(Marvel, DC, images, manhwas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
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Warning: This chapter will be VERY violent and will contain disturbing content that the reader may find disturbing. You have been HIGHLY advised.
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In the dark and eerie night, the sounds of desperation and fear echoed through the air. The relentless onslaught of fists, fueled by the intent to kill, painted a grim portrait of a man cornered with no escape. In the face of overwhelming odds, the human spirit can be driven to the brink of madness, as the suffocating pressure of relentless pursuit takes its toll.
In this harrowing moment, the hunted man found himself beset by an array of adversaries, each wielding superhuman powers fueled by the malevolent influence of darkness. The once rational mind was now clouded by the primal instincts of survival, leaving little room for critical thought or strategic planning. Every second was a frantic struggle to defend against the onslaught of six fearsome villains, leaving no time for contemplation.
In the midst of the chaotic fray, physical limitations became an afterthought, for the hunted man fought with a fervor fueled by instinct alone. In this life-or-death struggle, reasoning gave way to raw determination, and the man fought with every fiber of his being, using whatever means available to fend off his attackers.
Each strike, be it a kick, punch, slash, bite, scratch, electrification, burn, or stab, was a desperate bid for survival. Amidst the swirling darkness of the cemetery, he fought tooth and nail, driven by a fierce desire to live another day. The instinct for self-preservation propelled him forward, allowing him to deliver counterattacks and evade with a measure of primal prowess.
(Spider-Man) Thoughts "Why... Why is this happening to me? I'm being hunted down like some sort of animal. Why am I being treated like an animal? I'm just a man... like every single person around here, nothing more and nothing else. I suffer just like everyone else... so why? It's just a simple question really. All this pressure, all this stress, all this anger, the resentment, and enjoyment. Why is it that you darks do this? Because you're just evil for the sake of it? No... of course not, that would be such a plain reason. Because you were commanded to do so? That's a more possible reason... but... I just can't wrap my head... why do you smile as you attempt to cut me down? Am I just seen as a trophy for you all? A bounty to conquer for glory? It is awfully ironic I question your reasons to kill me as if I don't do it myself. The difference is, that you've shown me each and every time one appears there's a reason why you turned. Maybe your life was absolutely miserable which lead you to such darkness. Your family abused you and went insane. Society treated you as an outcast and you found it unfair and not worth it to live in a world full of such depravity. So many reasons lead me to believe for the "why" you chose this life... this life... of such sin... I... I don't even know what to think anymore. All this killing of your people has made me numb to it and each time I see a dark it just proves to me more that you all just do due to an obsession. Something that has drugged you that the influence of the darkness can give you...
and for you Kraven... The obsession that leads you into this path...
Was Spider-Man.
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Spider-Man Pov
A sense of numbness washed over me, the pain no longer registering as I moved with instinctive precision. Every fiber of my being focused on survival, evading and countering their relentless attacks. My stamina waned, and attempts to regain my breath were futile, thwarted by Sasha's unyielding sniper fire, keeping me firmly in their deadly grasp.
Kraven and his mutant son, monstrous in their forms, became the most formidable adversaries, their sheer power and ferocity forcing me to be ever vigilant. Chameleon's illusions sought to confuse, but my spider senses aided in seeing through his tricks, enabling me to navigate his deceptive ploys.
Ana and Aly proved to be ruthless foes, their relentless pursuit mirroring the primal instincts of savage beasts. The physical differences between Kraven and his mutant son were evident, but their coordinated attacks presented a formidable challenge.
Their collective strategy began to unveil itself, Sasha serving as their deadly sniper, while Kraven and the mutant played the role of tank and damage. Ana and Aly, the barriers, were adept at cornering me, leaving little room for escape.
Their Darkastine weapons instilled fear, making any intention of taking a hit a risky endeavor. My focus shifted towards understanding their rhythm, discerning their roles in the orchestrated assault. Swiftly, I adapted, learning to navigate their onslaught with calculated precision.
Vlad's attempt to catch me was thwarted, and I retaliated by stabbing his leg with my stinger. He howled in pain, seeking to retreat, but I held him firm. When Ana attacked from above, I used Vlad as a shield, forcing her to retreat from her assault. An upward venom blast sent her crashing to the ground, buying me a moment of respite.
Kraven lunged from the side, but I managed to throw him aside. Sasha and I engaged in a fierce ranged battle, both of us avoiding deadly shots with uncanny agility.
Chameleon's illusions intensified, but I anticipated his moves, evading a sneak attack on my lower back. The scene unfolded in a dangerous dance, as Alyosha rushed towards me with feral fury. Chameleon's illusions multiplied, adding to the confusion. I knew the need to neutralize him, for his tricks could turn the tide against me.
In a split-second decision, I leaped and twisted in mid-air, evading Alyosha's attack. Sensing two additional threats, I reacted swiftly, foiling Chameleon's attempt to stab me by redirecting the bullet towards his head, his illusions vanishing in an instant.
A moment of shock gripped the Kravinoff family as the illusionist fell, and the realization of his demise echoed through the air. My senses were heightened, and I braced myself, knowing that the fight was far from over.
(Dark Sasha) "NO! DIMITRI!"
(Dark Ana) "UNCLE!"
With utmost finesse, I touched down gracefully upon the floor, my gaze resting upon the lifeless form of Chameleon, his head gruesomely imploded from his body.
(Spider-Man) "You were a good villain for the OG Spider-Man, but in my opinion, you're just a D lister to me."
Beep
What was that?
Beep
Wait...
Beep
Godda-
The deafening blast reverberated through the air, propelling me with merciless force into the facade of a quaint restaurant. Shards of glass found their way into my flesh, inflicting a symphony of pain that stirred the very core of my being. Blood cascaded from my wounds, painting a macabre tableau around me.
