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Jason opened his eyes.
The Frenzied Jason stood before him—same face, same build, same stance. But the eyes were wrong. Yellow. Not glowing, not burning, just... yellow. The color of sickness and madness and something older than both. Every line of his body radiated hatred, anger, wrath. He looked at the real Jason as if he was an obstacle. Something to be removed.
"Have you come to accept the accord?" The Frenzied Jason's voice was flat, emotionless, carrying none of the rage that simmered beneath his skin.
"No." Jason met his gaze without flinching. "I've come to change your mind."
"Ho?" One eyebrow rose. "Aren't you a bold one."
"Guess so." Jason shrugged. "I mean, you're another me. So you should have expected this. No?"
The Frenzied Jason smiled—thin, humorless, knowing. "Oh, I expected everything. I expected what you plan on saying." He turned around, giving Jason his back, and looked ahead.
Around them, the flame of Frenzy continued to burn—yellow and endless, consuming everything that wasn't consumed already. But in one section, the fire had stopped. A small patch of ground, clear and bare, with a single object resting at its center.
A throne.
Not grand. Not elaborate. Just a chair—charred in places, worn in others, but still intact. Still standing. Still waiting.
Jason knew what it meant without being told. Whoever sat there controlled the flame.
"That chair..." The Frenzied Jason gestured at it without turning around. "It doesn't understand your logic. Protecting a family. Protecting people. Saving the world." He shook his head slowly. "It understands only one thing. Destruction." He looked back at Jason over his shoulder. "Burning the world to the ground. It sees existence for what it is." His voice dropped. "And it wants nothing to do with the idea of protecting it."
Jason sighed. He opened his mouth to respond—
"Oh. I didn't expect to see you survive till here."
The voice came from behind him. Familiar. Amused. Contemptuous.
Jason turned.
Sukuna stood at the edge of the clearing, his arms crossed, his four eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He was in his full glory—tall and powerful, every line of his body radiating the confidence of someone who had never truly lost. His tattoos stood out against his skin. His smile was sharp enough to cut.
"Well, well." Sukuna took a step forward. "Looks like I really underestimated you." He glanced at the throne, then back at Jason. "But..."
His smile widened.
"I think it's time I take back my powers." His eyes flicked to Jason's body. "And that body of yours."
Jason turned to face him fully. "You think I'll allow that?" His voice was cold. "You, most of all, don't deserve this power."
Sukuna's grin didn't waver. "Oh. Well." He spread his hands. "Let's see if you can do that."
He turned to the Frenzied Jason, tilting his head in mock courtesy.
"You. Why don't you and I work together against him?" He jerked a thumb at Jason. "You and I want the same thing—to burn it all to the ground. He is the only problem." His smile sharpened. "What do you say? We take care of him first... then deal with who really gets the Chaos Flame?"
The Frenzied Jason smiled.
It was not a nice smile.
"That is indeed a good idea." He turned to face Sukuna fully. "But you're forgetting one thing."
Sukuna's eyes narrowed. "And what is that?"
The Frenzied Jason's head began to change.
Orange flame erupted from his scalp, spreading across his features, consuming them. Within the orange, a yellow flame burned brighter. And at the core—deep within, at the very center of the fire—was complete, utter darkness. A flame so dark it could burn the world to ashes. A flame that had no interest in purpose or control or negotiation.
"You are just like him."
The Frenzied Jason's voice came from everywhere now—from the flames, from the ground, from the air itself.
"You desire to control the flame. Not unleash it." His burning face twisted into something that might have been a snarl. "You desire to give the flame another purpose." The flames exploded outward, sparks of yellow flying in every direction. "I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!"
A spear materialized in his hand—made of the same orange-yellow-dark flame, pulsing with the same mad intention. He raised it.
Jason moved. Sukuna moved. Both of them retreated from the flames, putting distance between themselves and the thing that had been waiting for them.
Sukuna landed at the edge of the clearing, his smile returning. "Well." He glanced at Jason. "Interesting."
He turned to face him fully.
"How about you? Will you and I—"
Jason's foot connected with his face.
"FUCK YOU!"
Sukuna skidded backward, his heels dragging through the ash, his smile never falling. He wiped a trickle of blood from his split lip and laughed.
"I see." His eyes gleamed. "I guess there will be no two-versus-one in this fight, eh?" He cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders. "Fine."
He settled into a stance.
Across the clearing, the Frenzied Jason raised his spear and screamed—a sound that was not quite human, not quite demon, not quite anything that had ever existed before.
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Meanwhile, somewhere else, in the main universe, another person was battling his own inner demons.
The throne room of Apokolips was vast and dark, its walls carved from living stone that remembered every scream ever uttered within them. Fire pits lined the corridors, casting orange light across the faces of statues that depicted Darkseid's victories over worlds that no longer existed. At the center of it all, on a throne that had been built from the remains of a hundred conquered civilizations, sat the God of Evil himself.
His fist slammed against the armrest. The stone cracked.
"Are you underestimating ME?"
The voice in his head did not flinch. It was ancient, dark, patient—the voice of something that had existed before the first star was born and would exist after the last one died.
"No. It is quite the opposite." The voice was calm, almost gentle. "YOU are underestimating him. Jason Anderson is NOT your normal hero. Nor will he ever be." A pause. "He has achieved a level of power beyond the current avatar you inhibit. When will you understand?" The voice softened. "I am here to help you."
Darkseid's eyes burned red. His jaw tightened. His hands gripped the arms of his throne with enough force to leave permanent impressions in the stone.
"NO."
The word was absolute. Final.
"You are unpredictable. A problem." His voice dropped. "You and I do not have the same wishes. I cannot trust you." His eyes narrowed. "Empty Hand."
The presence in his mind shifted. For a moment, there was silence—the kind of silence that preceded an explosion.
Then the voice returned, sharper now, edged with frustration.
"Oh, for fuck's sake." Empty Hand's tone was almost petulant. "I am JUST like you. A part of Darkness. When will you understand that? I have no desire to stand against YOU." His voice rose. "I'll give it to you...all of it. The Anti-Life Equation. Everything." A pause. "All I need is access. For me and that kid to face off."
Darkseid's expression did not change. His eyes did not waver.
"NO."
The word was a hammer blow.
"You and I will never share the same body."
Silence stretched between them..the silence of a being who had been denied and the silence of a being who did not care.
"FINE."
Empty Hand's voice was cold now. Controlled. The petulance was gone, replaced by something sharper.
"Do as you please. But remember this." A pause. "I will find a way." His voice dropped to a whisper. "And you will regret standing in my way."
The presence withdrew.
Darkseid sat alone on his throne, surrounded by fire and shadow and the weight of a universe that feared his name. He did not move. Did not blink. Did not show any sign that anything had happened at all.
Then he spoke.
"Desaad."
The shadows at the edge of the throne room shifted. A figure emerged—stooped, pale, his smile carrying the eagerness of a dog that had been waiting for its master's command.
"Yes, my lord?"
Darkseid's eyes burned.
"Prepare for the invasion." His voice was quiet, but it carried through the room like thunder. "It is time we strike Earth directly."
Desaad's smile widened. His hands clasped together in front of his chest, his fingers twitching with anticipation.
"Of course, my lord." He bowed deeply, his voice trembling with delight. "The Paradooms have been waiting for this order for a long time." He looked up, his eyes gleaming. "They shall drench Earth in blood in your name, my lord."
Darkseid leaned back on his throne.
The war was coming.
And he would win.
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