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"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

'Telepathic'

Review Response:

gemm1mt (Chapter 2): Thanks.

blazingpheonix123 (Chapter 2): Not really, based on what the Phoenix said it was clearly referring to the Crisis and inferring to take down Prime. Though the Phoenix will have a few words for Charles about locking it in the depths of Jean's mind.

Theoretically the only two DC villains left that COULD come would be Darkseid and Anti-Monitor, however since Marvel and DC are in different multiverses (well, it's implied that one of their universes in their respective multiverses do cohabitate…) the odds are little to none… but who knows.

kival737101 (Chapter 2): Kinda seems like an odd reason to include Surge just because she was mentioned in the chapter. It's all I'm saying.

coduss (Chapter 2): Ordinarily Jean Grey is at Solar System level with the Phoenix then at Universe level as the White Phoenix. In the case of Isun, since he's already at Solar System level before the Phoenix, he could quite easily match Superboy Prime. It depends on how much power the Phoenix will allow Isun to have.

OmniPlanckInstant (Chapter 2): Considering Prime basically pimped-slapped the entire DC universe/multiverse basically by himself, what do you expect Isun to do? By himself he's barely able to keep up with the deranged Kryptonian, much less kill him under his own accord. A Guardian of Oa was much less successful in killing himself to destroy Prime (akin to the destructive force of the Big Bang), so now with the Phoenix Force Isun will have the power to end Superboy Prime.

As for Xavier, if you know the comic then you'll know the mutant's answer…

DarkLordZay (Chapter 2): We'll have to find out lol. I don't know, I find it odd that people want me to add Surge just because I mentioned her, I was just following comic pages which happened to have Surge next to X-23.

hellfire45 (Chapter 2): Thanks, and for the girls' who are married or dating, Sue Storm will probably be the easiest as, well, her husband is the one responsible for causing this fiasco in the first place, it wouldn't be hard to figure how that will end lol. For Jean, I think their connection through the Phoenix will be stronger than her connection to Scott.

Strike the Blood (Chapter 2): I know right?!

Silver crow (Chapter 2): Lol, don't worry Galactus nor Thanos will not show up now. Though Sentry is still uncounted for… But yeah, Galactus and Thanos will show up at one point, they're kinda big deals XD.

Considering this is the third chapter, it's still relatively early in the story lol. Though I wanted Isun, more or less under his own power, to handle Prime himself. It would seem kinda like a waste to just have the Beyonder or TOAA to just kill Prime off suddenly. It would kinda cheat Isun's character arc if the Beyonder or TOAA did it for him.

Though the main question would be how Isun gets the Sentry's powers and whether the Void is a factor since that's a dual package.

It's more of Isun never having the chance to actually be himself lol, since he had the League watching over him closely.

Considering his own ventures with Superman and the League, Isun wouldn't be thrilled to have a bunch of humans watching over him even closer than before (at least with the League they kept their distance, plus Kara lol).

C'mon, I know you have someone in mind for the first pairing ;).

Remember the entire New Destiny story happened within the Source Wall (as exposed by Prime at the end) so everything that happened didn't REALLY happen. So, no cure to lead, plus you have to figure: How did Isun Te KNOW about the cure to lead? Mon-El was poisoned by lead and didn't get the cure until Brainiac 5 in the 30th Century.

What did I change about the X-Men?

I figured the Phoenix would be the best bet for Isun to have his last stand (HAH! GET IT!) with Prime, it's an idea I've played a bit before creating this story lol.

Guest (Mdhunter; Chapter 2): Thank you for the kind words, and lol I love the Goku Black comparison.

Cf96 (Chapter 2): Cool.

mdhunter111 (Chapter 2): You and everyone else are on the same page about Prime's fate lol.

-Starchild-

The flames of star fire…

The life-essence of his people raged in his blood, the flurry of his own damnation flamed his heart. This gift from Rao would not be wasted!

He had the one chance in the entire multiverse that not Ion or even the Guardians of Oa could dare phantom: the power to kill Prime.

"I will find you when this is over," the Daxamite declared to the Green Scar. "You will be off Earth by then."

The God-King was threatened more times than he dared to care during his time as a savage. This boy, this alien, was the only true threat that stood in his way.

No, there was one other…

The inferno broke through the Daxamite's steel skin, igniting his entire being into a single flame; a stroke of the Phoenix's master brush, a conduit for its everlasting passion across the universe.

The X-Men had seen many unusual things, even amongst their own kind, and now… it would be no different it seemed. A flame bird with the head of a raptor was torn away from their life-long friend's body, seconds later it merged with this stranger with nary a second thought.

