The power of the Celestials hummed in the air, a cosmic rhythm Apocalypse could feel coursing through his veins. The Life and Death Seeds—artifacts of unimaginable power granted to him by Eson the Searcher—rested in his hands, their energies radiating in soft pulses. He stood alone in the heart of his throne room, contemplating the steps he would take next. Though his empire had flourished, his children had grown, and his rule over Egypt had solidified, he sought something more. He knew that with the power of the Life and Death Seeds, he could ascend to new heights, far beyond any mortal or mutant.
But Apocalypse, ever cautious and strategic, was aware of the dangers. The seeds offered immense power, but they were also imbued with the Celestials' will—an alien force that could potentially alter the very core of his being. It was why he had chosen to fuse with Steven Haking's mind in the first place. His newfound mental immunity, born from that fusion, would be his safeguard against the seeds' influence.
He had to take the Life Seed first, for he feared that its potent, life-giving energies might wipe out the effects of the Death Seed if done in reverse. A small, calculated risk, but one Apocalypse was willing to take.
Holding the Life Seed aloft, he felt its energy pulse stronger in his grip. It glowed with an ethereal yellow light, representing the very essence of creation and rebirth. Without hesitation, Apocalypse brought the seed to his chest and plunged it deep into his body. The energy was immediate, a torrent of raw, cosmic life force flooding his system. His already formidable powers exploded into new heights as every cell in his body was imbued with the gift of life. His senses sharpened, his vision expanded, and his physical form began to grow stronger, more perfect.
For a moment, he felt the Life Seed taking hold, seeking to embed itself in his soul. And with that, came a consciousness, a nascent personality—one born from the very essence of the seed. This new presence tried to assert itself, tried to replace him with something new, something more aligned with the Celestials' vision of life. It sought to erase him, to become the dominant mind in this body.
But Apocalypse's mind was ironclad, fortified by the fusion with Haking's intellect and his own unyielding will. The new personality screamed as it clashed against the mental barriers Apocalypse had erected. Its attempt to dominate him was futile, and soon, it dissipated into nothingness, leaving only the power of the Life Seed in its wake.
Apocalypse breathed deeply, feeling the changes rippling through him. His powers had evolved. He could now manipulate the forces of life itself—granting resurrection, creating verdant landscapes from barren wastelands, and conjuring energy blasts of unparalleled might. His body, once the epitome of strength and endurance, had now become virtually immortal. And he had gained the ability to create energy constructs, including blades of light that could slice through any material. He had transcended.
But he wasn't finished. The Death Seed still awaited him.
With the Life Seed fully integrated, Apocalypse retrieved the Death Seed, its dark energy pulsating with a malevolent, yet alluring, force. It was said to corrupt its user, twisting their mind to focus solely on the cold logic of evolutionary culling. The Death Seed would warp the user into a caretaker of destruction, one who would care nothing for the lives lost in the name of evolution. Apocalypse, however, was confident. He had survived the Life Seed's mental onslaught; he would do the same with the Death Seed.
He brought the Death Seed to his chest and plunged it into himself.
The effect was instantaneous. Unlike the life-affirming surge of the Life Seed, the Death Seed's energy was cold, calculated, and merciless. His mind swam with new powers—his telekinesis amplified to planetary levels, his psionic abilities swelling to the point where he could rival even a host of the Phoenix Force. He could feel the power coursing through his veins, the ability to cull the weak, to bring about the destruction necessary for evolution.
The Death Seed's power was intoxicating, and with it came a voice. Dark, malevolent, and persuasive, it whispered to him, urging him to let go of any humanity, to become a being solely devoted to the Celestials' will. It tried to twist his mind, to warp him into the perfect evolutionary caretaker—ruthless, cold, and detached.
But once again, Apocalypse's will proved stronger. His mind, fortified by Haking's intellect and the power of the Ka Stone, stood firm. The seed's influence crashed against him like a storm, but he remained unmoved. The voice of the Death Seed, like that of the Life Seed, dissipated, vanquished by his indomitable will.
He stood tall, his body now thrumming with the combined power of the Life and Death Seeds. Apocalypse had ascended beyond anything he had ever imagined. His strength was now on par with the greatest beings of the universe. While not quite at the level of Skyfathers like Odin, Zeus, or Yu Huang, his power was now so vast that he had become a planetary-level threat, capable of reshaping worlds, eradicating entire species, and cultivating new forms of life. The seeds had granted him the abilities of a god, but his mind—his will—remained Apocalypse's alone.
The throne room, quiet and still, seemed to bow under the weight of his newfound power. Apocalypse clenched his fists, feeling the raw energy coursing through him. The Celestial armor he had been given now glowed faintly, resonating with the cosmic forces within him. He was no longer just the ruler of Egypt, or even the god-king of mutants. He was now something far greater, a being poised to ascend to the very heavens.
The Celestials had chosen him to be their evolutionary caretaker, and though they had tried to shape him into their perfect tool, he had emerged victorious, his own will intact. Apocalypse smiled coldly, gazing out at his empire, knowing that nothing—neither gods, nor Celestials, nor men—could stop him now.
The future was his to command.v