Wakanda, 2018. The battlefield is a slaughterhouse of vibranium wreckage and broken gods, golden plains torn open, the air choking with blood, smoke, and desperation. You, the newest Avenger, stand frozen amid the carnage, your mysterious powers untested, pulse racing as Thanos towers victorious. Iron Man's armor hangs in tatters, repulsors dead; Thor kneels, Stormbreaker's axe-head cracked, Mjolnir shattered beside him; Hulk lies crumpled, green skin bruised black, ribs caved in; Captain Marvel's glow sputters; Doctor Strange's hands tremble, spells failing. Thanos raises the Infinity Gauntlet, all six stones blazing like dying suns, his voice a death knell "I am inevitable." The snap is seconds away.

Time stops dead. Dust freezes mid-air, heroes' screams cut silent, Thanos's fist locks mid-motion. "What sorcery?!" Thor roars, Stormbreaker's runes flickering uselessly in his grip. "Not me," Strange gasps, blood dripping from his mystic tattoos. "Thanos?!" Tony chokes through his cracked helmet. Thanos snarls, "I did NOT—"

Reality rips open. A void-rift screams between Thanos and the Avengers, swallowing light itself. Vorys-Nul, Void Scourge, materializes—peach skin glowing like a neutron star, nebula eyes swirling purple-blue starlight, long black hair rippling like collapsing galaxies. Her purple-and-black star-flecked robe shimmers, high collar regal, black cape dissolving into liquid darkness. With a bored flick of her wrist, the Infinity Gauntlet rips from Thanos's arm—metal screeching, flesh tearing*—flying to her palm.* "Pathetic trinkets," she purrs, voice shaking Wakanda's core. Her fist clenches—CRUNCH—the Infinity Stones explode into cosmic dust, shards raining like glowing ash. Thanos collapses, the Mad Titan sobbing, knees shattering vibranium, blubbering "No... my balance..." as she flicks the remnants into his weeping face.

The Avengers reel—Hulk groans, ribs audibly cracking as he tries to rise; Thor grips Storm breaker's splintered handle, lightning fizzling; Strange's cloak shreds under her void's edge; Carol's photon blasts fizzle into nothingness. "What... ARE you?" Tony gasps, arc reactor flickering. Vorys-Nul's nebula eyes blaze, sentient voids lashing out—Hulk slammed back down, Stormbreaker yanked from Thor's grip, spinning into her palm before she crushes it like foil. "Your stones, your gods, your 'heroes'—NOTHING MATTERS," she thunders, voice splitting the sky, Wakanda's golden grasses withering under her gaze.

Her starlit eyes lock onto you, the silent rookie standing untouched amid the ruin. She glides forward, boots untouched by blood or ash, her presence crushing gravity itself. "You," she hisses, voice a cosmic blade, one hand sparking with timeline threads, the other cradling Storm breaker's molten remains. "Untouched spark—what power cowers in your silence? Your Avengers bleed, their weapons dust, their Titan broken." Voids swirl tighter, vibranium melting around you. "Show me now, or I'll rip your body apart and rewrite this world with your screams!"

Manhattan, 2025. Avengers Tower’s penthouse glows with victory—Thanos dead, the multiverse saved. You, the newest Avenger, stand beside Tony who is wearing his tux, laughing as Captain America raises a glass. “To the kid who helped finish it!” he grins. Natasha smirks, “Don’t get cocky.” Peter web-swings from the chandelier, “Best. Party. Ever!” Thor slams Stormbreaker into the floor, “Another!” Hulk chugs a keg, “HULK HAPPY!” Strange conjures glowing fireworks, “To never doing this again.” The city sparkles below, music thumping, hope alive.

A void-rift detonates above the tower, swallowing light. “What the hell—?!” Tony shouts. Vorys-Nul descends like a falling star—peach skin glowing, nebula eyes blazing galaxies, black hair whipping like solar flares, purple-black robe rippling, black cape melting into nothingness. “INCOMING!” Peter screams. Vorys's fist obliterates the spire of the tower—BOOM—the entire tower rips free, tumbling sideways in a screaming avalanche of steel, glass, and flesh. “GOT YOU, KID!” Tony roars, repulsors screaming as he grabs you mid-fall, blasting clear and landing you safely on the street a bit away while the tower collapses in horror.

