Darkest vanished from the DC Universe, slipping through the cracks of reality with a portion of the Darkest Knight's power. A direct confrontation with Wonder Woman and the fallen Batman would have been unwise. He needed time—to grow, to adapt, to become something far beyond what they could comprehend.
And now… he was here.
A new world.
"Where am I now?"
As his icy red eyes snapped open, he found himself engulfed by a landscape that pulsed and breathed like a living thing. The walls of the cavern weren't mere rock; they were flesh, veined with glowing blue energy, throbbing in synchrony with an unseen will.
The air was thick—not just with heat, but with presence.
Then, he saw them.
They crawled, skittered, and slithered in endless waves—chitinous horrors with razor-sharp limbs, serpentine creatures with glowing maws, and towering behemoths whose exoskeletons shimmered with an unnatural, bio-metallic sheen.
Darkest should have felt fear.
Instead, he smiled.
"My luck is amazing. First, I stumble into the Dark Multiverse… and now, I find this?"
The creatures sensed him now. Thousands of alien eyes turned toward him. Mandibles chittered, claws scraped, tails coiled in preparation.
A lesser being would have recoiled.
Darkest stepped forward.
The Hive Mind loomed above, its unseen will thrumming in the air like a silent symphony of command. He could feel it—not just controlling these creatures, but connecting them.
This wasn't just a swarm. It was a single, unified will.
And that was the first thing he would destroy.
Darkest raised a hand.
Power surged.
Dark tendrils of energy lashed out, piercing into the minds of the creatures.
They convulsed, shrieking—but not in pain. In recognition.
Their will… was bending.
Darkest's smirk widened.
"Interesting."
Darkest stood amidst the bio-organic ruins of the hive, his dark aura pulsing with unrestrained power. His transformation had begun—his form twisting into something greater, something beyond the limits of mere mortals.
Dark Ultra Legend Form.
His body radiated an eerie, malevolent glow. Ominous, black lightning crackled along his fists, charged with the raw energy of dying stars. The Hive Mind loomed above, its presence pressing against his consciousness—watching, testing, fearing.
Darkest smirked.
They had reason to fear.
"Dark Star Destroyer!"
Dark Ultraman Legend thrust his fists forward, tearing through reality itself. The energy he unleashed wasn't merely destructive—it was a collision of galaxies, a cataclysm of dying stars and black holes collapsing in on themselves.
A single punch shattered the beasts and it's giants warships in his path.
The ground beneath him ruptured as an unstoppable wave of cosmic force tore through the hive, vaporizing entire hordes of creatures and ripping apart their massive bioships as if they were mere paper. The void trembled, space itself warping under the sheer magnitude of his attack.
Yet…
They still came.
Even after witnessing apocalypse made manifest, the creatures pressed forward, mindless and unshaken.
Darkest tilted his head.
Even after witnessing apocalypse made manifest, the creatures pressed forward, mindless and unshaken.
Darkest tilted his head.
"Even after I've obliterated countless numbers of you… no fear? No hesitation? Unbelievable."
Their unrelenting advance annoyed him. He was done playing.
His crimson eyes glowed brighter. He raised his hands, conjuring a sphere of darkness so dense it devoured the very light around it.
"Dark Spark Legend."
The obsidian sphere swirled, its edges distorting space like a miniature singularity. Unlike the original Spark Legend, which shone with divine radiance, Darkest's creation was a void—an abyss that consumed everything in its path.
With a mere thought, he unleashed it.
The sphere surged forward like a black sun collapsing upon itself, cutting through the unseen tethers of the Hive Mind. It was like severing the threads of a vast spider's web—shredding the very essence of the Hive's collective consciousness.
Then—chaos.
The once-unified swarm collapsed into madness. Tyranids screeched, turning on each other in confusion, their minds suddenly severed from the guiding will that had once given them purpose. Some writhed in agony, their minds unable to comprehend existence without control. Others simply fell still, lost.
Darkest stepped forward, his gaze burning with dominance.
He reached out—not just physically, but mentally, spiritually. His voice, laced with absolute authority, echoed through the severed minds.
"You will serve me now. Serve the Golden Emperor."
The remaining Tyranids knelt.
Not in worship. Not in reverence.
But in obedience.
Darkest exhaled slowly, watching his new legion submit to his will. He had ripped them free from their old master and reshaped them into something greater. Mindless. Obedient. His.
This… was power.
This… was dominion.
And this was only the beginning.
•
The Tyranid hive pulsed with grotesque alien machinery, a nightmarish fusion of flesh and weaponry. The walls throbbed, veins of bioluminescent ichor snaking through the organic structures like a beating heart. A living, breathing fortress.
Darkest strode through the bio-caverns, his new Tyranid thralls marching in perfect unison beside him. Their monstrous forms, once mindless instruments of destruction, now moved with purpose—his purpose.
He had encountering alien forces before, but this… this was different.
As he ventured deeper, something stirred at the edge of his consciousness. Not just the Hive Mind's remnants, but other presences—scattered across the void beyond this world. A vast, chaotic realm lay outside, brimming with untapped power.
He could feel it.
The faint whispers of entities unknown, the pull of new conquests waiting to be claimed.
