481 Invincible: The Punishment of Demian Darkblood, Invincible Heading to Mars, Allen vs. Omni-Man? and The Heavy Third Arm of the Law and the Tight Pants of Justice.
Darkblood could not believe he was in such an absurd situation against a human made of flesh and blood.
The pain, the sense of mortal danger, and the fear were things Darkblood never imagined he'd experience in this world because the only thing that terrified him was the place he never wanted to return to: hell.
His body crashed against another building, but it wasn't the physical damage that hurt; it was the strikes that seemed to penetrate the essence of his very existence.
Allen created white chains to capture Darkblood in midair. They were made with the first version of the Clown Crown, so they burned Darkblood as soon as they touched him.
"What are these chains, magic?"
Allen ignored Darkblood's growls. The pain caused by the chains wasn't enough to injure him, just enough to make him uncomfortable, to make him understand the seriousness of Allen's intentions.
"Demian Darkblood, Cecil wants your head, and he has the book that can banish you to hell."
Darkblood's pain became insignificant upon hearing this. It was an impossibility that something like that could happen. He'd rather die or be devoured than return to hell.
"It's impossible! I destroyed the Demonius Ex Mortum centuries ago!"
"Not completely. That's why Cecil managed to rebuild it," Allen floated closer to Darkblood. "You wasted your chance to remain in this world, Damien... Cecil won't let you stay here."
"I…" The red demon's eyes dimmed. "I was just fulfilling my contract…"
"Exactly, no matter the world, demons love contracts," Allen smiled and released Darkblood, who fell onto a car. "Ugh… that hurts…"
No matter how much pain he was in, in front of Darkblood appeared a burning scroll.
"Demian, if you want to live in this world, you'll sign this contract… I'm not too cruel, you'll only obey my orders when I need you, and I'll prevent Cecil from sending you to hell…"
"Is there no other choice?"
"You can go to hell or die right now."
Upon hearing this, Demian quickly signed the contract with his blood. "Hell is worse than death, but I don't want to know how you'd kill me."
"Good choice…" Allen drew a half-smile on his face.
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Akeno – Buchou, what do you think? A demon with a sense of justice and such a strong will in the search for the truth is shocking…
Rias – What can I say? Even though it seems like he does it out of contract, he's even more decent than many humans Allen encounters, and a lot of demons from our world…
Makima – Demian Darkblood is truly an anomaly…
DoomGuy – *Confused growl*
Asia – That just shows that our identity doesn't define our character~
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"Is it?" Darkblood stepped out of the vehicle and adjusted his clothes.
Allen landed. "Hellboy, your first mission is to find someone named Titan. He's a thug working for Machine Head, or rather, forced to work for him... I also want to know where the Mauler twins are."
"Twins? I thought I killed one,"
"At this point, he should have created another. Doesn't matter, just find out where they are," Allen warned.
The demon's voice was cautious when dealing with Allen. "Hmm... Understood. How can I contact you?"
Allen handed Darkblood a phone, who was afraid of appearing at his apartment and bothering him.
"Take this phone. I know you don't like them, but you don't have a choice. Don't worry, it won't freeze around you…"
"Understood…"
With that said Allen was about to leave when Darkblood stopped him.
"You… Allen Walker… Boss."
"What?"
Darkblood looked toward his destroyed office. Allen observed the destruction he had caused, then snapped his fingers, and the place began to repair itself with magic before disappearing.
"..." Darkblood sighed, looking at the restored building.
"My car!!"
A man screamed as he left his apartment and saw his Bentley crushed. Darkblood turned around and disappeared. He might be on the side of good, but deep down, he was still a demon.
...
In the depths of space, on a spaceship, a medical robot touched the holographic screen of a monitoring device, ensuring that the vital signs of its patient were stable.
Allen the alien, or rather John the alien, was floating in a recovery tank. He had been like this for several days, but his life wasn't in danger.
The medical robot was about to leave when there was an increase in John's brain and heart activity; he was about to wake up.
"Requesting support."
Hours later, John opened his eyes and looked around.
"Am I alive?"
John was surprised; he was sure Allen had killed him, at least that's how it felt being hit by him. But that wasn't the case, and now that he was alive, his strength had increased significantly. This alien had a very special characteristic: when he takes life-threatening damage and survives, he becomes much stronger. It's like the senkai of the Saiyans.