"Jean," Scott Summers quietly cooed, holding his girlfriend close to him. She had begun to return to normal it seemed, standing on her own two feet. "You feeling better?"

The red-haired beauty nodded solemnly, gently removing herself from her boyfriend. Staring absently at the cosmic entity, at the boy their own age, she felt the telepathic pull of its talons, calling her once more.

The possessed Daxamite turned towards the female mutant, his amber eyes devoured by the star flames powering throughout his body. Instinct guided his actions more than sentient thought; the swaying of his head indicated a primal presence within. "This vessel is only temporary for a much larger threat, once it is done, I will return." Facing the Hulk once more, the Daxamite fired a torrent of cosmic fire from his eyes, setting the Jade Giant ablaze as the pained yell roared to the mere mortals in the surrounding area. "Choose your words wisely Xavier, you may join with the rest of your friends if you answer wrong. Though you might deserve a worse fate…"

With a godly screech, the Phoenix possessed Daxamite blasted off into the night sky followed by a blazing trail of cosmic fire. The ruby-haired mutant stepped away from her boyfriend, reaching out towards the falling ashes. Her teacher… kept this from her. Her nightmares when she was girl, that same screech she heard just now, were all stemmed from lies and mistrust.

Jean spoke in a gentle, soft and broken tone. "I've always trusted you Professor. Never questioned you. I had doubts, but I've tried to see what you always dreamt for." Her emerald gaze fell to the defacto leader of the X-Men, wanting to comprehend the lies she had been told. "What did you see in me? The monster or your student?"

Ignoring the rumbles within the X-Mansion, Xavier focused on his prized student. "Only you my dear. I have made many grave mistakes during my life, I will admit, and I had hoped one day I might have atoned for those sins. Sending children to fight in a war against our kind, to save those who would rather burn us at the stakes, is perhaps the greatest sin of my hubris. However, there are many things in this life and the next I cannot understand." The looming shadow of the Green Savage towered from his broken entrance, those piercing gamma eyes radiated over his skin. "And with all my power and knowledge, I have failed everyone: friends, comrades, family, and my enemies." Confronting the Jade Giant squarely, his back towards his life, Xavier continued. "I think you know what my answer would have been. The phrasing of my words wouldn't change the outcome: I would have sent you to space. Until a cure was found."

"Five for five," The God-King uttered. His words were the softest he had spoken. "I just wonder who the monster was to you: Hulk or Banner." One thunderous step forced the X-Men to charge towards the emerald behemoth, save for the staying hand of Professor X. "They would kill themselves to protect you. And you take good advantage of that love and sacrifice."

"And the true monsters are the ones that look most human," Xavier agreed musingly. "I only wanted everyone to sit at the same table, harmony and companionship guiding our lives for endless generations. Now, we have brought war and shattered dreams to our reality." Turning on his left foot, Professor X caught the simple act of Scott Summers walking up to his girlfriend. An act of love and warmth, protecting those closest to him in the simplest manner.

The Hulk saw the same. A man protecting his woman. Comforting her, in defiance of a monster. Even he, the strongest one there was, failed to protect what he loved. Now the cause of his damnation laid at his feet, under his heel.

"I have fought gods, been at their mercy," Seizing the telepathic Homo-Superior around his neck with celestial strength, the Saakarson loomed over his prey. "You are no god. And you will find that out too late, as I was too late for my dead family."

"... I will… not… resist," Xavier managed to wheeze out, his head threatening to collapse upon itself from the immense strength.

"Good answer," the Hulk studied the remaining X-Men, knowing their instinct to protect family. "Call off your dogs or I will not ensure that they will survive." The Green Scar nearly snapped Xavier's neck when he saw them edging towards the pair. "I'm already a monster Xavier, I am not afraid to prove them right."

-Starchild-

A comet of celestial fire soared across the night sky, power that dwarfed gods and rivaled the very fabric aspects of the universe burned Isun's soul with every waking breath. But a power, a gift, a curse, the Daxamite was willing to burden.

His skin crackled from the cosmic fire, indentures of the Phoenix's presence marked the Daxamite of its new host. Guided by the primal force within him, the Daxamite's sentience called from the depths of his psyche, wanting to understand why.

Why…

Why…

Why…

Isun was not sure if he wanted to know any more than what he desired at this moment. Kill Prime. Whether or not he could return to his home universe was something he could worry later. If he cared to return.

