{A/n: no bonus chapter for some time, I also don't have an update schedule going forward. I will update when I can.
Also, this chapter mainly goes into how Alex's powers are different from the original. The main reason Alex's power is weaker is for the simple reason that Alex has 4 seals instead of 3. This was something I wanted to build up towards slowly. But seeing how many couldn't wait, and how slow it was for me to update chapters, I decided to just throw everything out in this chapter... well, at least some of it.
Also, towards the end, you might see some troubles on my end in getting to the point of something. I'm half asleep right now. I've had sleep troubles for the past week. I'm sleepy, but I can't sleep, which is annoying.}
"Your human blood is dying. It's being overwhelmed by your divine blood," Batman said flatly, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him.
He didn't look at Diana—didn't need to. She lay on the medical bed, wires and monitors attached to her body, tracking every heartbeat, every shift in her vitals.
"N-No… if that's true… then…" Diana's voice wavered, her face paling as the weight of it hit her. If her human blood weakened too much, it would only be a matter of time before Hera discovered the truth—that she wasn't made from clay.
That had always been a lie. A story crafted to protect her. The truth? She was the daughter of Zeus, a secret kept hidden for her own safety. Because Hera didn't take kindly to Zeus's wandering affections… and when she found out, Diana knew Hera wrath would fall upon her.
"How is this happening?" Wonder Woman asked, panic creeping into her voice. She wanted to stop it—needed to stop it. She couldn't let herself become another victim of Hera's wrath. She didn't want to fall, to be cursed, to become something twisted by divine jealousy.
"I believe it's most likely Alex," Batman said calmly, still watching the screen. "Being around him seems to dissolve your limitations. It would explain what happened with David, Sarah, and Luke. Your potential isn't ordinary. And Alex… he doesn't appear to be doing this intentionally."
He paused, then added, "It may simply be a side effect—his way of viewing you as a friend. Of wishing good for you."
The words settled heavily in the air. Wonder Woman was left speechless, her thoughts spiraling.
"Alex has been around plenty of people, yet only you four seem to have benefited this way," Batman said, his voice calm but thoughtful. "I'll run tests on Raven later to see if she, too, has experienced any changes."
He paused, then continued. "This also raises another question… Were Sarah, David, and Luke driven to madness because of Alex's powers? Was a human ever meant to have their limits erased? Or… did everything go wrong only after they betrayed him?"
His words lingered in the air, too heavy for an immediate answer. Wonder Woman said nothing. Because she had no answer.
Elsewhere.
"Lord Darkseid, I bring to you news of the killer of Trigon." On Apokolips, beneath the choking skies of fire and stone, a humanoid alien approached the throne with slow, reverent steps. Darkseid sat in silence, looming like a shadow carved from stone.
At those words, his red eyes narrowed. He said nothing yet, waiting for the messenger to continue.
When Trigon had suddenly died, Darkseid had, of course, taken notice. He was many things, but indifferent to the death of a god was not one of them. Whoever could kill someone as mighty as Trigon… warranted attention.
Even he, Darkseid, would never take Trigon lightly. They were both gods of evil, yes—but of different natures. Darkseid was lawful evil, obsessed with order, dominion, and crushing all free will under his own. Trigon, on the other hand, was chaos incarnate—destruction, corruption, and domination through madness. Where Darkseid sought control, Trigon sought annihilation.
"This name is Alex," the messenger said, lowering his head. "The humans gave us the information in exchange for a portion of our technology. According to the data, Alex possesses a power capable of killing anyone with a single thought… as demonstrated with Trigon."
As the final word left his mouth, silence fell across the throne room. Darkseid's eyes narrowed, glowing brighter. And in that stillness, killing intent began to radiate from him.
Such power couldn't be allowed. The ability to kill someone as powerful as Trigon with a mere thought? It was unacceptable. Unnatural. What if that power were ever turned against him?
But before Darkseid could fully form a plan, he froze. His glowing eyes widened in sudden horror.
From the shadows around his throne, countless eyeballs began to emerge—silent, and endless. They appeared from the cracks in the walls, the corners of the ceiling, the very air itself—pressing in, all of them locking onto him.
Darkseid didn't even have time to speak. The next instant, his body went rigid—frozen mid-thought—before it collapsed limply onto the throne… Lifeless.
In the Sphere of the Gods—a plane of existence beyond even the fourth dimension, beyond the reach of the Speed Force—Apokolips existed in its truest form. It was not the world seen by mortals, but something far grander, far more terrible. And seated within its heart was the true Darkseid.
The one who had died moments ago was merely an avatar, a projection of his will into the lower multiverse. It was powerful, yes, but only a shadow of what he truly was. If his real form were ever destroyed, the consequences would be catastrophic—the multiverse itself would unravel.
"…" Darkseid's head slowly lowered, his burning gaze turning toward the layers of reality beneath him. A deep, unsettling frown tugged at his features.
Something was wrong. The avatar hadn't simply died. That alone wouldn't have warranted his attention. No… this one hadn't returned to him. No memory, no fragment of thought. It had been erased, removed from existence as if it had never been. And that… that should not have been possible.