But first, he needed an army. A true army.
Darkest came to a halt before one of his largest thralls—a towering Tyranid behemoth, its carapace rippling with pulsing veins of bioluminescent fluid.
It loomed over him, its multi-eyed gaze empty, waiting. Unthinking.
Perfect.
Darkest raised a hand, his palm crackling with dark energy. Power surged forth, twisting into unseen threads that wove into the creature's being, binding it to his will.
"You will be the leader of this legion," he declared. His voice was not a command, but an absolute decree.
The beast trembled. Not in fear. Not in resistance.
But in transformation.
Its body shifted, adapting—evolving. Its exoskeleton darkened, its mind flooded with newfound intelligence, reshaped by the power of its master.
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"You are no longer a mere beast," Darkest continued. "You are Nyrex."
A name etched in domination. A symbol of her will.
Nyrex lowered its massive head, acknowledging its new identity.
Darkest stood atop a grotesque rise of pulsing Tyranid bio-structures, his glowing, icy-red eyes piercing the shadowed landscape before him. The world was his now—if not in name, then soon in power.
Behind him, the newly appointed leader of the Nyx Legion approached.
Nyrex was no longer just another Tyranid Warrior. Under Darkest's influence, the creature had evolved. Its once-mindless hunger had been tempered, its exoskeleton hardened, its claws elongated into lethal scythes. But most importantly, its mind had begun to awaken.
Not truly sentient. Not yet.
But it was learning. It was obeying.
Nyrex knelt, its monstrous frame casting a shadow over the twisted battlefield.
"My lord," it rasped, its mandibles clicking as it struggled with the unfamiliar shape of words. "How... may I... serve?"
Darkest smirked. Progress.
The effort was crude, but it was working.
A flicker of amusement crossed his expression—Nyrex reminded him of Anub'arak, a relentless force from World of Warcraft. But unlike that mere undead, Nyrex was adaptable. Moldable.
"Nyrex," Darkest began, his voice cutting through the thick, humid air like a blade. "Tell me what you remember of the Hive Mind."
The Tyranid's many eyes twitched, a strange shudder passing through its body. A flicker of something akin to fear.
"The Hive..." Nyrex hesitated, its voice a deep, guttural rasp. "Always watching... always commanding."
Darkest's gaze narrowed.
"And now?"
Nyrex's mandibles twitched, its many eyes shifting in a moment of uncertainty.
"...Silence."
It exhaled, the sound more of an unnatural chitter than breath.
"All I hear... is you."
Darkest's smirk widened. Perfect.
He stepped closer, placing a gauntleted hand on Nyrex's armored shoulder. A creeping frost spread where his fingers touched. A reminder of his power.
"Good," Darkest murmured, his voice both commanding and sinister.
"I severed you from that weak, mindless grasp. You serve a higher purpose now. No longer are you a mere pawn, bound to the Hive's endless hunger."
His fingers tightened, claws scraping against carapace.
"You are my blade. My will made flesh."
Nyrex absorbed his words, the weight of them pressing into its newly forming mind.
And then, slowly, it stood taller.
Something primal burned in its alien gaze—not just obedience, but the faintest ember of understanding.
A slow, measured nod.
"Your blade... I am."
Darkest watched with satisfaction.
Loyalty. True loyalty.
Not the blind hunger of the Hive.
Something far more dangerous.
Darkest stood on the edge of the twisted bio-throne, his gaze fixed upon the endless void of space. The stars shimmered in the distance—countless worlds, countless fools who still clung to the fragile illusion of order.
How foolish.
How fragile.
He exhaled slowly, his voice a low whisper, laced with venom.
"There are those who would resist us—fools who believe in broken order, in crumbling empires that still think they own these stars."
He lifted a gauntleted hand, fingers curling as if grasping an unseen throat.
"They are blind to true power... but we will show them."
Behind him, Nyrex stirred.
The massive Tyranid warrior flexed its blade-like claws, its alien muscles tensing with raw anticipation. The hunger to conquer, to destroy, pulsed through it.
"I... fight." Nyrex growled, its guttural voice more assured now. "Kill those... who oppose."
Darkest smiled—cold, predatory.
"Yes. But it is not enough, Nyrex."
He turned, stepping closer to the towering beast, his presence an overwhelming weight of authority.
"We will consume. We will bend. These lunatics and their armies will fall before us, and their very souls will fuel our strength. They will learn what it means to stand against the Golden Emperor."
The title hung in the air, an undeniable decree.
Nyrex's mandibles clacked as it nodded, the last vestiges of its former self dissolving beneath its master's will.
"And if Hive... returns?"
At this, Darkest's expression darkened, his crimson eyes flashing like embers in the abyss.
"Then it will find nothing but ashes and ruin."
He turned back toward the stars, his grip tightening on the edge of his throne.
"Let it try. Let it come crawling back to reclaim what was once its own." His voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "And when it does, it will understand...there is only one ruler here."
He spread his arms, the shadows swirling around him, his power casting a dreadful aura that resonated through the ship.
"And that ruler... is I."
Nyrex lowered itself, pressing one massive claw to the ground in silent obedience.
The first of many.
To be continued...