SEVERENCE

In a reality where fate governs all, one being was never meant to wake.

Severence was a name long lost to time, a figure buried so deep in history that even the gods dared not speak of him. Yet, despite their efforts, he has awakened. Not by fate. Not by design. But by something else.

He remembers everything.

The battles he fought. The gods he defied. The moment he took up The Unmaking, a weapon that does not kill but erases. The war that should have ended with his existence vanishing forever.

And yet, here he stands once more. Whole. Alive. Awake.

But he does not know why.

Cast adrift in a multiverse of endless worlds—where heroes wage war, where gods weave their schemes, where titans clash and destinies are written—Severence searches for an answer. Every world recoils at his presence. Every being, mortal or divine, whispers his name in terror. Every force in existence seems desperate to deny him the truth.

Something woke him. Something brought him back.

But why?

From the burning battlefields of the Holy Grail War to the war-torn realms of gods and monsters, from futuristic dystopias to cosmic battlegrounds—Severence walks the path beyond fate, seeking the answer hidden even from him.

And with each world, the whispers grow louder.

"He has awakened."
"The blade that unmakes walks once more."
"Even the gods cannot escape its cut."

Severence simply tightens his grip on The Unmaking.

Let the gods tremble. Let the universes break.

He will carve his own path—until he finds the truth.
A/N:**The art used for the cover is AI generated.**
A/N:**All other characters except the OG belong to their respective creators.**
                **This is a fanfic**

He Who Cuts Fate

[Weeks After the Escape – Testing the Suit]

The first flight nearly killed him.

Tony Stark stood in the middle of his workshop, still feeling the rush of adrenaline from his latest test. The Mark II armor, sleeker than its cave-built predecessor, hummed around him. His boots left faint scorch marks on the floor where he had landed too hard.

"Sir, your trajectory nearly resulted in impact with the upper atmosphere," J.A.R.V.I.S. noted dryly.

Tony smirked, flexing his gauntleted hand. "Yeah, well… we call that a stress test."

In truth, the flight had been rough. But he was learning. Improving.

Because soon, he wouldn't be testing this armor.

[A Week Later – Stark's First Mission]

Smoke curled into the night sky, buildings reduced to rubble as terrified civilians ran from the men who carried Stark Industries weapons. His weapons.

From the sky, the armored figure descended. The moment his red-and-gold boots hit the ground, the battle changed.

The first man who saw him hesitated for one second too long.

The terrorists turned their weapons on him. He didn't move. Bullets ricocheted off his armor, sparking harmlessly against the metal.

Faster than they expected. Faster than they could react.

It wasn't just a fight—it was justice.

And when the last missile silo exploded behind him, Tony knew.

This wasn't just an escape anymore.

[Days Later – The Press Conference]

By the time Tony Stark stepped onto the stage, the world had already seen him.

The news had run wild with footage of the armored man tearing through terrorist cells in the Middle East. Theories spread like wildfire. Was it a new weapon? A government project? A stolen suit?

Stark Industries' stock had soared—and then plummeted the moment he announced the company would no longer manufacture weapons.

Obadiah Stane had barely spoken to him since.

He stood at the podium, adjusting his tie. The PR team had prepared a statement—some vague nonsense about experimental technology and private security measures.

He picked up the card, scanned it, and tossed it aside.

A ripple of laughter spread through the reporters.

Stane, watching from the side, clenched his jaw. Damn it, Tony.

Tony exhaled, letting the moment settle. His eyes scanned the crowd—Pepper, worried but composed. Rhodey, arms crossed, waiting for him to screw this up.

And then, in the shadows, he saw him.

A presence that wasn't part of this world.

The man watched him with an intensity that made Tony's gut tighten.

As if this stranger already knew exactly what would happen next.

Tony smirked, adjusted the mic, and said the words that would alter history.

Cameras flashed. Reporters shouted over each other. The press conference descended into chaos.

Pepper closed her eyes. Rhodey exhaled sharply.

And Tony Stark had just thrown away the rulebook.

He had seen countless heroes rise. Countless legends take their first steps toward history.

Most hid behind masks, played at deception to protect their lives, their loved ones.

He had severed that expectation with a single sentence.

Severence, unseen by all, watched the threads of history twist and coil. The world had tried to shape Stark into a certain kind of man.

But Stark had cut those strings himself.

And soon, Severence would decide if this new path should be allowed—

###**Chapter 13 – "I Am Iron Man"**

###Chapter 13 – "I Am Iron Man"