The irony of it all weighed heavily on my mind: an incessant recurrence of explosive encounters destined to haunt my very soul. I couldn't help but contemplate the harrowing prospect of post-traumatic stress disorder, a specter that seemed all too real in the face of such unrelenting violence. A desperate yearning for respite consumed me; a mere month of reprieve would be a godsend.
Alas, my senses were in disarray, distorted by the dizzying aftermath of the blast. The world swirled around me in an unforgiving whirlpool of disorientation, and my keen Spider senses, usually a boon, now became an additional source of torment. Amidst this maelstrom, a bullet, lethal and purposeful, came hurtling towards my chest, yet through some elusive instinct, I evaded its deadly trajectory.
Summoning the last vestiges of my strength and clarity, I propelled myself with a resilient slingshot maneuver, using my trusty webs to navigate towards the refuge of the nearby cemetery. It was there that I alighted, confronting the stern countenances of the weary Kravenoff family, their collective ire directed squarely at me, with the exception of Kraven, who bore a more inscrutable expression.
(Dark Beast Kraven) "You are insanely durable Spider! You're unlike anything I've ever seen! HAHAHA!"
Uttering those words, my strength waned, and I found myself sinking to my knees, gasping for breath. The mutant adversary advanced relentlessly, a menacing figure hurtling directly towards me. Reacting instinctively, I swiftly projected a web towards a nearby tombstone, wrenching it from the earth and propelling it with forceful precision into Vlad's visage, momentarily diverting his menacing charge.
Seizing the fleeting opportunity, I deftly mounted the colossal creature, brandishing yet another tombstone as my improvised weapon. However, to my astonishment, the ferocious beast displayed an unexpected feat of strength, overpowering me and holding me firmly in place. Bewilderment washed over me as I grappled with the enigma of why this seemingly mindless creature would halt its own assault.
Kablam!
A bullet pierced my stomach.
HAAAAA!
FUCK!!
YOU'LL PAY! YOU WILL ALL FUCKING PAY FOR THAT!!!!
"Berserk Mode activated"
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No Pov
In the serene expanse of Hawaii, an earth-shattering roar erupted, its monstrous echoes seeming to span the very breadth of the island. The source of this primal cry was none other than Karito, known far and wide as the fabled Spider-Man. His once-gentle demeanor had been eclipsed, replaced by an all-consuming maelstrom of rage.
With unparalleled speed and agility, his eyes fixated on Sasha, who cowered in fear at the impending tempest. In an instant, he harnessed the power of lateral repulsion, propelling himself with astonishing force toward his target. In a masterful display of web-slinging prowess, he ensnared Sasha, the threads coiling around her like a silken shroud, and commenced a whirlwind dance of velocity. His centrifugal might repelled any onlookers who dared to approach, lest they be swept away by the unleashed fury.
Engulfed by unbridled wrath, he brought Sasha crashing down with such cataclysmic impact that the very ground beneath them seemed to shudder in submission, yielding to a crater of devastating proportions. The primal scream of anger tore through the air as he vented his pent-up frustration.
Yet, the spectacle had garnered the attention of Kraven, who had long admired the prowess of the enigmatic Spider. Alongside his two sons and daughter, Kraven launched a coordinated assault. However, the tables turned swiftly, for the Spider's savagery surpassed even that of the most ferocious beasts in the animal kingdom.
Alyosha's attempt to restrain the Spider ended gruesomely as he lost an ear to the vengeful creature's fangs, the agonizing cry of pain resounding across the battleground. Undeterred, Spider-Man deftly countered, propelling Alyosha back with a force that spoke of untamed brutality.
Next, Ana stepped forth, her intentions veiled in darkness. But her efforts proved futile, for the Spider's preternatural reflexes deftly avoided her lethal strike, and in response, he delivered a blow of such intensity to her jaw that her skull seemed to part ways with her mouth, leaving a grim void in its wake.
(Dark Ana) "GRAAA!!! HAAAAAAA!!!" Gargle noises
Amidst the fray, the once-regal figure of Spider-Man had transformed into an avatar of unbridled ferocity, driven by a darkened resolve that knew no bounds. The brutal confrontation unfolded with grim consequence, the combatants engaged in a relentless dance of pain and suffering.
Sasha, her visage contorted in agony, bore the brunt of the Spider's unyielding wrath. Her injured state left her tongue languishing, bereft of its natural support, while torrents of blood spilled forth, painting a haunting portrait of her torment. With an unforgiving kick, the Spider flung her away, yet her cries of suffering lingered unabated.
But the tide of the skirmish turned abruptly when Alyosha, wielding a deadly blade, lunged at the Spider, piercing his thigh with a swift and precise strike. Reacting with grim determination, the Spider seized Alyosha's hand, channeling Kaine's incendiary gift to immolate the offending limb, leaving the agonized assailant screaming in anguish.
In the midst of this visceral encounter, Vladimir, though barely standing, managed to execute a harrowing attack from behind, slashing the Spider with vicious intent. A swift retaliation ensued, as the Spider whirled around, impaling the monster's chest with a retaliatory stab.
Despite his frenzied state, the Spider's instincts remained keen. Employing the accelerated decoy skill, he artfully evaded a potentially lethal strike from the formidable Kraven. Driven by relentless determination, the Spider surged forward, intent on subduing Kraven in his unrestrained fury. However, fate would intervene, as Ana, with a calculated move, intercepted the assault, driving her daggers into the hero's chest.
The cacophony of screams and pain resounded, but amidst the tumult, the berserk hero was abruptly wrenched from his maddened trance. As the air escaped his lungs in gasps, the gravity of the situation dawned upon him. The once indomitable Spider was thrown to the ground, a pool of crimson forming around him.