"That was close," said the orange alien in disbelief.
"Allen…"
The room's door opened, and an old man with a white beard and wearing a tunic entered. He was Thaedus, the leader and founder of the Planetary Coalition, an organization designed to resist the Viltrumite Empire.
"Hello, old man… I'm alive."
"Indeed, it seems like whoever hit you did so with enough force to bring you to the brink of death but not to kill you, as if they knew your secret…"
"…"
"Allen, tell me what happened on Earth. Did you have problems with the Viltrumite Nolan?"
"No, it was different… You won't even believe it."
Thaedus's face changed several times as he listened to Allen the alien's story. However, when he found out that John would now have to prove to Allen, the human, that he was worthy of using his name, he burst out laughing.
"Looks like you found a gold mine, hahaha."
"Yeah, one that almost killed me! Haha!"
Thaedus was more shocked than he let on. They were aware of a Viltrumite being on an undeveloped planet, one that hadn't even started its space era, with a Viltrumite infiltrating. It was very strange that the Viltrumites would take an interest in such a planet, so they decided to investigate.
It was a surprise that Nolan, a well-known Viltrumite, was pretending to be a superhero there. Allen took the risk and confronted him. Surprisingly, Nolan didn't show any intention of killing him, as if he was willing to keep up his superhero act to the end. So, Allen had the idea of using Nolan to increase his strength. All he had to do was go to Earth, take a beating, and recover. If they did this, there would come a time when Allen the alien would be on par with a Viltrumite.
"The race in question is very similar to Viltrumite, but only in appearance. They're very fragile. How could he be so strong?" Thaedus frowned; it seemed like Earth might be even more valuable than they had estimated.
...
Omni-Man was furious. Debbie, his wife, had told him about Darkblood's visit to their house, and in a fit of rage, he went to look for him. As in the canon, there was a confrontation. The Viltrumite entered the office, but unlike Allen, he didn't attack the demon because it would be useless. Darkblood apologized but noticed something: Nolan didn't seem to know he had spoken to Debbie.
"Don't you dare get near my family again!" With that threat, Omni-Man left.
The seed of doubt in Deborah Grayson had already been planted. However, Darkblood's mindset changed after the beating Allen gave him. What good would it do to turn Debbie against Nolan?
'It would do no good,' Darkblood leaned back in his chair.
Debbie was just a human. Making her turn against Omni-Man would only take away one more reason for Nolan to keep pretending to be a superhero. Darkblood didn't deserve to be banished in the original story, but he also had to understand Cecil's reasons for doing so. He didn't have the strength to oppose Omni-Man, so he had to buy as much time as possible while they found a way to deal with him. Unfortunately, Viltrumites didn't have Kryptonite.
Darkblood lowered his hat and stood up from his chair. He had to start working for his new boss. "I don't want to anger him again."
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(A couple of days later)
News spread across the world: the expedition to Mars had been advanced, and the brave astronauts would take another step in their venture into space.
It may sound absurd, but in a world where alien invasions and extraterrestrial visitors exist, humanity is still taking its first steps into space. But that was the reality.
Cecil supported this mission because the loss of the Guardians still weighed on people's hearts. They needed a victory, or at least that's what he told Nolan, who, of course, didn't accept the mission. He wouldn't give Cecil the chance to influence Mark.
After a brief discussion, Mark finally accepted the mission, believing it would give him a lot of points as a superhero. He had to call his friend William and his girlfriend Amber to tell them about it. Like any teenage superhero, he was debating whether or not to confess to Amber that he was a superhero, but in the end, he didn't.
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The spaceship took off the next morning while Allen watched Invincible arrive late and follow them.
Gwen – Allen, aren't you going to follow them?
"Hm? Nah, I don't want to spend two weeks in space just to meet Martians…"
MJ – Oh, I guess that doesn't sound as interesting as scaring people half to death with audits or taking naive girls on dates~
"That's true," Allen didn't deny it; on the contrary, he accepted it with pride. The bastard knew that at least three girls couldn't get him out of their minds, but instead of regretting corrupting them, he shrugged, pretending that wasn't his intention.
Of course, Allen's life until Invincible returned to advance the plot would not be easy. Just then, his phone rang.
"Walker, I need you in Rome."
