Dormammu's body once had a humanoid shape, but when he gained complete supremacy over the Dark Dimension, he returned to his true form, wreathed in flames. He gazed at the tiny human, yet he felt threatened.
Splash!
Of course, Marshall lost. If the battle had taken place outside the Dark Dimension, he'd have won. But inside the Dark Dimension, Dormammu was supreme. With dark, flaming spikes, Marshall's body was pierced.
Pop!
But then he returned, and those black spikes no longer affected him. He was able to control them even as they were made of Energy. Marshall also started to absorb it, something that didn't go unnoticed by Dormammu.
Snap!
Of course, Dormammu could warp reality. Marshall got erased from existence. But then he appeared.
"How?" Dormammu's confused, nightmarish voice rang.
Marshall just smirked and continued to absorb the energy, turning it into a battle of who could hold more energy. Dormammu used many other types of attacks, but none of them killed Marshall.
"What are you?"
Marshall didn't answer; he didn't care. His sole focus was on feeding on energy so he could be at his full power.
"Leave this realm!"
Marshall could hear the fear. He felt psychic attacks coming from the dark creature, but they couldn't penetrate his mind. And after one point, Marshall simply started to absorb Dormammu. Galactus was a universal force of nature, balance, and destruction. Dormammu was just a powerful sorcerer king.
Since Dormammu couldn't kill him, and he couldn't kill Dormammu using physical, energy, or mystical attacks, he decided to just consume it all. And the more energy Marshall absorbed, the stronger he became; that was just Galactus' body.
"Seize this! What do you want?"
Marshall didn't do that. He absorbed, faster each moment, and eventually, he stripped Dormammu bare. Any other being, even Galactus himself, wouldn't have been able to do this in the Dark Dimension because Dormammu would have stopped him.
But Marshall was endless. He couldn't be killed, even though it may seem he was killed. Killing him literally made him stronger; killing him was counterintuitive for his enemies. If his strange ability even made the Celestial Destructor careful, what was Dormammu?
Yet there was more.
Marshall could feel how different he was now. Ideas came to him with ease, and he knew Dormammu could easily escape. So, he ejected much of the energy he had control over and started to imprison the dark creature, shrouding the scope of what he was absorbing with what he already controlled, creating a sort of cocoon.
And slowly, he shrank that prison down.
Dormammu became a violent mess at that point, using everything he knew to attack Marshall. But against the body of a Cosmic Constant, the sorcerer couldn't do much. Not after having killed him once before.
"This is not the end!"
"It is," Marshall muttered. "After this, I'll hunt your twin sister. She'll suffer the same fate. I will find the rest soon. Eternity, Infinity, whatever it takes to bring Marty back."
"To resurrect? I can resurrect beings."
Marshall shook his head. "I wish."
Smaller, stronger, his cage around Dormammu left no escape, and eventually, like a reverse big bang, the dark creature stopped existing, all consumed by Marshall as he was a being of pure magical energy.
Alone in that endless dimension, Marshall sighed. He had no desire to rule it. Soon, someone else would, he guessed.
"Where to next?"
With another destination in mind, he prepared to teleport.
"Huh?"
But before he could initiate it, a different, golden, warm energy covered his body. He felt a pull, similar to teleportation, but this one was more. This felt absolute, like nothing in the universe could go against this energy. Like this was the law of existence itself.
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"In the name of The One Above All… let the trial begin."
Huh?
Marshall looked around, finding himself hovering in the middle of nowhere, a gigantic white void. Before him was a tall golden creature with three heads, one covered whole, one with only its eyes covered, and one fully uncovered. It sat on a throne.
Further, he saw beings all around him. He didn't recognise any of them, but he could feel the power flowing through them. Through those energies, he recognised them thanks to Galactus' memories.
All in one damn place!
He saw Death, Eternity, Infinity, Lord Chaos, Master Order, Oblivion, Watchers, and more.
But beyond all of them, Marshall's eyes froze on a single mighty figure. Hatred consumed him in that moment, but he couldn't move his body. No, he could only move it at the same spot.
"Fucking Celestial! I'll slaughter your kind!"
"First Man of Earth."
Marshall looked up at the talking golden statue. He knew who it was since Galactus knew.
"You have slain those required to hold this universe together. Your actions have shaken the Seventh Cosmos. The deaths of the Elders might have been endured, but the murder of Galactus cannot be. He is a constant. Without him, collapse follows. And then you took Dormammu, leaving a void that must be filled before it swallows the rest."
"I was planning to kill the rest of you bastards too," Marshall snarled, eyeing the whole court. "What're you gonna do? Kill me? Come on. Try."
The Living Tribunal's head turned, and the fully covered face spoke then.
"Any other universe would have broken under your presence alone. You stand outside the laws that bind this universe, yet you are woven into its foundation. Without you, everything falls apart. With you…"
"I'll kill them all?" Marshall finished the words.