Spider-Man Pov
(Spider-Man) "HAAAA! SOMEONE! ANYONE!"
This is too much, I can't do this anymore.
I... I'm gonna die, aren't I?
No! I CAN'T DIE!
My eyes beheld Kraven's calculated advance, a sinister rifle firmly grasped in his hand, its malevolent intent unmistakable. His countenance, a sinister tableau of malevolence, bore an unsettling smile, exuding an air of sadistic pleasure as he closed the distance between us with calculated composure.
(Kraven) "You are the most beautiful Spider I have ever seen! YOU'RE SO DIFFERENT! AN ANIMAL! YOUR NO MAN! AN ANIMAL! JUST LIKE THE REST THAT I'VE KILLED! WITH YOUR DEATH I WILL BECOME SUPERIOR! I WILL BE BETTER THAN YOU! STRONGER THAN YOU IN EVERY WAY! YOU BEAUTIFUL ANIMAL! HAHAHAHAHA!"
H-He's... insane... No... NO! NO!
He points his rifle at my head.
(Spider-Man) "I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! KILL YOU! KILL YOU! KI-
Bang!
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In the eerie confines of an abandoned cemetery, the relentless rain cascaded in torrents, creating an atmosphere of somber reflection. A family stood gathered, their figures obscured by the downpour, as they solemnly lowered a casket into the freshly dug grave. In the midst of this melancholic scene, Kraven's demeanor exuded a palpable sense of sorrow, as if the loss of something deeply cherished had taken its toll on his soul. His face bore the weight of grief, an indication that he had been irrevocably altered by the departure of a beloved presence.
Contrasting sharply with Kraven's poignant sorrow, the rest of his family exhibited an inexplicable loathing, an unfathomable disdain directed towards the casket that now found its eternal rest in the earth. Their emotions appeared fraught with resentment, to the extent that they even expressed their disgust with visceral gestures, spitting upon the coffin in an act of bitter defiance.
As the rain continued its relentless descent, the night's unfolding events seemed poised to shape the course of their lives forever. Kraven, compelled by a sense of duty and closure, commenced the process of refilling the void, shoveling earth into the grave with a forlorn determination. And yet, in a twist that belied the depths of his inner turmoil, the weight of sorrow abruptly gave way to a maniacal laughter, a manifestation of the tumultuous emotions that now gripped him. The family, witnessing this sudden shift, regarded him with a mixture of concern and bewilderment, silently acknowledging the profound impact of the night's events upon them all.
Completing the burial, the family slowly retreated from the site, their movements heavy with the burdens they bore. Kraven's laughter, both haunting and disconcerting, echoed in the melancholy night, lingering like a phantom specter, serving as a stark reminder that this night had left an indelible mark upon each member of the family, altering the trajectory of their lives in ways they could scarcely comprehend.
Spyder! Spyder! Burning bright in the forest of the night. What immortal eye or hand could frame thy fearful... Symmetry...
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Kraven Pov
Laughter erupted from the depths of my being, echoing through the darkened void, as I reveled in the triumph that now lay before me. The Spider, my greatest nemesis, now lay entombed, banished back to its own dimension, vanquished by my hand. The crimson hue of blood seemed to mirror the deep pleasure I derived from this moment, savoring the taste of victory, and relishing in the remembrance of our bitter struggles.
For so long, countless iterations of Spider-Men had emerged, seemingly indistinguishable from one another, bound by the same unwavering moral code. Yet, this particular Spider, infused with the symbiote's essence, stood apart, an extraordinary manifestation of power and savagery that constantly evolved and grew stronger. It captivated my attention, a sight to behold, and a worthy adversary that pushed my own limits to their edge.
Yet, despite my eventual triumph, I could not deny the allure of that primal power. It was an entity that could have toppled me in a one-on-one battle, an adversary capable of surpassing my own prowess. Such a realization left me with an insatiable craving: to become one with the Spider, to embrace its essence and wield its might, to prove my dominance over that formidable beast.
With unyielding determination, I embarked on a journey through the dark dimension, navigating through the disdainful glares of the symbiotes, unfazed by their hostility. My destination was Klyntar, the home of the symbiotes, where I sought an audience with their creator, Knull, the eldritch god of darkness.
As I entered Klyntar's domain, I encountered potential adversaries, yet I remained well-prepared, armed with anti-venom weaponry that lay nestled within my inventory. There was no room for hesitation; my objective was clear, and nothing would deter me from achieving it.
Eventually, I stood before the imposing presence of Knull, clad in his ebony armor, its crimson emblem bearing a striking resemblance to the symbols adorning the black suit Spider-Man and Venom. His ethereal visage, crowned with flowing white hair, held an aura of formidable menace. Yet, I met his gaze with unflinching determination, for I was resolute in my purpose.
My request for an audience with this dark deity was met, and as I stood before his throne room, I felt a surge of anticipation. Here, in the very heart of Klyntar, I would dare to venture where few had tread. My desire to embody the Spider, to become one with its essence, burned with a fervor that would not be quelled. I was prepared to embrace the darkness, to fuse my identity with that of my most formidable adversary. The journey ahead would be treacherous, fraught with challenges, but the path to ultimate power beckoned me forward, and I would not be swayed.
(Dark Knull) Wicked smile "Oh? Who do we have here? The killer of 999 Spider-Men? Wait, it's now 1,000 kills now. Congrats on your thousand kill, comrade."
(Dark Kraven) "I thank you for the gesture. I came to ask for a favor."
(Dark Knull) neck cracks "Hmmmm? A favor? Don't be so humble, it'll be a gift for your thousand kills. Take it as a celebratory gift."
(Dark Kraven) "If you insist. Then can I have a red symbiote?"
(Dark Knull) "Hmmm? And why would you want a symbiote?"