"Kara, the being of starfire much like you," the voice of the Phoenix asserted, speaking of its own consciousness for the first time. "You mourn her."

Eyes of starfire kept focused on the impending horizon, as if the Daxamite had not heard the elegant voice.

"Your desire to kill the one who took your love is admirable," the Phoenix continued, her voice soothing yet held a fatale note to it.

"You chose me for a reason," Isun spoke, his tone even and steady. "To finish what my universe supposedly could not." His head cocked to the side, over his shoulder imagining the celestial presence as if next to him. "Everything else, that can be resolved later. For now, you and I have common ground. I do not care about the problems of this universe."

"You have seen much in your time. Countless lives perished, universes collapsing and being reborn, powers that tremble the very fabric across all planes of existence. I can understand why the Sorcerer Supreme would choose someone like you, even if he does not fully understand what he may have unleashed."

Turning his head further to the side, Isun noticed a flickering presence of golden light heading directly for him. Growling in the base of his throat, the current Avatar of the Phoenix had about enough distractions of ending the Infinite Crisis. Too long had he been denied the right of-

Crashing into the Daxamite with enough force to rupture a planet, the sterling golden presence of light knocked Isun into the shattered pits of what remained of New York, rubble and debris raining unceremoniously around him.

-Starchild-

Baxter Building

The Kryptonian watched the events down below unfold, piercing blue eyes unblinking. The scar on his chest reminding him of what his purpose was. What his presence would symbolize. Even if it was taking too long. Why the universe was throwing every possible obstacle in his way, only for him to destroy it later. No one could understand the hell he had seen, been subjugated to-

Pity, he realized, was not something he desired. He would never receive it. No desire for it. Pity would not bring back everything he had lost. Unlike these pitiful fools, he actually had the power to reclaim what was stolen from him.

Only one… final… person… stood in his way.

He had been close to his dreams before, again and again this song and dance would play. Now, however, the final tune had begun its symphony.

Seeing how his guests were left unattended, the Kryptonian faced them. He wasn't sure if he should say anything or left the tension hanging for a bit longer. Since he had entered this universe, Prime had seen events from the past; they were short and not very informing at first, however his presence had begun to acclimate to the time stream allowing a broader window of exploits to enter his psyche.

"How is he?" Prime asked, observing the partially conscious state of Reed Richards. Sue continued her best to provide medical aid to her husband while Jen was left to address the Kryptonian.

Her only retort was a deep scowl.

Prime waved her off, not caring about her attitude towards him. He didn't cause all this to happen. Looking back down below, Prime observed the new person keeping the Daxamite entertained.

-Starchild-

Kicking the golden man squarely in the face, Isun leapt to his feet in enough time to grab the man by his forearms holding him in place.

"Stay out of my way," growled Isun, tightening his grip on his current obstacle. "I'm only here to kill one person unless you want to rest in an unmarked grave too." His strength had soared to astronomical levels, unlike anything he had ever felt before. He slowly began to understand the type of power Prime had always possessed, why Isun himself was scared of him.

No more.

This celestial power was now his to wield.

The golden man grunted and strained to break free from this boy's grasp, however he couldn't. He had never been in such a position before, at least not when he was in the right head space. His own fears and paranoias had always kept him in check, safe from harming those he was trying to protect.

Now not only the world required him, but also his lifelong friend needed him too.

"I'm… I'm the hero," the golden man gritted through clenched teeth, fighting against this godly strength. Angered eyes of the Daxamite widened at this self-declared nonsense this man was spouting. "I can't let you kill my friend; can't let you destroy- "

Rearing his head back, allowing the full weight of his body to pendulum forward once more, Isun smashed his skull against his opponent. The skull of the golden man violently throttled in pain, partially aware that it might've been cracked. The faint warmth of his blood leaking down his face confirming it.

"Shut. Up." demanded Isun, holding onto the man's fists in order to keep him up. Observing the 'S' on the man's belt, looking at the bright yellow outfit he adorned Isun couldn't help but think back to Superman… Or worst yet-

"Look at you, feels good to cut loose. Reveal who you really are," that cursed voice of the Prime Kryptonian mocked him, always too close; a gnat buzzing in his ear. Finally releasing the partially comatose golden man, Isun faced his demons; not only Prime, his sins of guilt, shame, and belittlement of being too weak to protect the one person who gave him purpose in his life.

He would wright those wrongs. For her. Only for her.