He quickly turned his focus to the right hand of his fallen avatar, tracing back through the d memories that still of that servant. In moments, he found the name—Alex.
Darkseid's eyes narrowed. Just as he began crafting plans to enslave the boy, to bend his will and power to his own, something shifted. From the shadows around him, countless eyes opened—silent and unblinking, all locking onto him.
Darkseid froze. Without hesitation, he channeled the full force of his true form, unleashing power that could shatter entire dimensions. He clashed against the force that sought to erase him, locking wills in a silent war of existence. Had this been one of his avatars in the lower multiverse, he would have already perished—without resistance, without warning.
But this was different. The power that struck at him… it was raw. Immense. Yet undeveloped. It had the shape of something terrifying, but it wasn't fully formed—it was newborn. Suppressed.
That gave him a chance. Still, it wasn't easy. The force clawed at his being, unrelenting. For even Darkseid—god, tyrant, destroyer—could be killed. And so long as he was killable in any sense of the word, this power could touch him. It was only a matter of time.
"This is the first time my power was resisted," Alex said with a quiet breath, his voice calm, but tinged with surprise.
He exhaled slowly, then closed his eyes, retreating inward. He reached for the seals he had long ago locked onto himself—layers of limitation buried so deep they were nearly forgotten. It had been years since he'd last considered removing them. So long, in fact, that it took a moment for him to even locate them within the vast landscape of his mind.
But once he found them, his focus sharpened. With a thought, he reached to unbind them. And then—something slammed them shut. Not gently. Not subtly. But with force.
A presence, foreign and firm, overpowered his will and sealed the power tight, cutting off the release before it could even begin.
"Sorry, but I can't let you do this." Alex's eyes snapped open, his body instinctively recoiling. He hadn't sensed anyone approaching. Not a flicker of movement. Not a whisper of intent. And now—suddenly—someone was standing beside him.
"Y-You're Death?" Alex asked, eyes wide in disbelief as he stared at the figure before him—the embodiment of death itself, standing calmly at his side.
"At your pleasure," she replied with a light smile, her tone gentle, almost too caring. "You have quite the unique power there."
"But you do know," she continued, tilting her head slightly, "if Darkseid dies… the multiverse would follow."
That made him freeze. He had been seconds away, moments from pulling the final thread. One thought, and it all would've unraveled. Not just Darkseid. Everything. He hadn't just come close to killing a god… he had nearly ended everything.
"You stopped my powers? I thought you were like the guide to the afterlife or something. I didn't know you were strong," Alex said lightly, still trying to make sense of what just happened.
He recalled watching that one show, The Sandman. Sure, the guy was supposed to be powerful, but he came off looking pretty weak. If everyone in that group was around the same level… then how were they messing with his powers?
"When the first living thing existed, I was there, waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished," she said calmly. "I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights, and lock the universe behind me when I leave."
As she finished, she reached out to rub Alex's head. But he stepped back, avoiding her touch, eyes narrowing slightly.
"You're beautiful and all, but don't think that gives you the right to go ahead and try and seduce me. I'm a loyal man," Alex said seriously, his tone firm and unwavering.
Death of the Endless stared at him, speechless. She had only reached out to touch him to touch her son, nothing more. And somehow, it had been twisted into this? A seduction?
"It's because I'm with the supernatural, right?" she asked with mild curiosity, eyes studying him.
Alex said nothing. He didn't need to. That was the reason. No matter how attractive she was, it didn't matter. The moment someone had ties to the supernatural, he lost all interest.
"Well, enjoy the simple life of being a mortal to the best of your capability. It was nice meeting you," she said with a soft smile.
It wasn't just any smile. It was the kind of smile Alex had never seen before—gentle, warm, strangely comforting. It warmed something in his chest.
But then his instincts kicked in. His bias toward anything supernatural flared, and just like that, he realized she was trying to seduce him again. Eyes narrowing, he took a step back, guarded and alert.
She let out a light laugh at his reaction—and then vanished without a trace. Alex exhaled in relief and dropped to his knees, sweat dripping down his face. His breathing was heavy. That… might've been the hardest battle of his life.
'I'm into emo girls…' Alex was forced to accept that uncomfortable truth.
If he weren't already dating Rachel, there was a real chance he might've given the supernatural world a pass, just this once. But he had a strong will. He stayed true to his goals, grounded in his beliefs, and refused to let temptation or circumstance shift the path he had chosen.
"Die," Alex muttered while getting to his feet, brushing himself off without looking back. Then, without another thought, he went on with his day.
In the Sphere of the Gods, Darkseid's body lay lifeless, completely still. And yet, the multiverse remained intact. The sight left Death of the Endless speechless.
"…So, he has all of my powers?" she said softly, eyes still fixed on Darkseid's unmoving form. She had seen it—what Alex had done.