(Dark Kraven) "To prove myself better than the Spider-Man that I just killed, that beast gave me a lot of trouble to the point I had to call for my family for help. So as a solution I will become the Spider and be better than it in every way possible."
(Dark Knull) In his thoughts "PFFF HAHA! And I thought I was insane but this man takes insane and turns it into a stupid obsession? Well if he insists then he will get one, if bad things happen that's on him." Speaks "Alright, friend." Creates a red symbiote and throws it to Kraven making it latch itself into it and enter his body
(Dark Kraven) "Thank you. I shall continue with my duties." Walks away
(Dark Knull) Mumbles "This road your taking, Kraven. It will turn you more insane, more than you already are... and I can't wait to see it happen so I can laugh at your incompetence."
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A few minutes after traversing back into his side of the dark dimension
At long last, I returned to the familiarity of my home, a sense of triumph and purpose coursing through my veins after traversing time and space to access a particular comic, wherein the enigmatic reality of Dark Knull temporarily resided. The object of my relentless pursuit, now within my grasp, awaited me in the depths of my mansion's basement.
With resolve etched upon my features, I summoned the symbiote, the dark entity that held the key to my transformation. Its sentient tendrils enveloped my entire form, melding with my being in a mesmerizing dance of otherworldly power. As the symbiote embraced me, a metamorphosis unfolded, rendering my visage akin to that of Carnage, while imbuing me with heightened, animalistic traits.
While this quest for superiority consumed me, a profound realization settled within my soul—I must protect my family from the shadows that lurked on the path ahead. They need not be entangled in the complexities of my relentless ambition. This journey to transcendence was a path I vowed to tread alone, shielding them from the inevitable perils and tribulations that would accompany my ascent.
Yes, now I see in the eyes of the Spider. I wear the Spider's skin. I crawl... Yes... Now I am the Spider!
Venturing further into the depths of the basement, I find myself immersed in an area teeming with life. The air is rife with the cacophony of creatures, a diverse array of animals surrounding me, each carrying its own distinct presence. My gaze is drawn to a cage brimming with spiders, their tiny forms weaving intricate patterns in a desperate bid for freedom. As they skitter across the cage's confines, their relentless movements seem almost an attempt to intimidate, to assert their tenacity, but I remain resolute.
In this moment, an inexplicable connection arises within me. I see myself mirrored in those spiders, a living embodiment of their essence. They are not just creatures confined within the cage; they are the very spirit of resilience, of adaptability, of tenacity—the embodiment of the SPIDER. I, too, am the essence of this arachnid might, bearing its unique traits within myself.
"No"
I am still Kravinov, the man! NO! I am Kraven the Hunter! And My metamorphosis is not complete! I need to feed into the Spider's essence! I need to devour them!
My metamorphosis.
"Why?"
I need to merge with the Spider!
"Why am I doing this again?"
MORE! I NEED MORE OF THIS BLASPHEMOUS ESSENCE OF THE SPIDER!
"How did I even end up like this?"
With the horror and majesty at its core!
"Why am I doing this?!"
Don't question... Drink! Herbs, roots, and juices; poisons, fruits, and flowers. Let them pervade your mind... WIDEN IT! BREAK THE KRAVENNES! LET IN THE SPIDER!
(Dark Kraven) "NGHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!"
"WHY AM I DOING THIS?!?!?!"
Pain...
(Dark Kraven) Starts Convulsing on the floor "GGAHAAAA!!! GAHACK!!! NGHHHH!!!!"
For honor? (PAIN!) For Dignity? (PAIN!) For all your father bequeathed you?
"PAIN!"
That damn father of mine. A pompous fool! A Russian nobleman who was exiled and living in poverty in my past life's America; too attached to what was to ever see what is!
"PAIN! PAIN!"
NO! NO! Father... Father was good! He was the last remnant of a world of culture and decency! A WORLD THE SPIDER AND ITS ARMY OF MULTIVERSAL BEINGS CONSUMED!
(Dark Kraven) Starts throwing wild punches to the cage "YOU DID IT!"
RUSSIA WAS A MODEL FOR A NEW AND BETTER... A HOLY CIVILIZATION! AND YOU WITH YOUR GUARDIANS CRUSHED IT! JUST AS YOU CRUSHED MY FATHER! MT HEART! ALL OF YOUR COUNTERPARTS TAKE THE GUISE OF A TROTSKY... A LENIN... A HITLER... A RAEGAN... A GORBACHEV... FUCK DAMN IT! IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE!
You start crawling and this world ceases to have any meaning. You crawl and you take humankind with you!
(Dark Kraven) Millions of Spiders start forming around him "YOU!"
"I am..."
(Dark Kraven) Spiders start to morph into something monstrous "SPIDER!!! COME OUT!!!
"I am so afraid..."
(Dark Kraven) Millions of skittering and small spiders crawl on top of each other and form a huge Spider "NO! NO! NO!"
This is inhumane! I'm standing over a shadow that doesn't even exist! This is just an illusion made by my intoxicated mind!
(Dark Kraven) "GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY!"
I-I'm Kraven! (Kravinov) Th-There isn't anything that I don't fear! The Hunter! (Man)
There is no Spider! No supernatural creature that inhabits men's souls!
The only one that has hunted me is the Spider-Men! But... I have proved myself better than all of them but my latest one... After so many years of being better than the SPIDER! I was almost beaten... I had years of experience but yet I was almost beaten and humiliated again... like many years ago with my first spider.
"But..."
But now I have been able to beat him with backup... I need to prove myself! I CAN'T ACCEPT THIS VICTORY! IT WASN'T A FAIR FIGHT! THE SPIDER WAS STILL KEEPING UP EVEN WITH SIX MULTIVERSAL HUNTERS ON HIM! I need to be better! I want to magnify his defeat and prove that it was justifiable!