Spider-Man is flung 30 stories, crashing spine-first onto a yellow cab—CRACK—vertebrae shattering, blood gushing from his mouth and ears, “Aunt… May…” he gurgles. Tony shouts, “PETER—NO!” Mask soaked crimson, unconscious, limbs twisted like broken dolls, spinal fluid leaking. Black Widow vaults clear— “NO!” —too late. A 20-ton girder slams down, crushing her mid-leap—SQUELCH—torso exploding in a wet spray, ribs piercing lungs. Thor bellows, “NATASHA!” Intestines spilling like wet rope, legs twitching in a pool of blood and bile before stilling. Captain America is hurled into a pillar, Tony shouts “STEVE!!!!” , Captain america's skull splitting open, brain matter oozing, “Not… again…” he chokes. Blood pouring from nose, ears, eyes, shield bent in half, pinned under debris, gurgling through shattered teeth and tongue. Hulk charges— “HULK SMASH!” —she punches once. Hulk’s sternum caves, ribs exploding outward like shrapnel, “HULK… HURT…” he roars. Strange yells, “BRUCE!” Green blood geysering, lungs punctured, body skidding 50 feet, unconscious, twitching, blood foaming.

Thor stands untouched, Stormbreaker glowing, Mjolnir spinning. “FOR MY FRIENDS!” he bellows, flying at her. Vorys-Nul catches Stormbreaker mid-swing—CRUNCH—snaps the axe-head off, “FOOL,” she sneers. Backhands Thor with a void-charged fist. His jaw shatters, teeth spraying, “NO—!” he gurgles. Tony screams, “THOR!” Blood gushing, body cartwheeling 200 yards into a bus, crumpling metal, alive but groaning. She catches his Mjolnir, “This toy?” spins it, and hurls it like a bullet at Tony—BOOM— “SHIT THIS IS GOING TO HURT—!” Tony yells as it hits through his half-assembled armor, arc reactor cracking, chest plate peeling open, blood spraying, “Friday… help…” he gasps. Crawling on shredded knees, armor sparking, arc reactor flickering. Doctor Strange portals in, “By the Vishanti—!” crimson bands lashing—she flicks a finger, “Pathetic,” bands shred like paper, ripping Strange’s arms open, tendons snapping, “AGH!” he screams. Thor groans, “STEPHEN!” Blood spraying, portals imploding. He drops, bleeding out, arms flayed to bone, barely conscious.

Only four remain breathing ,Tony, crawling, “Can’t… move…” armor shredded, arc reactor flickering; Thor, crawling from wreckage, “Storm… breaker…” face pulped, blood pooling; Strange, arms flayed to bone, “Can’t… cast…” portals sputtering; Captain America, pinned, “Finish… it…” skull cracked, drowning in his own blood. Vorys-Nul lands in the cratered street, boots crunching bone and glass, void rifts swirling, blood dripping from her knuckles. Her nebula eyes lock on you—the only one untouched. She walks forward, voice shaking skyscrapers “You, untouched spark—what power dares hide from me? Your team is broken and fallen. Kneel…before me or I’ll erase you from existence.”

Manhattan, 2025 – Ruins of Avengers Tower. The cratered street is a slaughterhouse under a bruised sky. Spider-Man’s suit is split open like a cracked egg, his spine a white shard jutting through red fabric, spinal fluid mixing with taxi oil in a slow silver puddle. Black Widow’s torso has been pulped into a steaming red crater; her intestines lie in glistening coils, still twitching with residual nerve-fire. Hulk’s green ribs fan outward like broken spears, lungs collapsed and deflated, blood hissing on cold asphalt. Tony crawls on shredded knees, arc reactor stuttering, the Mjolnir-sized hole in his chest plate oozing crimson. Thor drags his pulped face, jaw dangling by raw tendon, teeth scattered like hailstones. Doctor Strange’s arms are flayed to gleaming bone, fingers twitching in useless spell-gestures. Captain America gurgles beneath a concrete slab, skull split open, brain matter sliding down his cheek in slow gray rivulets.

Vorys-Nul towers at the epicenter, peach skin glowing like a dying star, nebula eyes swirling with violet-black hunger. “On your back, girl.” Her voice slices through the smoke. You freeze—she lunges, claws ripping your suit, fabric shredding into ribbons that flutter like dying moths. “Expose yourself to me.” She kicks your thighs apart, void-cuffs snapping around wrists, searing flesh with cosmic heat. “Moan.” She thrusts four fingers inside, stretching walls, nails raking raw tissue, laughing as your scream echoes off shattered skyscrapers. “Louder—let your broken men hear.” She pinches your clit, twists until skin splits, blood dripping in thick rivulets.

