The room is vast, with dark, ominous architecture that seems to absorb light rather than reflect it. The walls are adorned with twisted, grotesque statues, and the air is thick with an oppressive energy. At the far end of the room, Azathoth sits on his throne, a massive structure of blackened metal and bone, radiating a terrifying power. His eyes, pools of endless void, survey the scene before him.
Azathoth sits with a calm, almost indifferent expression. His presence alone is enough to make even the strongest of beings tremble in fear. At the base of the throne, kneeling in reverence, is the foot soldier—the telekinetic mutant who single-handedly decimated General Rowan's army.
The Foot Soldier with his Head bowed, speaking in a voice filled with awe and submission "My Lord Azathoth, the enemy was vanquished as you commanded. Their forces crumbled before me, unable to withstand your will made manifest through my power."
His voice is deep, resonant, and laced with an otherworldly authority, each word echoing throughout the chamber, Finally Azathoth spoke "You have done well, my loyal servant. But the task is not yet complete."
Azathoth slowly rises from his throne, his movements deliberate and purposeful. The air around him shimmers with raw cosmic energy as he descends the steps, his gaze fixed on the foot soldier.
Azathoth, while Leaning slightly forward, his tone turns icy, dripping with mockery]* "The humans... they dare to flee? They think they can escape my wrath? A futile attempt. They must learn, as all will, that resistance is meaningless."
The foot soldier remains on his knees, but there is a flicker of anticipation in his eyes, a hunger for the next command.
Azathoth Straightening, his voice becoming a cold decree "Hunt them down. Each and every one of them. Bring me their heads as a testament to their defiance. Take only one wyvern. Let it be known to these pitiful empires that I need not an army to crush their hopes... only a single servant from my legion."
The unknown Foot Soldier With a twisted smile, finally raising his head to meet Azathoth's gaze "As you command, my Lord. They will not escape their fate."
Azathoth Turning back to his throne, dismissively "Go. Remind them of their insignificance. Let their final moments be filled with the despair of knowing they are nothing before my power."
The foot soldier stands, his expression one of determined loyalty, and bows deeply before turning to leave. He strides with purpose out of the throne room, the doors closing behind him with a thunderous echo. The chamber returns to its eerie silence, save for the faint crackle of dark energy that surrounds Azathoth's throne.
Azathoth sits back on his throne, a satisfied smile playing at the edges of his lips. He knows that soon, the entire world will learn to fear the name Azathoth. And they will understand the true meaning of despair.
Azathoth spoke To himself, quietly, but with a tone of cruel amusement "Let them run... let them hide. It will make their inevitable demise all the sweeter."
The scene fades out, leaving the image of Azathoth's throne room, a place where darkness reigns supreme and mercy is but a forgotten concept.
Five hours had passed since the dark meeting with his telekinetic foot soldier, and now Azathoth sat alone in his grand chamber, deep in thought. The room was vast, adorned with arcane symbols and artifacts of unimaginable power. The walls seemed to pulse with a life of their own, resonating with the energy of countless dimensions. He had always known that his strength was unparalleled, but now, with his recent conquests and the devastation he had wrought, he sought to increase his power further.
Azathoth raised his hand, and the Infinity Gauntlet—gleaming with the embedded Infinity Stones—materialized on his arm. The stones hummed with raw, limitless energy, their colors casting an otherworldly glow in the dark chamber. With a focused thought, he channeled the power of the stones, summoning the mightiest beings from different realities to serve him.
The air in the chamber crackled with energy as the space before him distorted, twisting into a swirling vortex. From within the vortex, two figures emerged, their forms coalescing from the formless chaos. First came a man with spiky black hair, dressed in orange and blue attire, his muscular form exuding an aura of immense power. His eyes, full of determination, locked onto Azathoth, understanding the gravity of his summoning. This was Goku, a warrior of unmatched skill and strength, hailing from a universe where battles determined the fate of entire worlds.
Following him, another figure stepped through the portal—a being draped in the iconic red and blue of Krypton. The symbol of the House of El was emblazoned on his chest, and his piercing blue eyes surveyed the chamber with the calm assurance of someone who had faced gods and monsters alike. This was a Kryptonian, one of the last of his kind, whose power rivaled the very sun itself.
Both warriors knelt before Azathoth, recognizing his supreme authority in this new reality. Azathoth's gaze fell upon them, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Welcome," he said, his voice carrying an almost regal weight. "You have been brought here for a purpose, to serve a power greater than any you have ever known."
Goku, ever eager to test his strength, looked up, his expression one of curiosity mixed with resolve. "I've faced many powerful beings, but never one who could summon me like this. Who are you, and what do you want from us?"
Azathoth leaned back in his throne, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. "I am Azathoth, the Supreme Being of this dimension, the one who transcends all. You, Goku, will serve as one of my generals. Your strength will be a beacon of fear to those who dare stand against me."
Goku nodded, his Saiyan blood stirred by the prospect of new challenges. "I don't know what kind of enemies you have, but I'm ready to fight. Just point me in the right direction."
Azathoth's gaze then shifted to the Kryptonian, whose calm demeanor masked the raw power he possessed. "And you," Azathoth continued, "will serve as my personal guard. Your might is legendary, but here, you will find challenges beyond anything your world could offer."
The Kryptonian nodded solemnly. "I will do what is necessary to protect this realm. You have my allegiance."
Satisfied with their responses, Azathoth rose from his throne, towering over the two powerful beings. "Very well. Your first task is simple—accompany me as I survey my newly built palace and army. The empires of this world will learn that even their greatest champions are nothing compared to what I command."
With a wave of his hand, the chamber doors opened, revealing a corridor that led to the heart of the newly-renovated temple, now a colossal palace that dwarfed anything built in this world. The walls were adorned with dark, intricate designs that shifted and moved as if alive, and the ceiling was high, arched, with stained glass windows that depicted scenes of cosmic destruction and rebirth.
As Azathoth strode down the corridor, Goku and the Kryptonian followed closely behind, their footsteps echoing off the polished floors. The palace was a monument to his power, filled with legions of soldiers, each one trained and enhanced to serve him without question.
When they reached the vast training grounds, Azathoth paused, surveying his army. Thousands of soldiers drilled with precision, their movements synchronized to perfection. But these were not ordinary soldiers—each was a superhuman, enhanced beyond the capabilities of mere mortals, their powers honed for a single purpose: to enforce Azathoth's will across all realities.
Azathoth raised his hand, and the soldiers immediately halted their training, turning to face him in perfect unison. He nodded, satisfied with their discipline and strength. "This is just a fraction of my power," he said, addressing Goku and the Kryptonian. "And with you both at my side, there is nothing in this world or any other that can challenge me."
Goku grinned, his excitement barely contained. "This is gonna be fun."
The Kryptonian remained silent, his expression one of quiet determination.
Azathoth then focused his attention on the Infinity Gauntlet once more, and with a thought, opened a portal to a distant human city near the docks. The portal shimmered, revealing the bustling life of the city, its people unaware of the doom that was about to descend upon them.
Disguising himself as a simple merchant, Azathoth stepped through the portal, leaving Goku and the Kryptonian to continue their tasks. The city would be the first to feel his power, a warning to all who thought they could resist the might of Azathoth. And as he walked among the unsuspecting humans, he knew that soon, the world would tremble at his name.