"But what..."
The only way I can prove myself better than him! Than Spider-Man! Is by taking his place! Then can my victory against him have a meaning!
"But what if..."
No, I insist on doing this. Creating this... this thing! This ungodly form of the Spider! The Spider I just faced cannot be a man after those feats. I refuse to believe that a man was besting me!
"But what if it's..."
COME ONE! STAND UP!!! FACE THE SPIDER, KRAVEN!
"But what if it's true?"
I̸ ̵a̴m̸ ̸K̵r̸a̶v̴e̸n̶!̷ ̷I̵ ̷a̴m̸ ̶t̶h̸e̴ ̷H̴u̸n̶t̴e̵r̸!̴ ̸
T̷̢̄h̷͍͐e̶̛̻r̶̯͌e̸͔̕'̶̰̓s̷̬̐ ̷̻̿n̴͎̚ò̸̗t̵͈́h̶̹͘ī̷̩n̶̨̏g̷͉͘ ̸̤̇t̴̩̍o̶͔͛ ̷̖̊f̶̣̾e̶̟͌ā̴͚r̵͖̀.̶̥̿
W̷͛͋͜ḧ̸̝̕e̶̳͐ñ̴͙ ̸̣̃͌m̷̜̣͊̎y̸͎͝ ̸̯̞́f̸͉̞̉͐a̵͚̚͘t̶̩͆̋h̴̝̻͆̚è̷̮̤̓r̷̝̆ ̷̬̽d̶̂͜i̸̳͇͂e̶̙͌͒d̴̘͛.̵̟̹̀͝.̵͓̃.̸̧̢̌͑ ̶͍̺̀̎w̴̼̦͠͝ḣ̴̫͓e̶̞̓n̷̉͜ ̵̛̥̕m̶̨̆̀ǫ̷̱̒t̵̲͆͋h̴̭͌e̷̅͑͜͜r̷͚͇͂͌.̷͍̚͘.̸̡̻͒.̶̡̪̀̉ ̸͉̽̿
O̷͖̫̤͘h̸̖͛̇,̷̥͚̎̿̉ ̵̱̪́m̴͖͐̕͝ò̶̩̣̐͘ţ̷̻̊̑̈́h̶̪͠ę̵̜͐͐͜r̴̨̖̠͑͊̊.̶̗̞͌̈́.̸͎̏̈̕.̶͉͚͂͜ ̶̢̥̟́͗̚
I turned my back from my corrupted world... This sewer of darkness that I now reside in... This omniverse of darkness that is the most repulsive thing I have ever adventured. Luckily I was able to preserve a spot from this revolting multiverse. This primal area into the unruliness of a jungle!
How mad! How paradoxical! Finding dignity and honor, sanctity and civilization, in that is what most men would call uncivilized!
But I am not "most men"! I can see with my eyes that can pierce time, shadows, and falsehoods! I AM KRAVEN AND I FEAR NOTHING!
"I'm so afraid..."
Ǧ̷̖̺ȅ̴̖͐t̵̳̰͋ ̷̢͛ạ̸̤͑w̷̡͛̏a̸̮͠y̵̪̹̎!̸̛̹̫́ ̷̧͝G̵̪̪̿e̶̗̿̚t̶͎͛ ̶̟̕͜a̴͖̘̓ẉ̷̫͆â̵̲͓y̵̡̔!̴͉̋ ̷̲̩͌G̸͎͋̋e̷͙̥͊t̵̜͛̓ ̵͉̿a̷̲̙̅̀w̶̦̋a̸͙̓͒y̵̨͛̂!̵̡͚̏͝ ̸̙̀͛G̸̲͍̍e̷͜͝t̷̛̫̰̿ ̵̗͎̿̈́á̵̟́ͅw̸͎͉̄a̷͇͉͑͐y̵̘͊!̸̜̽ ̶̛͕̻Ḡ̷̝̓e̶̯̅t̷̨͖͠ ̴̘̏͑ả̵̧w̵̰̣͌a̵̩͒͘y̶̩̍̽!̵̨̘͘ ̷̳̞̿G̴̻̈́ë̴͆͜t̸͖̖̅ ̶̞͝a̴̡̛̒w̶͇͌͘ă̸͔̈́ỷ̴͕̼̒!̸̠̌́ ̶̟̀̉G̷͚̀e̷̱̍͑t̸̡̖̎̈́ ̴̖͍̚å̴͚̹̎w̶͚̐á̸̼y̸̱̆͋!̷͊͜ ̷̣͒G̶̫͑̋e̸̳͈͆̈́ẗ̸̖̚ ̷̯̉̈́ä̷͔́͆w̴̳̤͆a̵̰̿͝y̶̱͛͆͜!̸̯̯́̚ ̷̦̅̕G̵͎̋e̷̻̙͌t̶̩̾ ̴̘̪̈́̓à̸̝w̶͙̜͐a̴̡͝ÿ̶͖́̆!̵̧͉̈́͝ ̴̡̯̋Ğ̶̺̱ê̸̜ţ̷̫́ ̷̩͗a̷̘̥̐w̷̺͂͠a̷̙͆y̶͍͌̄!̵̟̥̒͗ ̸̬̝̇͆G̸͉̭̿̚e̶̝̩͒t̴̲͈̀͌ ̸̜̏͗ȃ̷̗̟w̶̯̆a̴̘̜̿y̵͍̒!̶̭̄͌ ̵͕͓̅G̸̭̋̎e̷̝͉̽t̴̠͂̾ ̶͉̆̓ạ̴̑w̷͕̄̆a̸̗͒͝ỷ̷̪!̶̲̹̎ ̸̪͂̀G̶̡͔̾̐e̶͎̞͌̀t̷͚́̒ ̶̣̩͊̂â̴̤͜ẃ̷̯́a̶͔̓y̴̩͒͑!̷̮͂̎ ̸͉́͠G̷̦̚͝ė̸̱̜̑t̴̮͉̉̕ ̸̠̘̓ȧ̶̭̉ŵ̸̬ä̶̢̜́̂y̴͓̆̃!̵͖̉͝ ̵͈̜̎G̸̨̓e̶̥̒̑t̷̏ͅ ̴̬͘ǎ̷̡͔w̷̗͛̋ḁ̴̫̐͒ỷ̵̝̙̿!̷̱̿͒ ̸̖͓͝G̶̻̺͑e̶̺̳̾ẗ̴̝͝ ̴̮̝̀a̴̲̹̾̀ẁ̷̟̏a̴̡͍̿̈y̷̞̚!̶͉̣̃̇ ̸̥̯̈́G̸̹̀͝ͅe̷̬̣̍̃t̵͙̬̃̕ ̴̥͐̓ȧ̷̗͚w̵̬̑ạ̴̞̈́̑ý̵̡̃!̶̧̧̓̊ ̷̥͋G̷̬͍̒e̴̝̮͛t̴̻̳́ ̵̧͇̃a̶͙̋̆ẃ̸̫̐ã̴͜y̷̖̔̓!̷̨̱̈́̈́ ̴͖̇͘G̴̬͈͆̈́e̶͉̗̐͘t̴͈̦̐ ̸̡̈́a̷͉͝w̷̭̠͛a̸̡̠̓ÿ̸̤́!̸͎͘ ̶͓͎̎́G̷̞͓͒ę̸̠͋͒ț̸͚͋ ̸̛͕̹́a̸͕̣͗w̴̪̤͗͠â̶̦̫̒ÿ̸̮̲!̶̦̃͜ ̷͓̓̉G̴̡̳̋̓ë̷͓̲́ṫ̴̺̌ ̸͓̺́ā̶̧̑ͅw̵̖͐͛͜ạ̶͂̕ȳ̸͙!̶͔̟̈́ ̷̰̜̅͠G̵͇͂ê̵̤̍t̸͙͌͒ ̵͎̉a̷̭͊w̵͎̄à̵̢ͅy̸̗̩̍̄!̵͚͠ ̴̺̿̉Ǵ̵̡̖̾e̷͕͌t̸̫̖̾ ̶̡͑a̵͓̋w̷̞̎a̶͋͜y̵̼͋!̴̯͛̈́ ̵̺̈G̷̱͊ë̵̻ẗ̶͖͓ ̵̟̑a̵̭̓̌w̴̝̽̾ã̴̝͇y̷͉̭̎!̴̙͇̇ ̵̧̼͘G̴͎̀͊͜ě̵̢̇t̴̖͆ ̶͍̻̐̂ä̵͇́̐w̷̜̰̿ȃ̸͙ẙ̴̱̟!̵̫̖̾̊ ̵̪̞́G̴̙͐̔ė̵̪t̵̩͌͌͜ ̸͇̠̋a̸̹͐́w̴͕͆͜a̸̭̋͆y̴̤̿!̶̄͜
I was consumed by the millions of Spiders. I can feel their hairy legs crawling on my very being. They defile my very existence. There depriving me of my own self.