"Rome? Did you wake up the Antichrist or something, Cecil? Haha" Allen laughed, but Cecil remained silent. "Hey... Don't tell me it's really the Antichrist?"
"No, it's a dragon..."
"Well, that makes more sense."
"Stop with the sarcasm, Walker."
*Notification*
Allen checked his phone when he heard the transfer notification and then smiled. It seemed like Cecil already knew how to handle him.
"I'll just warn you, the time will come when money won't buy me..."
"Has that time arrived?"
"No, I'm just warning you. For now, your generosity keeps me satisfied, Cecil Stedman."
"Tsk, just go, Walker."
Allen hung up and disappeared from the spot to continue with his mission in this world.
...
Nolan had taken Debbie to Rome to try and relax after the incident with Darkblood. Nolan even informed Debbie that Cecil no longer suspected him and even apologized.
However, there was a gap that couldn't be easily recovered. Both Nolan and Cecil no longer seemed as willing to continue with the charade.
"RAHHH!"
Debbie was startled as while eating with Nolan, a dragon appeared, and people started running.
"Are you going to do something?!" Debbie asked nervously, watching the scene.
"Me? Nah, I'm on vacation. Let Cecil deal with it~"
Nolan had resented Cecil for that reason he enjoyed causing problems for Cecil, knowing that without the guardians and with new guardians still in training, he was depending much more on him, even if he didn't want to, or at least that's how it should be.
*Cut*
"...!!"
Nolan opened his eyes as he looked back. The dragon had stopped moving and was then cut into pieces.
Allen landed on a rooftop, looking at the decapitated dragon's head beside him.
"What the hell is a Chinese dragon doing in Rome?... I need to complain to whoever designed this scenario"
Wednesday – It's certainly quite anticlimactic... it would have been better if the gates of Hell opened and a demon invasion arrived.
Makima – Judging by Darkblood's attitude, it's possible that won't happen.
Esdeath – Allen, there's someone with bad intentions watching you.
Albedo – I'll kill him!
Rebecca – Is that Superman with a mustache... he doesn't even try to hide it.
2B – He's already on the elimination list... I just need your authorization, Master...
Allen smiled. Of course, he noticed that Nolan was in Rome. However, he didn't pay much attention since Nolan had already avoided fighting him once, and there was no reason why this time should be any different.
Allen smiled with disdain at Nolan. "I guess an old man is struggling to move his ass for something so simple."
Nolan was far away but clearly heard him. This made him clench his fists and frown. "I had no intention of taking the job from Cecil's new dog."
Allen's smile vanished, and the tension between them increased.
"Dear!" Debbie called her husband's attention.
At the same time, Cecil called Allen to tell him he needed him elsewhere. Since he had reduced his surveillance on the Graysons, it took him a while to find out that Nolan was in Rome.
Allen heard Cecil's words, and Nolan heard his wife's, but the glare in Allen's eyes and Nolan's furrowed brow didn't fade as they stared at each other.
In the end, it was Nolan who looked away. He didn't want to break his façade yet, and Allen, on the contrary, just watched Nolan, waiting for him to decide to attack so he could react. But if he didn't, it didn't matter, Allen wasn't very interested in the old Viltrumite either.
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...
(The next day)
It was a sunny morning with birds singing in the parks and a clear sky. This day, the honest people went to work, but there were always criminals everywhere. Luckily, the third arm of justice was very heavy today and shiny.
A man dressed in a black suit parked horizontally at a convenience store. He was clearly using two spaces, which would already be enough for a ticket, but this was the least of his worries.
"What, they destroyed another warehouse?!" The man yelled into the phone while slamming the door of his sports car as he got out. It was a Lamborghini, so his actions were something only someone who didn't care about money or was extremely angry would do.
"Listen, do you know how much money we'll lose if another warehouse is destroyed?!"
"Sir, it was Machine Head. He sent his henchman."
"I don't give a damn if Omni-Man came personally, I pay you to protect the goods!"
"Bullets don't work against Titan... I don't know what else we can do."
"Use missiles, or buy a tank, I don't know, but if I lose another warehouse, your head will be blown to pieces!" The man hung up while throwing his phone to the ground. "Damn! Damn mutants with superpowers!"
This man was a mafia boss, but like the others, he was being pressured by Machine Head, who had acquired a very strong henchman as his lackey. At this rate, it's only a matter of time before the city falls into Machine Head's hands.
