The Reality Vortex: The Black Rose

Federation City Outskirts

Alex blinked once and found herself pressed against the ground. She couldn’t follow what transpired after she fired her bullet. It was a flash from her perspective. “Does she have the ability to manipulate time? She’s extremely dangerous!” She thought to herself. “But I didn’t sense any time-energy around her—” Alex cringed in pain as the shoulder began pulsing in agony. She looks up, staring at the ferocious beast that seemingly obsessed with Lucifer, and the Witch that clearly has an advantage over her.

Clearing her throat, Alex had a half-hearted smile as sweat trailed down from her cheeks. “I’m just a distraction.”

Battler stomped both feet on the ground and raised his arms in the air. His hands turned solid gold as a golden aura billowed outwards from the detective. “Golden Objective!”

Once the golden aura covered the area that contains the Breakers in his vicinity, the detective quickly made work. As the swarms of bees engulfed him, the detective waved his hands a few times. “Slow on the uptake, Witch.” The bees vanished around him as he took several steps on actual air. “But you were a bit faster than a handful of your previous selves. I’ll grant you that.”

He snaps his fingers, and Bernkastel’s scythe appears in his hands instead. “In this golden field, I made the rules here. No more summons. No more energy blasts. No more magic. They don’t exist here. Just pure fists.” He smirks. “Now, let’s the witch hunt truly begin.” He dashed over to the Witch, with the pure intention of slicing her in half.

Federation City Underground: Doom's Lab

Darth Vader took several steps forward until he stopped. He scanned the area once before speaking. “I’ve sense traces of Clear Mind amongst you. Bring them out or face consequences.”
 
Jaz continued to weld through the barrier, making a hole large enough for just one person.

“Quickly! The barrier will close itself again.” Jaz said, waving Asher to hurry. “C’mon Ashy.”

Avalon’s ears flicked as he heard the sudden footsteps echoing from within the cave. A part of him bit his lip, silently cursing under his breath before he quickly shoved Asher inside, watching the barrier shrink further, too small for him to enter.

“Oof!” Asher crashed onto the floor, rubbing his chin. His rainbow eyes widen, seeing the barrier seal behind him. “Whoa, hey!”

Avalon shot Asher a look that instantly silenced the young man.

“Just focus on the lab, Asher. We will keep watch; you’ll be safe in there.” Avalon said with authority, and for the first time, he showed a side that looked more like a leader. “Hurry up and keep Jaz safe.”

Damnit, what now? Avalon sighed mentally. Give us a break!

Avalon turned to the mysterious presence and felt himself swallow hard. This man, his presence, it was unlike anything he’s every felt. He was a powerful man, definitely, but to what extent? Avalon was already too scared to find out, but he took a step forward, putting himself between the mysterious man and the youngsters; however, he purposely covered the shrinking hole Jaz made, glancing back once to see Asher rising to his feet.

“Uhm, hey. Are you lost like us…?” Avalon tilted his head slightly. “And… what is Clear Mind?”


“Crush bones? Oh, how merciful, even for you to say, Lady Bernkastel.” Zenta landed on the floor with every ounce of grace and elegance, his twin tails slowly flowing behind him. “A child of Lucifer, oh, the wonderful and exciting things I would do…”

Zenta chuckled, staring down at the subdued Alex, raising a foot and ready to stomp her head to the ground. However, knowing Zenta’s… tendency to go overboard, it would not end well for Alex.

Then, Zenta paused, ears immediately perked up upon sensing a new aura engulf the field, his foot moments away from stomping out Alex’s head. A devious smirk formed on Zenta’s face as he began to breathe a little heavier, enjoying the chance to unleash. It excited him, made his fur bristle, ran fire through his veins, bringing the beast into newfound—or, perhaps long forgotten—ecstasy.

“Just fists?! Only fists?!” Zenta cackled, licking the saliva threatening to fall from his jaw. “Say no more! I have been waiting for a chance to work these old bones!”

Zenta wrapped an arm around Bernkastel’s waist, hoisting her against his chest, and flipping backwards to avoid the scythe threatening to slice her. As Zenta held Bernkastel, the witch felt his arm, his chest, like a rock wall. His muscles were flexing, muscles that, hidden beneath the fur, were never seen. Only now, with no other option—not that Zenta cared—did his muscles feel like absolute stone. If Bernkastel peeked at his bicep, it could crush her head.

“My Lady, allow me to fight Battler! No summons, no magic, and no energy! Fighting with the tools few can master!” Zenta gripped the back of Bernkastel’s dress, his grip alone tearing through the fabric, while he zipped about, rag dolling Bernkastel unintentionally as he moved. “Come, Battler, fight me!”
 
Federation City Outskirts

As the scythe sliced into the ground where Bernkastel and Zenta had been moments before, Vegetto shot forward. The air had changed once again; the alteration of what had transpired changing. Where he had stood moments before had shifted, as if he were primed to intercept Battler within an immediate dash.

Yet further cementing the strange alteration, Cayde and Whis were both no where to be seen. Both characters no longer were on the battlefield; their presence unfelt once again.

Not dead, but their contribution to this battle was too much to think of.

Perhaps the fatigue is greater than you thought?

You don't need to try so hard. Let go.

Walk away.

Let them end.

Vegetto grimaced, his gloved hands shooting out and seizing Battler's scythe. He struggled to tear it away from the detective's grip, his power surging against the resistance.