I... What... are... you... Spider?
Inside this dark void, I can feel liquid dropping all over me... from black it all turned red... and then I saw something that will haunt me for the rest of my life... something that I would rather die than see again...
I saw Spider-Man... I saw a monster...
I stand before the grotesque visage of Spider-Man, an abomination born from the unholy union of the undead and the arachnid. My eyes trace the nightmarish contours of his once-heroic form, now twisted beyond recognition. Decaying flesh clings to the skeletal remains of what was once a valiant defender, a mockery of his former self.
His skin, pallid and mottled, is a patchwork of rot and decay, marked by oozing sores that seep with putrid fluids. Maggots writhe and squirm within the recesses of exposed wounds, their wriggling presence eliciting a shudder of revulsion. Patches of necrotic tissue dangle from his emaciated limbs, held together by sinewy tendrils of torn flesh.
The remnants of his iconic crimson and black suit are now tattered remnants, stained with the grime of unending decay. The once-gleaming insignia of a spider on his chest is now obscured by the grimy residue of death. His empty eye sockets gape, devoid of life, the hollow void a chilling testament to the soulless existence that now animates him.
A foul stench permeates the air around him, a noxious cocktail of decay and decayed matter that overwhelms the senses. With each tortured step, his brittle bones audibly creak, a haunting melody of demise echoing in the air.
Long, jagged fangs protrude from the remnants of his shredded lips, the grotesque gnashing instruments of his insatiable hunger. Strings of sinew dangle from his mouth as he moves, remnants of the grisly feasts that have sustained his unholy existence.
(Undead Spider-Man) "I'M COMING FOR YOU!!!
(Dark Kraven) "HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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...
...
Karito Pov
It's warm...
Everything is white...
So quiet... so peaceful...
Wherever I am. I like it here... I wanna stay...
But why do I feel like I'm forgetting something? Forgetting someone? I feel a deep connection and longing for these people.
Why am I crying? I finally got peace and quiet just like I wanted. A break from everything, from everyone, from everything. I just want peace and quiet for once in my goddamn life.
All this pent-up stress from people expecting so much from me. The pressure on doing my best so I can have a better future. The struggle to keep up with the debts. The constant drama from family and friends.
Just... peace and quiet...
No...
(???) "Hey, kid."
Huh?
(Karito) "Uncle?"
(Uncle Tony) " Yep, Uncle T for you, Adriel." Chuckles
(Karito) "But... How? You... you died of a heart attack at the age of 40..."