"That is why, where equity helps none, and vengeance has no reason, necessity must follow. I will bring your friend back. But you must end this slaughter."
"You can bring back Marty?" Marshall was fully alert.
"Not I, but you will." Living Tribunal declared, and with a snap, the severed, still alive head of Celestial Destructor appeared in the court.
"You! You will not meddle in this. Do not force First Firmament to appear, Living Tribunal!" Celestial Destructor roared.
"I will not end you. There is no purpose in it. Instead, you will end the life of the First Man."
"The very thing I have avoided? I shall no—"
The Living Tribunal was multiversal, but the First Firmament predated the first Multiverse. The Living Tribunal was no match against the First Firmament. But against a single Aspirant? That was a mere toy.
The Living Tribunal's will was final. The golden staff moved, and the Aspirant's severed head moved, its jaws opened, and Marshall's body, without him doing anything, vanished in that flaming red mouth.
That whole time, Marshall prayed, hoped, and thought of bringing Marty back to life. The insane voices in his head that usually told him to kill, fuck, ruin it all, or kill himself had vanished. Insanity made space for sanity.
That was the only thought in his mind. The face, the body, the personality, the soul itself. He wanted Marty, not a look-alike. He wanted total resurrection.
Pop!
He knew he had died. He didn't know what power it was he died to.
"Hm?"
He reappeared, but it was no longer the white void of the Living Tribunal's court. No, it was just a deep, dark space in the middle of nowhere. He could see distant galaxies and stars.
And he felt something more, a soft weight on his right shoulder. With a gulp, he looked, enshrouding his entire body and the space around it in an energy circle to make it safe.
"Grrruff?"
Marshall gulped. "M-Marty?"
"Wra-ghh~"
He recognised the eyes, the wisdom in them. He recognised the teeth. He recognised the pattern. Only the size was different, a baby T-Rex. But everything else was…
"Wrrrrrrrr!"
Loud, excited noise erupted, and the little baby T-Rex rubbed his head all over Marshall's bearded face.
For a very long time, Marshall just stood frozen, eyes moist, a lot of tension and sadness leaving his body. Then he grabbed the little boy and hugged him against his chest.
"Grawl! Gahhhh!"
Chomp!
He hugged the life out of him and didn't stop until the little guy bit him.
Marty whined because he was no different from Marshall. Death was real to both of them, and he didn't want to experience it again. He didn't want to lose Marshall either.
"Fuck… Better not cry… We still got those bastard Celestials to kill."
"Hrrufff?"
"I'm good, Marty. All's good… everything fucking thing."
The little T-Rex nodded his head and snuggled in the arms, taking advantage of the smaller size. This was something Marshall had never done before when Marty was small. Back then, he didn't know how important Marty would become to him. He didn't know how special he'd become.
But this time, he knew it all. He removed his fur cape and made a pouch out of it, fastening it against his chest, placing Marty in it. He always called Marty his boy; now was his chance to really treat him like one.
Still, he felt a bit overwhelmed. He really didn't know if he'd ever see Marty again. The relief he felt crushed him emotionally. All the memories replayed in his head, all the millions of years of fun, joy, laughter, and adventure. And he'd almost lost it all.
"Ain't no Marshall without Marty… We're back, buddy. Let's g—"
Pang!
Out of nowhere, something crashed into them. Marshall fumed, his moment ruined. He felt like a bird on a moving car's windscreen. And sure enough, it was a damn spaceship. He looked through the viewport.
Inside the ship's cockpit was a lone alien woman, staring back at him in confusion and fear.
"Green chick?" Marshall stared, mesmerized by the alien beauty. He hadn't bothered to travel to space yet, so he focused on bringing Marty back.
And sure enough, Marty was back.
"Grawr!"
"Huh? The fuck you mean, horny bastard? I didn't even think of undressing her… yet. And you're the one who fucked a house, not me."
"Gah-gruf!"
"That's not how it works. It doesn't just reset because you died once. Didn't Jesus go? He's still remembered for what he did. And you fucked a house in Egypt."
Marty rolled his eyes and looked inside the ship.
"Rawr?"
"Sounds like a plan. Let's see what alien food tastes like."
"Huff-Krrr."
"..."
Marshall shook his head.
"No, I didn't forget to mention tasting her. Believe it or not, I ain't fucked up in the head anymore, Marty… not that much. No! You better not roll those little eyes! You… fuck you too!"
Bam!
"..."
The woman chose to fire the ship's weapons first.
"..."
The energy blasts ricocheted from Marshall's body and tore a hole in the ship itself.
"She's… fucking dumb!"
To that observation, even Marty nodded, both ignoring the fact that it was a completely normal reaction to a weird space-human alive in the vacuum of space. And a baby lizard, of course. And energy bolts weren't supposed to ricochet.
They awkwardly watched the green woman frantically put on a spacesuit.
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