Demon King of Time in Marvel

Chapter 5: The King of Time

Standing tall was the imposing figure of Ohma Zi-O, an aura of sheer magnificence emanating from him. His presence, like an unrelenting force, seemed to bend the very fabric of reality to his whims. The armor, a masterpiece of gold and black, gleamed in the dim light, covering every inch of his body. His attire, as intimidating as his presence, spoke of a power unleashed. Everything about him exuded a majestical aura of strength and terror – this was a living embodiment of power and dominance.

"Rejoice, monster," Ohma declared, his voice resonating with an otherworldly power. "You shall feel my wrath."

The Deviant, not truly understanding the situation that just unfolded, attacked using its sharp claws, aiming for Ohma Zi-O's torso. In response to the monster's assault, Ohma… did nothing.

As the claws moved to cut Ohma, rather than feeling the soft flesh and blood, the Deviant encountered an impenetrable barrier, like striking against adamantium. Looking at its opponent, it couldn't even see a scratch marring the flawless surface of the armor.

Ohma Zi-O grasped the Deviant's head with an iron grip, effortlessly lifting it off its legs. The Deviant thrashed wildly, its claws raking against the armor, but it was all for naught. With a chilling display of strength, Ohma slammed the Deviant's head into the ground with earth-shattering force.

*BOOM*

The impact was deafening, the ground trembling beneath the force of the blow. A crater formed where the Deviant's head had impacted, and the monster let out a pained howl, its body convulsing. Ohma, unfazed, lifted the creature again and hurled it towards the forest with a force that sent trees splintering.

As Ohma observed the Deviant, it began to regenerate from its injuries, a testament to its monstrous resilience. Slowly but surely, it began to mend, its wounds closing at an alarming rate. The Deviant shrugged off the debris and lunged towards Ohma Zi-O, a feral growl escaping its throat.

"Regeneration? It will only extend your suffering," Ohma remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

With a swift movement, Ohma caught the Deviant's punch, his left hand encasing the creature's fist in an iron grip. He applied pressure, the Deviant's bones crunching under the immense force. With his right hand, he seized the Deviant's other arm and, with a sickening twist, tore it from its body. The creature's roars turned into whimpers as it writhed in agony, its two remaining limbs useless.

Terror, a primal emotion, gripped the Deviant. It had never known fear before, but now, facing this unstoppable force, it understood the true meaning of terror. Desperate, it turned and fled, limping towards the nearby mountain.

"Running will not save you," Ohma declared, his voice cold and menacing. "Nothing will anymore. It's time I put an end to your existence."

Hour of Demise

Ohma began to glow with an eerie dark golden light, golden clock hands appearing beneath his feet. Leaping into the air, he readied himself for the finishing blow, assuming a stance of power, his body poised for the attack.

[Overlord's Decimation]

Channeling his power into his legs, Ohma unleashed a devastating flying side kick. The impact was catastrophic. A shockwave, born from the sheer force of the blow, obliterated the Deviant, sending dust and debris flying into the air. When the dust settled, nothing remained. The creature had been utterly annihilated, reduced to dust and scattered debris.

Back at the house, Devon, or rather, Ohma Zi-O, tried to rewind the time with his newfound powers to resurrect the child. His powers had amplified, he could now rewind the world, unaffected by the temporal currents. He was no longer a mere passenger in this time stream; he was the conductor. The world backtracked, but he could move freely, an observer in his own time.

Yet, his efforts were futile. He couldn't rewind the events surrounding Lily's death. The temporal energy recoiled, a sharp pain shooting through his head. It was as if the moment was erased, as if time itself had lost its power. The crystal in his hand pulsed, a faint hum resonating from it. Could it be connected?

A white, crystalline object materialized in his palm, shimmering with an otherworldly light. After obliterating the Deviant, this object had appeared, seemingly running away from him.

He examined it closely, intrigued by its strange properties. It pulsed with an eerie energy, radiating an aura of immense power.

Looking around the now dilapidated house, he saw Lily's body lying lifeless. He decided to properly bury her and pay his respects to the little girl. After some time, he buried Lily's body under a nearby tree, carving on the tree;

'In loving memory of Lily, a little angel whose light will shine forever.'