It looked like his powers were sealed, divided into 4 separate locks. But for a brief, fleeting moment, Alex had removed 3 out of the 4 of them. And in that moment, he had accessed a terrifying ability—the power to kill the associations between two things.
In simple terms, this phase allowed him to eliminate the consequences. To kill not just a being, but the repercussions of that being's death. That was why the multiverse hadn't collapsed.
She could, of course, do something like this. After all, out of all the Endless, she was the most capable.
Her brother Destiny was the reason everything existed. If Destiny were a book, then she was the reason that book had a beginning and an end. She was there when that book first came into being, and she would be the one to close it when the final word was written.
In other words, everything in creation—ranging from the grandest concepts to the smallest ideas—only ended because she existed.
Without Death of the Endless, nothing would ever change. Change required an ending. For something new to be born, something old had to fade. And she was the one who allowed that to happen, because she was the reaper for all things.
"To think he's still just a baby," she said with a light smile. As she had expected, Alex wasn't like her. He was something far more.
She was Death—governing over both life and death.. But what if she gave birth to a being that focused purely on death? Death in it's purest sense, the end point of all things?
That was what her baby boy was—the end itself. A being who, simply put, caused all things to cease. It sounded overpowered, and in many ways, it was. But even Alex had limits.
Beings without a beginning or end lay outside his domain. That meant entities like Lucifer—those who predated Creation, who existed before beginnings—should, in theory, be immune to his powers. After all, how could there be an end to something that was never truly defined by time?
But then again… Alex was still growing. And one day, he would surpass even her.
Still, Alex was just a baby. The fact that he stayed away from his powers—kept them sealed—meant his growth was slow. Because of that, she didn't need to intervene in Darkseid's death. He would come back on his own, eventually.
There was no permanent damage this time, for Alex was suppressed power wasn't capable of keeping Darkseid down for good.
"I wonder what that last seal was… why was he so scared to keep them open?" she said softly, her eyes drifting with thought.
It wasn't just restraint. It was fear. Alex seemed genuinely afraid of his true potential. And she could understand why.
In that brief instant when the third seal had been lifted, she had sensed it—what Alex was capable of.
The first seal—and also Alex's basic state—was the form he remained in at all times. It was his weakened state. And yet, even in this form, he could kill just about anything—living or not.
Alex decided what death meant. And as his mother, Death of the Endless would, of course, spoil her baby boy. If Alex decided that killing a door meant the door would lose its ability to allow people to enter or leave a room… then she would make it so.
If he declared that death meant life instead, that too would become reality. Alex could define what death was, and she would shape herself to fulfill that definition. His will dictated the terms, and she followed effortlessly, willingly.
Of course, that didn't mean Alex was stronger than her. It wasn't about power. It was that Alex was favored, favored by the very idea of death itself.
{A/N: No matter what MC does, his and Death's nature ensures that Death OF the Endless would always favor him. Even if MC wants to torture her, or something like that, Death Fo the Endless would spoil MC. It's the bond they share, the end, and death,}
The second seal allowed Alex to kill energy, sound, and other intangible forces. In truth, Alex's basic state—the form under the first seal—was already enough to kill Darkseid. The only reason it hadn't worked was simple: Alex had weakened himself far too much.
He had buried his strength under layer after layer of restraint. In fact, Alex only needed three seals. The fourth wasn't part of his structure—it had become his greatest limiter, the one that kept him grounded.
To put it plainly, the first seal gave Alex the power to bring about the end of everything—living or not, weak or powerful. And without the fourth seal holding him back, even as a baby, he could have killed Darkseid without the slightest resistance.
Of course… the cost would've been high. Without the 3rd seal, creation itself might have fallen apart.
The second seal added control. With it, Alex could target abstract layers of reality—things like gravity, momentum, sound, or energy. Forces that couldn't normally be touched, let alone killed, became vulnerable under his will.
But the 3rd phase… that was something else entirely. The 3rd Phase granted him complete control over conceptual erasure and the very mechanisms of existence itself. It allowed him to kill without consequence—no fallout, no chain reactions, no lingering echoes.
It erased not just the target, but the ripples left behind. That's why Darkseid's death hadn't triggered the collapse of the multiverse. Because in that brief moment, Alex had accessed his 3rd phase—and removed not just Darkseid, but the cosmic consequences of removing him.
And yet, Darkseid was coming back to life. Why? It all traced back to the 4th seal.
She hadn't noticed it with Trigon or even Klarion. They were far too weak, insignificant in the grand structure of creation. But Darkseid was different. His role in the cosmic order made him anything but weak. His death at Alex's hands hadn't been absolute—because Alex, in truth, couldn't hold him.
Not completely. And the reason why… was that 4th seal.
Her curiosity piqued, she decided to travel backward through time—all the way to Alex's original universe. There, she finally began to understand. To see why Alex feared his own powers.
Without the 4th seal, Alex didn't just kill. He absorbed. Every time he used his powers, he gained the memory, experience, emotions, and even the essence of those he erased. He was like a black hole—sucking in everything and converting it his. And in doing so, he lost a little more of himself.