That's impossible. Because if he's dead and I'm seeing him... does that mean that I'm also...?
No! I don't know you!
(Uncle Tony) "Dead?"
I don't know anyone named Adriel!
(Uncle Tony) "Oh god..."
I just wanna be left alone!
(Uncle Tony) The flesh from his skin melts like acid was thrown all over his body "He's right..."
In this white void...
Wait...
I remember...
NO! UNCLE!
PLEASE, COME BACK!
NO! NO! NO! NO! PLEASE COME BACK!
IT'S NOT FAIR! FUCK! IT'S NOT FAIR YOU LEFT THIS WORLD SO EARLY!
PLEASE! I WANT TO TALK ABOUT KARATE WITH YOU!
PLEASE! I WANT TO TELL YOU HOW I DID IN HIGH SCHOOL!
PLEASE! I WANT TO KNOW WHAT GIFTS YOU WANTED TO GIVE ME!
PLEASE! COME TO MY BIRTHDAY!
PLEASE! HUG ME!
PLEASE... I...
I miss you...
So... So much...
Sniff... Please...
I hate when I lose a family member that I deeply cared about. Especially when it was far from their time to go. I remember when it happened I was in high school just having a normal and happy day. All the teachers were just giving classes and doing what teachers do. In the afternoon Mom had picked me up and would converse happily about our day. Reaching home I went straight to my PlayStation and play with my online friends and chill for the rest of the afternoon.
Around 5 PM is where it happened. I was getting ready to eat dinner when my mother would come toward me with watery eyes and a sad expression. I got worried and asked what was wrong. She would mention my uncle and I would ask what happened. I wasn't expecting anything major but I couldn't be more wrong about it.
When she told me he died, I just froze. I didn't even register what she said and told her to say it again. She went more in-depth about it and said that he died of a heart attack, and passed away at the age of 40. It just didn't fit me that my uncle who is a baseball coach and someone who takes care of himself well would just die of a heart attack of all things. I just panicked and started to think that she was just joking but... she then started to cry in front of me.
And a piece of my heart just broke. My stomach would turn as I could feel my heart sink completely and sharp gasps enter and exit me. I couldn't believe it nor want it to. The uncle from my father's side, who continue to contact us even after everything that happened between my mother and father even after their divorce... still contacted us like we were still family... the only man who contacted us besides my aunt after the hurricane Maria that devasted my home, my island.
I cried... I cried so much that I felt empty inside. I cried too much that my body felt heavy and I fell to the floor. I cried so much that my sister had to help me. I cried so much that I couldn't sleep alone. I cried until my eyes got dry... I cried until I lost all feeling.
I love my family very much and I would always feel devastated by the loss of one. I hate funerals because they make me feel completely empty inside. I hate to see their dead bodies as I know that'll be the last time I'll see them... I hate it... when I have to say goodbye to them forever.
I always like to think that they are watching over me besides God just so I can keep an optimistic outlook on things but sometimes I just can't help but miss them. Ask why... Why were some of my loved ones taken away from such a young age... they still had so much time ahead of them...
I miss them...
Wait... them?
"Come out!"
Who's there? What is there?!
Mom? Who? No, that's not right...
Father? Huh?
Sis? Wait... NO!
SOMETHINGS THERE! ALWAYS THERE!
"WHAT ARE YOU?!?!"
...
...
...
I... I am... the Spider...
Spider the I am...
"I'M DEAD!"
My uncle is dead...
My friend is dead...
My past girlfriend is dead...
"NO! I AM THE SPIDER: IMMORTAL IMPERISHABLE!"
Mom?
How long have been... this... this Spider? This power? This monster? This crawling all-consuming thing?
How long have I been seeing through the Spider's eyes? Doing the Spider's bidding? Waving its webs? For how long?
I am the Spider?
Was this really who I was? This insect crawling in the holes of the earth devouring everything it came into contact with?
Yeah... I am... Spiders are strong... fearless. The Spider can win against these dark shadows of hell who continue to spawn in the endless darkness...
Unlike that COWARD...
But I...
"THAT WEAKLING!"
am that coward...
The one who can die...
My current name is Karito Josue... But my real name is Adriel... I...
"THE SPIDER IS DYING!!! The Spider never LIVED! The Spider is a trap! A lie!"
A coffin...
I need to get out... This hairy six-legged Spider... I NEED TO BE FREE OF IT!
I.
FREE.
I'M KARITO JOSUE!
THAT'S ALL I WAS AND WILL EVER BE!
I'm getting out of here and there won't be a damn thing you can do about it. You can't stop me! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME IN THIS FAKE HEAVEN THAT DISGUISES ITSELF AS A PARADISE WHEN IT'S JUST A MENTAL TORTURE!
You just killed a mask, but you failed to murder the man that resides inside the mask.
