The Walking Black HoleMomentum is a product of mass and velocity. There was no velocity in Times Square, the air was thick, unyielding amber. The Tartarus Ravagers, however, were not. Their multi-jointed bone-scythes were pointed at the paralyzed Avatar of Genesis and they lunged at him at terrifying speed.Alex did not attempt to punch them. He would not avoid.The God of War was standing in the middle of the liquid asphalt and pushed the crushing force of the earth's diamond into itself. He did not throw the weight outwards; he concentrated it all in his flesh and bones.He was now a walking black hole.The first Ravager's bone-scythe hit Alex in his shoulder. No kinetic effect, but the unimaginable density of Alex's body resulted in a physical reaction that was catastrophic. The scythe was not only broken, but it disintegrated into tiny dust when it hit.The animal shrieked, and its voice was confused. Moving in agonizingly slow motion through the anti-physics field, Alex simply s

The ProcessorThere is a distinct difference between a soldier and a slave. A soldier gives his or her life for a cause; a slave must kill for one.Alex was in the World-Eater's command chamber, illuminated by the green light, which was pulsing with acid.In the World-Eater's command chamber, Alex looked at the ruined, chained Archangel in the pulsing, acidic green light. His golden armor was rusted with iron and the stumps of his wings shed thick, corrupted ichor.Alex gasped, "Uriel," the Celestial was his name. An angel who once served the First Emperor, and had fought with great ferocity in the Heavenly Swarm's invasion.Hearing his name, the Archangel’s head twitched. The sickening green light in his eyes flared and for a fleeting moment was overcast by a desperate, agonizing flash of original, pure starlight. Uriel saw the Avatar of Genesis, and his jaw quivered at the parasitic nerves that had been forced into his throat."Alex..." Uriel choked out, a horrifying mix of divine ha

The Cosmic WhipA sword cuts flesh, a cosmic string cuts fundamental fabric of reality.The Anti-Matter Monarch was no talker, it just sat in the superheated depths of the Mid-Atlantic Ridge. The tall, tall figure of pure blackness lifted its high, high vibrating stick and let it fall with a blinding, physics-breaking CRACK.The weapon passed through Alex's corporeal form. It attacked the invisible, absolute gravity tethers which the Avatar of Genesis was using to bind the North American and Eurasian tectonic plates.The cosmic string cut through the gravitational bonds as if they were butter."AGH!" The conceptual link was cut, and Alex roared in agony, his mind blown.The earth's tectonic plates violently sprang back open with a loud, planet-wide groan, were it not for the anchor of Genesis. The force of the broken gravity tethers was like a sledgehammer to Alex's arms and he was completely paralyzed. The Avatar of Genesis lost his trajectory and started to free fall right into the

The Trinity CoreThe cosmic hierarchy was kind of built on this old idea that light shoots out dark, and gravity just… crushes everything, no mercy.But okay, what if a mortal vessel decides to argue with the numbers, like, outright refuses the math and instead chooses to eat the nightmare?The antimatter monarch didn’t even blink. Once it saw the Avatar of Genesis getting all violently twisted and mutated, that towering thing drove the humming scalpel of total annihilation straight into Alex’s freshly forged chest. A hit, y'know, meant to erase the Avatar at a subatomic level.The scalpel pierced Alex’s flesh.Only there was no boom. No disintegration, none of that usual drama.Alex stayed perfectly still. His eight colossal wings—some horrifying, glorious mashup of flayed muscle, Celestial Aether, and rusted terrestrial iron—opened wide. The radioactive neon green plus pitch-black energy spinning in his chest yanked the antimatter scalpel inward, like it was nothing.The monarch tri

The Cosmic MarchThe sky above the Atlantic Ocean didn't open – it was ripped open by the power of one man.Alex stood before the immense, jagged, bleeding green tear in the fabric of the universe, which he had torn, and the swirling white data sphere he had taken from the Lawgiver. He looked away from the earth. His eyes remained fixed on the emptiness, with his eyes glaring with fear and eight wings.The most impenetrable armada in the universe was ready to roll behind him.The sleek black-iron Vanguard transports flew in with perfect formation, and so did the commandeered Global Council drop ships, which were fitted with terrestrial heavy weapons. The billions of rusted leviathan-bone Dreadnoughts of the Tartarus hive-mind flanked them, as gigantic biomechanical escorts. The Vanguard and the Abyss were following behind, both marching to the tune of the Nightmare King, alongside Humanity.“Enter the breach,” Alex said, his voice resonating through the communication system of the hum