tagging: Anyone who wants to

[ncvabcrn-archive]

what body part are you?

   THE EYES.

you see everything, and understand what must be done in order to forgo suffering, noticing the silence of others and people thought to be insignificant in the grander schemes. nothing can escape your watchful eye. a powerful thing to be indeed, but omniscient does not mean omnipotent. cassandra too saw a bloody future that her people refused to acknowledge, saw the red string of fate that tied her painful future with her inevitable death, but lacked the power to stop the burning fires of troy. you are burdened with a great gift. do not avert your gaze, do not look back, do not close your eyes. see it all, be the witness. even if that’s all you can do.

   tagged by: stolen from the dash.    tagging: whoever wants to !

[acemenagerie-a]

What body part are you?

tagged by: stolen from @baseyra​ bc i physically cannot resist taking online quizzes for my muses tagging: we are all thieves now

Elias : 💖 Heart 💖

A heart in a cynical sense feels nothing, it simply carries through all the blood, all the oxygen, all the components the other parts that do feel need. An ugly organ, misshapen and strange when held in the palm of your hand. Yet, it is the centre of your being. It is the core. Even when you try to act unaffected, it is your heart that gives you away, skipping a beat, fluttering in excitement, halting dead in terror. You have so much of it to give, you just haven’t learned to discern who is and isn’t worthy of it yet. Hold onto it. Do not whittle it down, carve names into the flesh that you cannot erase. Remain patient, remain astute, and remain loving.

Jonah : 👁 Eyes 👁

You see everything, and understand what must be done in order to forgo suffering, noticing the silence of others and people thought to be insignificant in the grander schemes. Nothing can escape your watchful eye. A powerful thing to be indeed, but omniscient does not mean omnipotent. Cassandra too saw a bloody future that her people refused to acknowledge, saw the red string of fate that tied her painful future with her inevitable death, but lacked the power to stop the burning fires of Troy. You are burdened with a great gift. Do not avert your gaze, do not look back, do not close your eyes. See it all, be the witness. Even if that’s all you can do.

Gertrude : 🦷 Teeth 🦷

To tear, to rip, to eat, to devour. You’ve only barked and attacked your whole life, bitten and torn at the hands that approached you, unable to tell if they were going to feed you or hurt you. Not uncommon for someone who has endured what you have. Sometimes they can turn in on yourself, biting and tearing flesh at every crevice of your being until you can find what’s underneath, to truly know who you are. But you won’t. Teeth always rot and fall out, and when that day comes, you will be weak and defenceless, muzzled and useless. So while you can, look to the cameras and give us a big smile.

Georgie : 😶 Skin 😶

Here is the largest organ, seemingly unimportant and forgotten in favour of larger meatier cuts of flesh, but it is living and breathing but wholly on the outside. You feel everything so much all the time. You wear everything on the outside, nothing about you is restrained or held back, authentic and truthful, even to a fault, even revealing all the ugly parts you can’t cover. The blows and injuries you take cannot be hidden, so be cautious. Always remember scars do not heal, they can only fade.

[amadgirltm]

UPDATED: Verse 10: Chaos God

TL;DR: Alice is an Immortal Chaos God Confirmed.

She has followers. She has stolen the body of a human formerly known as Alice. She can bend time and space to her very will, and can even grant powers to her loyal followers (Provided they do something for her in return). Her end goal is unknown, and why she seems to care for humans in any capacity is strange and bound to be her downfall or her greatest advantage.

Transmutation, Mind-control, Master manipulation, Immortality, Teleportation, Omniscience, Omnipotence, are just a few of her powers, the rest she seems to keep hidden and locked away, and refuses to use. 

tag:  I am a shadow in your subconscious a blemish on your fragile little psyche. You know me. You just don't know it. || verse 10 || Chaos God ||;

[bitchwhoreofastorm]

Almalexia as her divinity flees and she finds herself the herself the last member of the Tribunal

She never lost her godhood entirely. She retained a few shreds of it: the echoes of other people’s thoughts in her ear, and the echoes of other people’s emotions in her heart. And her mind remained spread out like spilled water, as it is for all gods. She thought in locations and made decisions as prophecies. But without omnipotence/omnipresence/omniscience this felt broken, like the mind of a broken mortal, not something proper and divine. And she would not accept herself as a broken mortal.

But with divinity fading like lava going cold these things were all so wrong. The snippets of other people’s thoughts in her ear were insulting, their emotions scared and hostile. The hearts of her worshipers were faithless and bit at her heels. The emotions of her people were so strong and so noxious that they manifested as nausea and made her want to vomit (she had always felt too strongly, her thoughts swelling like a flood, fit to burst the dam, causing destruction when they did– they always did). The boundaries of her mind, so fluid and soft, grated against the inside of her veins, and she’d take to clawing at her right arm when it was bare, gouging at her own skin. She always wore it wrapped and covered from then on, to conceal her fraying edges.