He placed the last stone on Lily's grave, a heavy silence settling over the clearing. The fight, the transformation, Lily's death… it all felt surreal, like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. He looked at his hands, still faintly glowing with residual temporal energy. This power… it was both a blessing and a curse. He had gained incredible strength, but at what cost? He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them with a newfound resolve. He would honor Lily's memory. He would find those responsible for her death and make them pay. He turned and walked away from the grave, a long journey ahead of him.

Devon, already had a clue. Deviants were supposed to be mindless beasts, but whatever this object was had changed that. It had corrupted them, imbued them with a terrifying intelligence and resistance to time. He needed to find the source of these objects, the entity behind this corruption, and eliminate it. He did not know where he might find the other, but he had an inkling that collecting them might give him the clue to what it was. Presently though, he could feel something calling out to him, something from far away. As a scientist Devon was naturally curious and decided to seek it out while also seeing the limitations of his new powers.

As he started walking towards a long journey, Devon thought about what had happened today. Lily had been killed by a Deviant on whom his powers had no effect. And through that rage, that overwhelming grief, he had transformed into the legendary Kamen Rider Ohma Zi-O.

He knew about most of the Kamen Riders as they were little Alex's favorite show to watch, and he particularly favored Ohma Zi-O. Devon remembered that Ohma Zi-O was the Demon King of Time, the last Rider and had the powers of all the Riders which included some gods, one guy whose kick could destroy the earth among others. In short, the guy was OP with thrice the O's.

While the original might be a multiversal level being, Devon was definitely not. At least not yet. The transformation into Ohma Zi-O had granted him incredible power, a taste of the true potential that lay within him. The slick, black and gold armor, the raw power, the ability to manipulate time itself – it was intoxicating.

Devon, did not know how he could access the full extent of his powers, but he did notice that they were linked to his will, to his emotions. His rage, his grief, his desire for vengeance – these emotions had fueled his transformation. So, he decided to embrace this power, to hone it, to become the ultimate expression of his will.

He would become the Demon King of Time. The irony was not lost on him. Wait a second. My name wasn't the reason that I got the powers of the Demon King of Time, did it? Nah, it couldn't be, nope, definitely wasn't. Convincing himself, Devon undid the transformation and continued onwards reaching the entrance of the city. He was going to buy a horse and continue towards the thing calling for him. It would be a long journey as it wasn't likely that he could hitch a ride in an alien spaceship …. Or could he?

Far away, on the other side of the plains, a different group was also dealing with the aftermath of the Deviant attack.

{Eternal's POV}

The Eternals were currently enroute to our protagonist's former home after finding that a Deviant had appeared there. It was already dark till they reached there destination.

They had been busy fighting some Deviants that showed up near the city when there was another signal from the opposite side. They had decided to clean up before heading to the other area as there was only supposed to be one Deviant there and not many people lived near there.

Before them was a field of broken trees and scorched earth, clearly the aftermath of a fierce battle. Sersi's gaze swept the area, her eyes narrowing as she spotted a faint, claw mark on the ground.

"The Deviant here was strange, it was too powerful. These claw marks don't look normal" analyzed Sersi.

Ikaris, the fake superman, knelt beside a large crater. He ran his fingers through the dust, his expression grim, "The force needed to create such a crater would be huge. Such impressive power. But what was it fighting?"

Such a powerful Deviant would even take them some hard efforts to subdue yet there was no sign of the Deviant or whoever it fought, not even the body could be found.

Sprite, the illusionist, chipped in "It must have been a very hard-fought battle especially if the Deviant was this abnormal but I didn't know that there was someone who had the ability to fight them beside us on earth."

Ajak, the leader and healer of the party, replied "I agree that even I don't know who could have fought the Deviant, but I don't think it was a hard battle"

The others, intrigued by Ajak's reply, looked at where she was looking. Their eyes narrowed at the scene, as before them lay a huge mountain. But what drew their gaze wasn't the majestic mountain that had stood the test of times but the immense, circular hole that pierced straight through the mountain.

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The Prophecy of the Eternal Clock

(Etched on a monolith found in a forgotten temple, translated by a scholar who has since vanished without a trace)

"When the celestial clockwork falters, and the balance between order and chaos teeters on the precipice, a figure of immense power shall emerge from the temporal currents. He shall be adorned with the symbols of time's dominion, and his presence shall command the very fabric of reality. He is the harbinger of change, the master of moments, the King of Time. His name shall be spoken in hushed whispers, for he is both savior and destroyer. He is… Ohma Zi-O."