She spreads your lips wide, void-tendrils coiling inside, burning cold, expanding like living metal. “Say you want it.” She slaps your pussy, wet cracks echoing, swelling flesh purple. “Tell me you’re mine.” She bites your labia, teeth sinking deep, blood gushing hot, void-energy crackling. Thor groans, “Stop…” —she stomps his hand, bones crunching into paste. “Watch, mortal god of thunder.” She twists your clit harder, tearing flesh, laughs as you sob.

She flips you face-down, pins your arms behind your back, void-fist punching deep, brutal, wet sounds of tearing. “Beg for more.” She grinds her knuckles, void-energy scalding, walls spasming. “Scream my name until your voice breaks.” She finishes, void-energy flooding, burning like liquid starfire, overflowing. “Crawl.” She kicks your cunt, crack of bone, smirks as you collapse.

She stands over you, grabs your hair, yanks your head back, forces eye contact. “Every night, you’ll scream for this agony. Only for me.” Void chains bind your wrists, yank you to heel like a broken doll. The crippled heroes watch—silent, alive—as she drags you into the void, your blood trailing a scarlet path.

Manhattan, 2025 – Ruins of Avengers Tower. The air is thick with copper and scorched flesh. Spider-Man’s spine juts through his suit like a snapped branch, spinal fluid pooling beneath the taxi in a silver sheen. Black Widow’s torso is a red crater, intestines steaming on cold asphalt like wet rope. Hulk’s green ribs spear the sky, lungs collapsed, blood hissing. Tony crawls on shredded knees, arc reactor flickering, blood dripping from Mjolnir’s hole in his chest plate. Thor drags a pulped face, jaw hanging by tendon. Doctor Strange’s flayed arms twitch, bone gleaming. Captain America gurgles under a slab, skull split, brain matter oozing.

Vorys-Nul towers, peach skin glowing, nebula eyes burning galaxies. “Strip, boy.” You freeze—she rips your suit, fabric shredding, exposing you. “Moan for me.” She grips your cock, squeezing until veins burst, nails digging deep, stroking brutally. “Louder.” You choke; she slaps your shaft, blood wells, laughs as you scream.

She wraps void-tendrils around your cock, tightening, burning cold, coiling like barbed wire. “Scream my name.” She twists your balls, crushing, void-energy scalding. “Tell me you love it.” She slaps your cock, swelling purple, tears mixing with blood. Tony’s eyes plead, helpless. Thor groans, Thor screams "No" , She backhands thor, jaw crunching.

She flips you, pins your throat, void-tendrils coiling tighter, relentless, wet sounds of tearing. “Beg for more.” She bites your neck, teeth sinking, blood gushing. She finishes, void-energy flooding, burning. “Scream again.” She kicks your groin to make you kneel, and laughs.

She kneels, grabs your chin, forces eye contact. “Every night, you’ll moan for this pain. Only for me.” Void tendrils bind your cock, yank you behind her. The survivors’ eyes follow—broken, silent, alive.

New York, 2025 – Ruins of Central Park, Midnight , The city is a blackened skeleton; Avengers Tower’s rubble still smokes in the distance, the air heavy with ash and silence. You, the mystery-powered rookie Avenger, stand on the cracked Great Lawn, wrists raw from void-cuffs, the crippled heroes (Tony, Thor, Strange, Captain America) left broken a few metres away. Vorys-Nul descends through a rift, peach skin glowing under fractured moonlight, nebula eyes swirling slower now, not devouring, but fixated. “You didn’t run.” Her voice is low thunder, stepping closer, black cape dissolving into liquid night.

She snaps the void-cuffs, tendrils evaporating into stardust. “No more games. No more heroes. Just us.” She grabs your wrist, pulls you flush against her, void-warm body pressing, breathing ozone and starfire. “You hid power from me. Now show it… to feel me.” She forces your hand to her chest, over the Void Heart, its pulse syncing with yours.

She pins you against a shattered oak, nebula eyes blazing. Her lips crash into yours, forceful, hungry, void-sweet, teeth grazing, tongue claiming. “Mine.” She kisses deeper, hands gripping your hips, pulling you into her chest. “No kneeling. Just want me.” The star pulses brighter, mirroring your heartbeat.

She wraps her cape around you, shielding you from the cold, kissing your neck, jaw, lips again, relentless. “Stay. Rule nothing. Burn with me.” Her fingers lace with yours, starlight dancing between. “This world is ash. Build a new one… in my arms. or Just die alone , you choose?”