As Lorkhan’s Heart was stolen so was part of herself, and the part of herself she lost were the other two. For they had been one and the same for millennia, maybe even before they shed their mortality, one being in three bodies; when she closed her eyes she poured into the others and they into her. When someone dealt a blow to her it was they who cried out. She was always their warden and their bulwark, but only because they were the ones who took the blows, suffering for her pain more than she suffered. And she suffered for them.  So it had always been. And there had been a time when she’d closed her eyes and slipped into the minds of the other two, and though they were thousands of miles away and had been apart for years they would read her, and know her, and reach out for her with love. They were there and so there was love.

She never lost her godhood entirely, but she did lose love. With all the adoration in the world pressed onto her skin, within her could only be a blackness, an emptiness, a hollow aching hunger so vast she thought she would collapse and swallow up the world. Surrounded by friends and followers she only felt alone. And that, perhaps, was the fatal blow, the true wound: that she was abandoned without anyone having left her.

But here she was, at the head of a squad of Ordinators, and ash fell from Red Mountain in thick sheets, and a blighted wind whistled shrilly around them. Her sword hung at her side, but her hands were idle, and one slipped under the wrapping of her right arm, and gouged at the skin to chase the fear of their soldiers from her mind. And Sotha Sil, standing beside her, turned and caught her eyes, and grasped her elbow, and asked softly, “What are you feeling?”

[msclaritea]

"Doctor Strange entered SECRET WARS right alongside the main architects of Battleworld: Doctor Doom and Molecule Man. As the new reality kicked off in the second issue of the series—after the fall of both the main Marvel and Ultimate Universes in issue #1—we soon discover that Stephen held a high office in God Doom’s court.

The Sheriff of Agamotto presided over a dispute between Mister Sinister and the Captains Britain of Higher Avalon. As he said, Strange served Doom himself, acted as his right hand and described his judgment as final. “I am the law,” he explained.

Later, he conversed with Doom’s daughter Valeria, her father’s left hand, otherwise known as the Foundation. She informed him of the newly discovered life raft that held the evil Cabal members. The existence of something that existed before Battleworld troubled Valeria, but Strange attempted to shut her down. He called the thing’s existence “Schism” and said it needed quarantine.

After the Cabal exited their ship, but before Strange investigated it himself, he spoke with Doom who grew tired of the sheriff’s constant recounting of various transgressions between various realms. “You are omnipotent, not omniscient. The danger to your throne, and this world—the last world—comes from what we do not know.”

Before long, Strange investigated the Cabal’s craft and the dead Thor there. After sending out the troops to find the escapees, he met Miles Morales who explained that he remembered the old world. Not long after, Strange, Miles, and the newest Thor retreated to The Hidden Isle of Agamotto where the sheriff showed them another life raft ship that he’d never opened. This one held Mr. Fantastic, Black Panther, Captain Marvel, Thor, Star-Lord, the Phoenix-empowered Cyclops, and Spider-Man.

Secret Wars (2015) #1

SECRET WARS (2015) #1

published: May 06, 2015

added to marvel unlimited: November 02, 2015

rating: Rated T+

writer: Jonathan Hickman

cover artist: Alex Ross

Strange told the newcomers that they’d been in stasis for eight years, in which time he and Doom built the world. He once again admitted that he turned away from the power of being god but still felt that Doom had done good work.

When a battle broke out between the Cabal and the Thors, Strange teleported the heroes to the conflict. Thanks to Mr. Fantastic’s appearance, Doom also joined the fray and soon dispatched Cyclops. Seeing that something big and bad loomed, Stephen Strange sent the extra-dimensional characters to all corners of the battle-globe.

Far from happy, Doom confronted Strange, asking where he’d sent them. Strange refused to respond, but clearly seemed conflicted about saving people from the true world while also staying loyal to Doom. After Stephen asked how Reed Richards would respond upon discovering that Doom had stolen his wife and children in this reality, the god used his power to strike the sheriff down.

Though Doom threw a funeral and covered up his own involvement in Strange’s death, the Sorcerer Supreme managed to give the survivors enough time and space to eventually take down God Doom by the end of the series.

Opening the Book of Vishanti

During the epic Secret Wars, Doom and Strange acted as friends because they’d been through so much together. As if surviving one universe and keeping another intact wouldn’t be enough, Strange also revealed to us that he stood right next to Doom when he remade this world. They attempted to save the savable and make up the rest as they went. Strange also unveiled that he could have been god instead of Doom. “And I remember that you did not want it,” Doom said. “I still don’t…but I do remember…and know how precious what we have left is,” replied Strange. “So I guard it fiercely.”

[hesbit]

WHAT BODY PART ARE YOU ; EYES

You see everything, and understand what must be done in order to forgo suffering, noticing the silence of others and people thought to be insignificant in the grander schemes. Nothing can escape your watchful eye. A powerful thing to be indeed, but omniscient does not mean omnipotent. Cassandra too saw a bloody future that her people refused to acknowledge, saw the red string of fate that tied her painful future with her inevitable death, but lacked the power to stop the burning fires of Troy. You are burdened with a great gift. Do not avert your gaze, do not look back, do not close your eyes. See it all, be the witness. Even if that’s all you can do.

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