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"Me?... Is that who you're calling evil? Me? Huh? ME?!" Superman snapped, fists clenched, eyes burning red, the marble floor underneath him cracking. He took a step forward, voice trembling with rage.
"I protected everyone. I gave them chances. I forgave. I believed in humanity. And what did it give me? My home destroyed. My people dead. My wife… my unborn child… gone!"
The ground shattered as he launched forward at full speed—but the wind condensed around Jason, slowing Superman's charge. Lightning speared down from both flanks. He kept pushing through it—until flames erupted.
A wave of divine hellfire engulfed him.
"Fuga: Divine Flames."
Superman was thrown back, cape burned off, suit scorched, smoke rising from his skin.
Jason walked forward, expression cold.
"Oh, boo-hoo. 'My wife, my people, my unborn child.' Sure, cry about Joker. Fine. But then you killed teenagers for disagreeing with you. You burned the eyes out of a ten-year-old boy who called you his hero. You crossed the line long ago."
Jason was already in front of him—hand on Superman's face—Cleave slicing across his skin. Even Kryptonian flesh bled under cursed energy, red lines in the shape of X's tearing across his face.
Superman roared and punched Jason in the gut, sending him flying through the upper walls of the Hall of Justice. Stone shattered.
Jason didn't care. He stood up on the debris.
"You're a worthless hero. Compared to the Superman of my world? You're pathetic. A fake who lost hope. You let yourself get manipulated. You teamed up with Yellow Lanterns. You took in Black Adam and called it order. You're not a king. You're just a tyrant throwing a tantrum when people stop kneeling."
"YOU BASTARD!" Superman snapped.
His heat vision swept through the Hall of Justice like a sun-sized blade, vaporizing pillars, statues, half the building—gone.
But Jason was behind him.
The punch cracked Superman's cheekbone.
"The real Superman would've had me on the ground already," Jason said. "But you? One insult and you're throwing a fit like some toddler who found daddy's gun."
Superman stopped, breathing heavily. His eyes were dead calm now.
"You die now."
Before Jason could react, Superman's hand wrapped around his throat. He blasted forward, dragging Jason across the concrete ground, carving a trench more than 5 kilometers long. Buildings shattered in their wake.
Superman lifted the bloodied, torn Jason and pummeled him. Again, and again, bones cracking, skin peeling away. Then—
Laser. Full power. Point-blank.
Jason's face vaporized.
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"DIE!"
Superman dropped the limp, burned corpse. Panting. Laughing weakly.
"Ha… ha… ha…"
"Wow, you really did a number on him."
Superman turned—Jason stood behind him, fully healed, looking down at his own corpse dissolving into shadows.
The body on the ground melted away, revealing glowing owl-like eyes in the dark.
"That's Nue. Only people who can sense cursed energy can tell the difference. Guess you're not one of them."
"You damned trickster—you and your magic," Superman snarled and swung.
But he stopped.
Because standing in front of him now was something else.
A towering, monstrous humanoid—muscled, twisted—four giant wings jutting from its eye sockets, a long tail-like appendage trailing from its skull. And above its head—
A massive, rotating eight-handled wheel.
Jason smirked.
"Clark… meet the Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General—Mahoraga.
"He loves arrogant, self-proclaimed gods like you."
Superman snarled. "Ugh… another trick? Fine — I'll kill him too."
He dove at Mahoraga and slammed a fist into the creature's face. The two locked in a brutal punch-out; Superman clearly held the upper hand. Every blow from Clark staggered Mahoraga, forcing the giant down again and again.
Jason watched, unimpressed. "Mhmm… guess one isn't enough for a big man like you, eh? No matter… here's another."
From behind Jason, a new shape unfolded a towering shikigami: feathered mane, a Nue-like mask, clawed feather-arms, black antlers, a striped feminine torso, tiger feet and a snake-headed tail. Jason slapped its shoulder.
"With Agito here," Jason said, "it now seems fair. Three vs one. Kinda feels nostalgic."
They attacked as a single storm — Mahoraga charging, Agito striking like a wild blade, Jason using reach and technique. Superman answered with blinding speed: lasers, crushing punches, breath that froze Agito's legs solid. Agito shattered the ice and slammed a punch into Superman, but Clark grabbed his arm, ripped it free, and hurled it like a club into Mahoraga.
Jason dove from behind and put his palm to Superman's back — a Cleave scoring across the Man of Steel's spine. Clark spun and threw a fist; the Trishula's wind field took the impact and kept the blow from reaching Jason. Jason slammed his Vajra into Clark's chest; lightning lanced through, carrying the force back into Mahoraga, who locked his arms around Superman's torso to hold him tight while Agito rained blows with his remaining hand.
"AGHHHHHH!" Superman screamed, and wrenched himself free, slamming Agito with raw force. Jason moved in to help — but Superman lasered him in the chest, blasting him through the air. Clark then dove on Agito from behind, grabbed the shikigami by the throat and with brutal efficiency snapped it's neck clean off, tearing it away.
"One down," Superman said coldly.
Jason dropped back beside Mahoraga, clapping once. "Impressive. Really. Even with all three of us. Wow. Shocked. Bravo."
Superman advanced, eyes like furnaces. "All the quips won't save you. I'll rip your head off like I did this thing."
Jason shrugged. "Well? Did you finally adapt?"
Mahoraga didn't answer — it changed. A sickly green aura crawled over its flesh. Superman's face went from rage to a flash of recognition and alarm.
Jason's voice was flat, clinical. "See, Supes… Mahoraga isn't just for normal combat. He adapts. With the data I fed him about you, he learned to imitate Kryptonite's energy. Not just mimic — channel it."
Jason pressed a hand to Mahoraga's shoulder. The same green energy flowed from the shikigami into Jason, coating him in the same sick glow.
"And," Jason added, watching Clark, "I can use it too."
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