"If you want to kill her, you'll have to get through me first!"

The Potara fusion threw his head forward, attempting to headbutt Battler and disorient the detective to seize the scythe.


Federation City

Vegetto Black's eyes widened at Yowl Kassava's sudden destructive force. He blinked hard, caught off guard at the violence. He expected Yowl Kassava to at least have listened to the clerk, but the doppelganger looked on in satisfaction once she professed her hatred of hearing slander on his name.

However, the imposing arrival of Darkseid only prompted Vegetto Black to turn around and face the man slowly. His confident smirk raised at the sight; devoid of any concern or even reprehension at the villain. Vegetto Black glanced to the side at Sinister Bernkastel with an affirming chuckle, supporting her ideals in the situation while he cracked his knuckles.

"Yes...just enough damage so he can still speak and think."

Vegetto Black stepped forward, unbothered by Darkseid's stature and authoritative aura; choosing to address Darkseid's lack of understanding on his name.

"Call me Vegetto, and no deal. How about instead, you give us a proper fight before taking us to the lab? The Breakers were too weak to entertain us; surely you can give us the challenge we deserve?"
 
Victor thinks "Not the first time I was forced a striation like this. Thank goodness I not a creature that literally needs magic to even existed."

Victor takes off the top part of his robe and says, "If I must." Despite being an old man Victor is strangely ripped. Victor moves torts the fight as that strange aura sparks.
 
Outside Federation City

“Huh?!” Battler had his face bashed in by Vegetto’s headbutt, letting go of the scythe and falling to the ground. He quickly jumped back on his feet after a quick recovery.

“Phew!” Battler spat out a broken tooth. “This is more like it.” He smiles, seeing Zenta, Victor and Vegetto ready to square up and fight. Although he was a bit nervous fighting all three at once, he was still beaming with absolute confidence.

The secret of Battler’s abilities: The Objectives. The detective can rewrite events of anything of his choosing based on the color: Red or Blue Objective. Red Objective can change anything around him, while the Blue Objective changes anything that affects him personally. However, he can only do one objective at a time and must be in his line of sight.

Golden Objective is his signature ability. A golden aura that spreads out and engulfs enemies in a bubble. Anyone in the golden aura cannot escape. Once it is activated, he will impose rules that will remain activated if Battler is still able to fight or he ends it. However, any linger effects from Red Objectives still active, will disappear and return to normal. Meaning, Brachi’s split will be re-fused and turn back to her normal self once more.

“You know, when I used my objectives against the witches… they’re sore losers. They didn’t like the idea that I could just change the outcomes to my liking, making it impossible to win. So, they just ended up brawling instead.” Battler grabbed onto his trench coat. “And the biggest loser was Bernkastel. She was going on and on about boredom… until losing was within her sights. Shet absolutely hated to lose. So, I got into a lot of physical altercations with them. Got so bad, she even alerted versions of herself across fragments worlds to give them a leg up.”

Battler removed his detective attire, also revealing his strong physical build. “C’mon then. Put’em up. Time to fight like men! And of course, ladies too.” He ran towards Zenta, showing off his speed. He punched the beast in the stomach, pushing him back a few feet. “Show me what you guys got!”

Alex had to catch her breath, realizing that she almost die. "That demon... what his connection with Lucifer?"

Federation City

“Hey, don’t enrage him like that! He doesn’t like being look down on, you know!” Yowl Kassava wasn’t concerned about Vegetto Black and Sinister Bernkastel. Moreso that if Darkseid lashed out enough, they will kill him accidentally.

“They’re baiting me, my pupil. Fortunately for them, I am intrigued.” Darkseid smirks. “I commend the enthusiasm for a battle of equal footing. But I condoned the foolishness of thinking they can best me in combat.” His eyes began to glow brightly.

“Just show us the lab!” Kassava demanded. “As a mentor, you should at least tell me a thing or two before we fight!”

“You have so much to learn, my child, of how this world.” He paused. “A fact in all worlds, of how things work.” He chuckled. “A mentor no more. An executioner, I am.”

Darkseid fired a laser beam from his eyes called the Omega Beam. Powerful energy attacks that lock onto targets—and will not stop until it hits them. It curves across the city, slicing multiple buildings and vaporizing afterwards, until it locks onto Vegetto Black and Sinister Bernkastel.

Federation City Underground: Doom’s Lab

“A refusal to answer.” Darth Vader raised his hand towards the group. “Then I’ll choke them out of you.”

Daiman felt a sensation on his neck as he was lifted from the ground. “Ackk…!!” Instinctively, the young man reached for his neck because he felt a hard-pressed gripe around it, but there was nothing physically there. “Ahh!” He tried to breathe, but it was a futile effort.

With a flick of his fingers, Darth Vader tossed Daiman flying to a wall, causing a massive hole as he burrowed through it. He then turns his sight to Mooli.

Darth Vader slowed his breathing and everything around them turned pitch black before returning to normal. He appeared in front of Mooli and placed his hand on her chest. An electric current sparked in between his fingers as he unleashed large voltage of destructive, red-like lightning against the Saiyan, then striking her with a shoulder bash to push her away.

His light saber stabbing the ground, Darth Vader turned his sights on Avalon. “Your fear suffocates the air in this room. I’ll provide oxygen by snuffing you out.” He dashed towards the ninja, raising the saber over his head to strike down Avalon.
 
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