Will be posting some CSes, finalised and WIP here for reasons. Have a good day.
"But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.”
A great wave of force rocks Kamar-Taj. The mountainous compound quakes with the force of what feels like an avalanche. Doctor Strange is busy meditating as it hits, the Ancient One close-by.
"Master, I sense..." The doctor is cut off abruptly. In the doorway stood a robed man.
"Master indeed!" His voice booms in reply. The Ancient One looks to his apprentice knowingly, with a short look of regret.
"...Mordo." Strange finishes, trying to process this. He turns to face the interloper. The man looks past him. He was here for the Ancient One. Strange goes to his master's side.
"You have returned. I had thought you would still be licking your wounds. Hoped even that you would have abandoned this fool's errand. A pity." He sighs.
"You are not rid of me yet," the fallen learner chides.
"Mordo," the Master implores, "Reconsider this. All of this." Mordo's dead eye stare offsets his own. The two were beyond reconciliation. Both men understood this, even if they had yet to admit it.
"You would still appeal to my humanity, old man?" A tense smile pokes at his lips. "I thought I was beyond your help."
"You may have strayed from the path but that does not mean--"
"No! This is not the time for your fortune cookie platitudes! You will listen." Mordo's foot strikes the ground, a wave of anger overtaking him. He composes himself. "This is the end of our journey together. The end. For you and for your mongrel dog."
Strange holds his tongue. His eyes scan around the room for something he could use to his advantage. No one speaks for what feels like a lifetime. They stand, like great sculptures, chiselled and unmoving. The master betrays nothing with his face; Mordo's own is marked by rage.
"Leave this place." The Master pleads.
"Goodbye, old friend." His hands extend towards his adversary. "I invoke the power of the Devourer-God, the All-Killer!" A green aura overtakes the zealot. The Ancient One's own arms are up in an instant as he rushes to form a shield. A bulbous mass of green energy pours at it, moving in waves, like the body of a snake.
Strange begins conjuring a response.
"In your name and with your fury, dreaded Shuma-Gorath, I end this life!" The endless stream thrashes against the protective construct. It bends and cracks against it with a force unyielding. Without any warning, a red energy sweeps over Mordo. It envelops him, wrapping around his form.
"Now that is quite enough." Strange remarks at his work, the energy flowing from his hands. "The crimson bands of Cyttorak hold you fast. Do the smart thing and yield to them."
"You are more the fool to stand with him still. I will not be denied." With a surge of force, Mordo shatters his binds and with the excess energy sends Strange flying across the room. He pours the dark energies into both of them, a conduit for the otherworldly force, the power filling the room. With a last push, the Ancient One makes his stand. But the force overwhelms him. The shield fizzles into nothing as a mass of eldritch tentacles pierce his material body. Strange watches on desperate. He had to do something, Anything.
A great wave of force rocks Kamar-Taj. The mountainous compound quakes with the force of what feels like an avalanche. Doctor Strange is busy meditating as it hits, the Ancient One close-by.
"Master, I sense..." The doctor is cut off abruptly. In the doorway stood a robed man.
"Master indeed!" His voice booms in reply. The Ancient One looks to his apprentice knowingly, with a short look of regret.
"...Mordo." Strange finishes, trying to process this. He turns to face the interloper. The man looks past him. He was here for the Ancient One. Strange goes to his master's side.
"You have returned. I had thought you would still be licking your wounds. Hoped even that you would have abandoned this fool's errand. A pity." He sighs.
"You are not rid of me yet," the fallen learner chides.
"Mordo," the Master implores, "Reconsider this. All of this." Mordo's dead eye stare offsets his own. The two were beyond reconciliation. Both men understood this, even if they had yet to admit it.
"You would still appeal to my humanity, old man?" A tense smile pokes at his lips. "I thought I was beyond your help."
"You may have strayed from the path but that does not mean--"
"No! This is not the time for your fortune cookie platitudes! You will listen." Mordo's foot strikes the ground, a wave of anger overtaking him. He composes himself. "This is the end of our journey together. The end. For you and for your mongrel dog."
Strange holds his tongue. His eyes scan around the room for something he could use to his advantage. No one speaks for what feels like a lifetime. They stand, like great sculptures, chiselled and unmoving. The master betrays nothing with his face; Mordo's own is marked by rage.
"Leave this place." The Master pleads.
"Goodbye, old friend." His hands extend towards his adversary. "I invoke the power of the Devourer-God, the All-Killer!" A green aura overtakes the zealot. The Ancient One's own arms are up in an instant as he rushes to form a shield. A bulbous mass of green energy pours at it, moving in waves, like the body of a snake.
Strange begins conjuring a response.
"In your name and with your fury, dreaded Shuma-Gorath, I end this life!" The endless stream thrashes against the protective construct. It bends and cracks against it with a force unyielding. Without any warning, a red energy sweeps over Mordo. It envelops him, wrapping around his form.
"Now that is quite enough." Strange remarks at his work, the energy flowing from his hands. "The crimson bands of Cyttorak hold you fast. Do the smart thing and yield to them."
"You are more the fool to stand with him still. I will not be denied." With a surge of force, Mordo shatters his binds and with the excess energy sends Strange flying across the room. He pours the dark energies into both of them, a conduit for the otherworldly force, the power filling the room. With a last push, the Ancient One makes his stand. But the force overwhelms him. The shield fizzles into nothing as a mass of eldritch tentacles pierce his material body. Strange watches on desperate. He had to do something, Anything.
Superheroes > New York
Shazam!
By: SlothBaby
This chapter serves to introduce the super-powered adventures of Shazam.
Rated: Fiction T - Action/Adventure - Original Character - Chapters: 1 - Words: 269 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 0
Updated: Mar 10 - Published: Mar 10 - id: 6268769
(A/N: Yikes, it's been a while. Sorry I haven't posted much recently. School is killing me at the moment and I wound up writing myself into a corner with that last story so starting fresh. This is a WIP and I promise I'll keep adding as long as you keep reading. Plotted out at least ten chapters for this one, so let me know if you want to see more of this. Thanks to everyone who's stuck around. I'll get a new chapter for Wonder Woman X Captain America (The Lies that Bind Us) up as soon as I can.)
(So yeah, enjoy.)
(As always, I don't own any characters used (obviously). Apologies in advance for any grammer errors. It's 3:00am here. Constructive criticism welcome.)
Chapter 1: The Word of Power
Kamala used to be a normal high school student. That all changed when she was given strange powers by an ancient wizard. Sensing her soul was pure, he made her his champion on Earth and blessed her with amazing powers. Imbued with the Living Lightning, all she had to do was say the magic word (Shazam!) and she was transformed into a superhero with the wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, the skill of Athena, the power of Zeus, the courage of Achilles and the speed of Mercury all combined.
In her transformed form she fights Supervillains, has awesome team-ups and saves the day. So read on for the new adventures of Shazam!
(A/N: let me know if this is the kind of thing you want to see more of. Please keep feedback constructive. Bye for now.)