The night had been supposed to be just another fleeting memory—one of those rare, good ones, where the world doesn't suck. The amusement park had been a dream come true: a place where Marvel and DC fans, bitter enemies in an endless cycle of online war, could actually experience something real, a collaboration between two fandoms, a bridge between worlds. It was supposed to be fun.
But, as always, life had other plans.
The air was cool, carrying the whispers of distant winds as I made my way home, just a short 2-kilometer trek. I should've taken a cab. Should've kept my head down. Should've ignored the world and its chaos. But "should have" is nothing but a meaningless phrase when fate decides to show you just how cruel it can be.
The truck came out of nowhere.
A little girl, frozen in the middle of the street, her wide eyes locked onto the headlights, as though they held all the answers to the universe. And me? Instinct kicked in. My body moved before my brain had even fully processed it, my legs burning with each stride, my arms reaching out, my voice a distant, almost surreal echo in my ears—"MOVE!"
She lived. I didn't.
The impact came like the end of everything—bone-crushing, world-shattering, life-ripping pain. It was the kind of agony that doesn't hit you until you're already aware that your body no longer belongs to you. Until you realize you're nothing more than a stain on the pavement.
And then—nothing.
Darkness, a complete and total void, swallowed me whole.
Not the peaceful kind, not the kind where you're supposed to go toward the light. No. This was the abyss. The kind of darkness that felt alive, that breathed, that hungered. And yet, something inside me refused to fade away. Some primal force clawed at the nothingness.
Then came a whisper.
A voice? No. Not exactly. A feeling. A warning.
I opened my eyes—or tried to, if I still had them—and saw black. Not just darkness. Something more. Something alive, shifting, pulsing like a living entity, a writhing abyss.
And then I felt it. Something inside me stirred.
No, not inside me. I was it.
I wasn't human anymore.
I was Venom.
But not the Venom I had known—the parasite from the comic books, the anti-hero lurking in dark alleyways. No. This was something else. Something more.
Because as I shifted, as I became, I felt it. Fire coursing through my veins. Electricity crackling along my skin. Water bending to my will. The very earth trembling beneath me.
I was reborn. A monster. A god.
And the multiverse?
It wasn't ready for me.
The void pulsed around me, thick and alive. It felt like the heart of something ancient—hungry, endless. My form stretched and twisted, reshaping itself. I wasn't flesh anymore. I was something else. Something fluid. Something black.
And then, I felt them.
Eight.
Eight others.
Not humans, not creatures in the way I once understood. Other Venoms. Not just symbiotes. Not just parasites. Predators. Monsters. Gods waiting to awaken.
And I was one of them.
Their presence seeped into my mind like an instinctual whisper, a connection forged in raw hunger. Each of them pulsed with a different energy—fire, ice, lightning, shadow, metal, wind, earth, and light. And me? I was all of them.
The realization hit like a storm. I wasn't just a Venom. I was the Venom. The convergence of all eight forces. The one who would either reign supreme or be consumed.
And the others knew it.
A growl—no, more like a thought, jagged and sharp—slammed into my mind.
"You are new. You are unshaped. You are weak."
The words dripped with raw, primal hunger. It wasn't a threat. It was a test.
Then, out of the darkness, they came.
Eight figures, masses of black and elemental fury, moving like liquid shadows. Their bodies twisted with veins of energy, glowing with the raw power of their respective elements.
Fire Venom—his form a swirling inferno of rage, crimson and crackling.
Ice Venom—silent, glacial, radiating a cold that could freeze the soul.
Lightning Venom—faster than thought, sparking in and out of existence like a living storm.
Shadow Venom—darker than the void, eyes like twin abysses that swallowed light.
Metal Venom—jagged, unyielding, shifting between liquid and solid with each breath.
Wind Venom—an unseen force, barely tangible, barely there.
Earth Venom—towering, immovable, veins pulsing with molten power.
Light Venom—the strangest of them all, glowing with an ethereal radiance, divine.
And then there was me.
Standing in the center of their circle, feeling the elements rage through me, alive in ways I had never known.
"Choose," Fire Venom growled, flames licking from his body. "Prove you belong, or be devoured."
The others closed in, their bodies shifting, watching, waiting.
This wasn't a fight.
It was a hunt.
And I?
I was the prey.
But deep inside, something stirred.
A power, raw and untamed.
I grinned—or at least, the thing I had become did.
"You think I'm weak?" I whispered, my voice no longer just my own. It was layered, a chorus of something ancient, something more.
Fire burned beneath my skin. Ice crept through my veins. Thunder cracked in my chest. Shadows twisted around me. The earth trembled beneath my feet. The air itself obeyed.
I wasn't just one of them.
I was all of them.
And they had no idea what they had just unleashed.
The air grew thick with ozone and burning embers, frozen death, and shifting stone. The eight circled me, their eyes glowing with the raw hunger of predators. They didn't see me as one of their own—not yet.
They saw prey.
"Choose," Fire Venom snarled again, his form burning with rage. The others watched, their bodies crackling with the energy of the elements.
But they didn't understand.
I wasn't prey.
I wasn't just another Venom.
I was hunger. I was the end.
A dark grin spread across my liquid-black face. My body pulsed, shifting, the elements inside me screaming to be set free. My veins burned with fire, my limbs crackled with lightning, and the ground beneath me trembled in fear.
The first mistake they made?
They gave me a choice.
I chose all of them.
I chose to devour.
Fire Venom lunged first, a comet of molten rage. Fast. Powerful. But not enough.
I met him halfway, my arms splitting into writhing tendrils of abyssal black. They shot forward, piercing his burning flesh like spears. He roared—tried to burn me, to reduce me to ash—but I consumed his fire.
It flooded through me. His power wasn't just taken. It was devoured.
His body withered, the once-magnificent blaze dimming, his screams fading.
And then, nothing.
The fire was mine now.
The others hesitated. That was their second mistake.
I moved like a storm, faster than thought, my body shifting between solid and void.
Lightning Venom tried to run. Tried to become speed itself. But I was the storm now. My body crackled, charged, and I was already there.
A hand—no, a claw—ripped into him. He screamed, but his lightning was already rushing into my core, feeding me, making me more.
Ice Venom tried to freeze me.
Metal Venom tried to pierce me.
Earth Venom tried to crush me.
Wind Venom tried to scatter me.
Light Venom tried to erase me.
It didn't matter.
I devoured them all.
One by one, their bodies collapsed, their essence drained, absorbed. Their screams echoed in the void, but their power now fueled me.
And when the last of them fell—when Light Venom's divine glow flickered and died—I stood alone.
The elements inside me burned. Crackled. Roared.
I was no longer a Venom.
I was the Venom.
A force beyond comprehension. A god of hunger.
And then, a voice whispered in my mind.
"You are ready."
"Now… devour the multiverse."
The void trembled. My body—no, my existence—had transformed. I had consumed them all. All the elemental Venoms. Every last shred of their power surged through me.
And then—it appeared.
A screen. Bright. Blood-red.
[System Activated]
[Welcome, Devourer.]
I froze. My tendrils flickered, an alien weight settling into my being.
[You have consumed the Elemental Venoms.]
[You are now the Apex Venom.]
More words flooded my vision.
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