C̵̡̠̭̮̼̃̽̓͜o̶̬͎͆͋͐͋͜m̸͖͈͕̗̭̰̉͐e̴̞͂ ̵̟̻̗̓̽ó̵̮̺̮̍́̔̚ų̴̹̮̙̆̒̀̓̒̎t̵͇̅̏̔̓̐̑!̷̻̱͈̲̱́ ̵̧͚̙̙̥̈́̂͋̓̏C̸͈̗͖͋̆͂͜o̵̢̦͖͑́̓̽m̵̜̝͖̀̾ȩ̴̗̝̤̗̃̀̉̄͜͠ ̴͎̋̃̈́͒̅̈́o̵̜̔̅ứ̸̩̺̱̏͘͝ͅţ̶̖̪͉̃!̵͓͍̥̲̳̋ ̷̗̀C̴͉͖̮̀o̷͎̜̪̔̆̃̌̕m̴̺̟̹͛ë̶̳̇͂ ̴̣͌̀̃̍͊o̴̠͈̓̈̒͋u̵͕̻̝̗̇̀t̵̢̗̯̼͔̥̄͒̑!̴̼̩̺̖́ ̴̫͉͖͖̞̤͑͆̚C̷̨̪̫̙̎o̴̭̹̼̭̓͆̾̈̎̆m̵̩̥͛̉̓̇̇̔ȇ̶̲͚̖̿̎͝ ̷̨̹̙̤͆̓o̵͍͂́͑̆͒u̵̳̔̽̕t̷̫̝͙̙̊͋!̶̼̞͚̚ ̷̭̹͙̠̐C̵͉̪̾o̵̹͖͎͐̒̃̉̾̓ḿ̷̼͗̚e̴̺͕̘̭̪̓͂͂͒͑ ̷̺̲̳̄̊̒̽́͝ò̷̜̰̈́̈́̿̚ͅu̸͖͔̥̠̯̯̔t̶͔̤͚̰̺̿!̸̧͖̫̲͌͝ ̷͕͓͎͖͉̪͝Ç̶̛̩̻͓̜͌̾̓̅o̵̠̥̒̆͐́m̶̨͖͙̺̈́͐͛̉͜ę̸̘͎̮̾͜ ̸̫̦̄o̵̢͚̔̏̇͛͝ù̶̧͔ẗ̶̨̳͔̤́̀̇!̵̡̯̺͎̫̓͑͆ ̵̬͚̭̯̫͒C̵̺̻̯͈̜̰̈́̄̒͋͠ơ̴͖̖̼͒͑m̵͕̹̗̿ḙ̵̥͎̗̲̌ͅ ̸͚̘̋̓̉͝o̸̢̜̥͗u̷̞̍̄͆̿t̴̘̓̋͜ͅ!̶̠͉̱̱͆̑̍̕ ̶̢̛̯̱̗̳̩͘C̷̡̆͂ớ̴̼̱̮̍̿̚m̴͉͈̐̌͂̊͆̚ĕ̸̮̜͙̘̀͂̐͝ ̸̰̳̟͙̪̿̈́͊̅̚ͅo̴̲̲̳͌͠ͅu̶̺̯͌̋t̴̛̼̀̀̓͠!̵͈̈ ̶̟̍̉̐̂̃̚C̸̳̲͐̆̀̑ǫ̵̛̞̝̝̖̇̐̎̿̓m̵͚̌́͠e̸͖̓̎̌̿ ̷̘͚̀͊̀̂͠ö̸̹̤̈͝ų̶͚̺͗͝t̷̢̺͇͇̊̑̉̃!̷̛̥̹̳̌̾̃̄ ̷͉̱̗̥͌̚C̶̹͈̔̂͗̀o̵̙͖͎͉̎̓̓̋m̷͖͕͕͗ȩ̸̡͓̫̰̞͂̎̿̀͝ ̶̟́o̵͍̿͗͐͘u̸͎̻̖͂̈t̵̨͎̤̩̦̱́̽̔̽͋!̷̼͗͝ ̶̪͎̱̜̒̓̅̀͜C̷̺͛̃ö̵̼̟́̍m̸̯̭͒̏͘è̵͍̉̿̒̐̿ ̵͓̀͊͝ò̶̱͒͝ú̶͚̝͙͍́̂t̷̡̂͜͜͝!̴̢̟͛ ̴̛͔̪͉̓͒͝C̸͈̘̹̒̍̽̅ơ̴̺̈́̔m̷̙̼̼̓̀̈́̈́͝ͅe̶͈͚̼͑ ̶̡̖̫̟̅̊̂̚̕͝o̵̗͗̿̈́́͝ṵ̴͚̿̚͝ț̴̲̳̭̰̽͛̎̿͆͝!̸̢͓̱͉̊̓̓̏̋ ̷̢̖̗̗̀̐͝C̴͚̫̙̓̈́̐͆̚ò̴̙̱͓̩̍̀m̷͈̱͍͐́̈́ē̶̪͉̤̝͑̾̅ ̶̖͙̎o̷̤̳̝͑̅ư̸̍̎̽͊̎ͅt̸̡̲̯̂͑!̸̳͎͈͓̺͍͊̔̂̇̿
All these years... after all those Spider-Men you've killed your brain couldn't understand us. You misunderstood us.
You thought we were something beyond comprehension, larger than life.
You thought WE were magic.
You thought I was madness incarnate.
You thought we were just craters that crawled in the void of darkness. That mocked and tormented and reveled in the darkness.
IDIOT!
THERE IS NO SPIDER!
(Mom?)
There's just me!
(Dad?)
I used to be a normal guy who just happened to be tapped on the shoulder by fate itself.
(Sister?)
Just Karito Josue: My weakness?
THAT'S MY STRENGTH!
(Dark Kraven) "Come out!"
(Karito) "That's..."
(Dark Kraven) "Come out!"
OH GOD, PLEASE! DON'T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN! MOM HELP ME! DAD SAVE ME! SISTER EMBRACE ME!
(Dark Kraven) "So I can kill you..."
MOM HELP ME! IT HURTS! IT FUCKING HURTS! DAD DON'T LEAVE! PLEASE IT HURTS! SISTER! OH GOD, HELP ME!!!!
(Dark Kraven) "Again... SPIDER!"
"I..."
FUCK YOU! THERE'S NO SPIDER!
"Miss..."
(Dark Kraven) "I KILLED YOU, SPIDER!"
"My..."
I SAID THERE IS NO SPIDER YOU FUCKER!
"Fam..."
(Dark Kraven) "And I'm going to keep killing you... over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over until you can't handle it anymore."
"mily..."
I miss my family...
Crack...
To Be Continued...