The man bit his nails without realizing that a pair of eyes were watching him from the street. The sound of a motorcycle echoed down the street as it entered the parking lot. The man looked at it with disdain. He wasn't in the mood to deal with a traffic cop. However, there was something strange about this cop. It was impossible not to notice him, so people started looking at him as he stopped his motorcycle.
As is well-known around the world, traffic police always have one of the most iconic uniforms. With leather boots that make noise when they adjust, the traffic cop stepped off his large motorcycle.
When the law enforcement officer got off his motorcycle, people held their breath. The iconic tight pants on this specific man were both a male bakery and the third arm of the law, which was very obvious because of their size.
The men who watched this grumbled, the women swallowed nervously, and they began recording and taking photos.
The jacket with the badges highlighted his chiseled body, while his white helmet gave it a classic touch, and it didn't need to be mentioned that the large sunglasses were a must-have for every respectable traffic cop.
Rogue – Wait, is this shit being recorded? I set it to 4K!
Ruby – Rogue, if it's not well recorded, I'll kill you!
MJ – Seeing Allen in tight pants is very unusual *taking screenshots at high speed*
Natasha – I forbid him! It's too obvious the growth of my little boy, and to avoid accidents with distracted women on the street, it's better if he doesn't wear pants like that!
Aphrodite – What blasphemy! With all due respect, but all this time you have stolen a treasure from the world!
Donna – It's true, how dare they deprive the women of the world of such a gift from the heavens!
Felicia – I knew his ass would look good in those pants, but I'm impressed~ I have to check its firmness on his next visit❤️~
Maeve – A man can be sexy too, we already know that, but~ *desiring look*
Diana – The evolution of male clothing is incredible... now I feel the need to be arrested, even if I'm a superhero~
Rias – It's big... his...
Akeno – Ufufu, what were you talking about?
Rias – Nothing! Just be quiet!
Rangiku – Ara~ there's nothing wrong with it, just like a beautiful woman attracts men's attention, an attractive and gifted man in certain... parts hehe~ does the same with women~"
Nanao – How vulgar! Allen Walker is a degenerate! *Taking screenshots shamelessly*
Raven – It seems that even Robin has been surpassed in this... luckily he's busy today and can't be humiliated this time.
...
Officer Walker got off his motorcycle and walked up to the man in the suit.
"Sir, you parked in two spaces, and one is for handicapped people."
"Shut up, I don't have time to deal with a traffic cop, tell me the name of your boss, and I'll sort this out!"
The man was extremely rude, but it was normal; he was used to treating others like that. He just needed to call the right person and drop a bundle of bills, and everything would be resolved.
The people who watched this were stunned. Only someone very important would dare to speak to a police officer like that.
Allen didn't get upset, he just smiled and took off his sunglasses to clean them, then put them back on.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know you needed that space..."
"...?!"
The man, who was about to shout, was stunned. Allen had just told him that he thought he had a mental disability, and that's why he needed that space.
"Scum!"
Before he could finish speaking, Allen grabbed the vehicle with his hands, lifted it, and began crushing it like a garbage compactor. The sports car deformed and slowly shrank into a ball of junk. Allen placed it in the handicapped spot and then pulled out his notebook to issue a ticket and stuck it on the pile of scrap.
"Done. $200 for parking in two spots and $200,000 for dirtying the world with your presence." Allen looked at the man, now terrified on the ground with a pale face, and smiled mockingly. "Today, we learned a valuable lesson, and it's to never call someone scum when he's irritated because his balls are trapped in very tight pants!"
"Ah! I'm sorry!"
Allen kicked the mob boss in the crotch, "It's too late to apologize!"
"Ahhhh!"
...
Rick – Hahaha, I knew those pants were uncomfortable!
McDragon – Damn!
Thor – What's up, Perverted dragon?
McDragon – Don't you understand? Suffering, because your tight pants bother you is like a girl complaining her bra is too small.
PercyJ – *Spits out his soda* Damn, I never thought of it like that!
Tony – Damn kid! You already have money, power, and a damn harem; can't you at least have an average masculinity?!
...
"Have a good day, sir!"
Allen walked away while people focused on his masculine bakery and got back on his motorcycle to dispense justice elsewhere in the city with his very tight pants, a delight for women, torture for his balls.
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A/N: Justice comes in tight pants XD
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