"Glad you've accepted the monster that finally surfaced," Prime continued to mock, his smug grin growing too wide for his face. Reminding the Daxamite of the Joker all too eerily. Cerulean eyes gazed upon Isun, subtly shaking his head as he studied him. "I can hardly imagine what Kara could've seen in you… no doubt you used her to cover your insecurities- "

The foundation of New York cracked and rocked violently, whatever remained of its failing structures craned and waned, showers of debris raining upon the few civilians remaining in the city. Newly formed cracks danced feverishly across the ground, the roads lifting and breaking like tectonic plates during an imploring earthquake.

Pain…

His vision slightly blurred, quickly focusing on the sky.

The chilled ground quickly being heated by starflames…

Reaching childishly towards his forehead, feeling the texture of a liquid that he deigned not his own, Superboy Prime noted the trickle of blood trickling down his fingertip. Microseconds crept to nanoseconds finally to picoseconds, his cerulean orbs glazing from the divine fires that enveloped his essence.

Resting his head back on the broken gravel, an amused chuckled escaped him. What followed broke the entirety of New York's foundations, waves of ocean water crashing upon the carcasses of the once grand city, washing away any evidence of its pride. Slamming both his arms against the pavement, Prime pushed himself up easily.

"You're no hero." A thin trail of blood leaked down his otherwise pure skin. "You're cursed. Like me."

"My only curse is you," Isun declared. His heart stirred, there was too much he wanted to say. Yet he knew they would be wasted endeavors. "And I will free myself of you."

"By killing me?" Prime feigned confusion. "Look around you." Lifting his hands theatrically towards the dawning hell around them. "You deem me a monster for the exact same thing you're doing. What they've always done. Yet you cast your stones at me."

Starfire flourished in Isun's eyes, his righteous fury starting to wane on his psyche. "You attacked my home. Killed my people… my family. Destroyed the only salvation I had left. She would have been your only means of surviving the hell I am about to put you through."

Cocking his brow demeaningly at the last sentence Prime resisted any form of amusement. "Then what? Kara will come back to you? You honestly believe that Kara's little boytoy could actually grow a pair- "

A sickening crack echoed throughout the dying city, sharp winds snapping against the Kryptonian's skin as metal and debris smashed against him. Skidding across the Hudson Bay, his body tumbled across the surface of the water, the Kryptonian again halted himself.

Growling in growing agitation of this pest's audacity, balling his fist to finally set this copycat in his place, Superboy Prime's head lurched violently forward dunking his head into the water. The impeding force would've been enough to rupture a star, yet calming powers ceased such events.

Spreading his hands Isun separated the body of water to reveal the immensely satisfying scene of the Prime Kryptonian face-first into the muddied seabed. Descending upon the self-proclaimed deity that slaughtered endless trillions for his own gain, the Phoenix's Avatar landed next to his head.

"For the longest time," Isun started. "I wondered what your endgame was. Besides bringing back your "perfect Earth". You believed yourself to be a hero. And maybe… a long time ago… you were."

Prime steadily pushed himself off the ground, not wanting to look at the bastard's face. "You're cursed. Doesn't change what I said. My Earth was… is… perfect. You couldn't imagine losing that. Life was simple, you knew… what was right and wrong. No tricks. No doubt. Cold is what your universe made us." Facing towards the divine flames of the Phoenix, Prime smirked as blood leaked from his nose. "You are everything I hate. When you die, it will be the best thing that will happen to Kara Zor-El." Eventually pushing himself on his feet, Prime taunted the Daxamite. "Oh yes, Kara existed on my Earth. I didn't remember at first, but now… it was too obvious. She will live and you will die."

Flames of the Phoenix danced around Isun's being, a blanket that shielded him from the coldness of Prime's words. He knew what the teenaged god was doing. The Daxamite was too far gone to listen. "I lost my Kara. Your Kara's not mine." In a moment of pure divine reflex Isun latched his hand around Prime's throat, crushing his trachea. "Your Earth… no one knew it existed. It didn't matter to us when it was destroyed, it didn't affect us in any way. All the people you killed, all the planets you destroyed, the wars you waged." Pulling Prime a hare distance between them, Isun studied the Kryptonian. "You will end as your Earth did; forgotten like faded memories and floating in the void as ash."

Resting his other hand at the back of Prime's neck, the Daxamite began to twist. Ignoring the pained chokes of his prey Isun held steadfast in his devotion to purifying the entities of life by snuffing out its embodiment of death and demise. A human gaze pleaded at the divine being, begging silently to refrain from its holy cause.

Shutting his eyes, letting the fates lay their path, Prime inhaled.

Blood splattered on his chest, desperate wheezing polluting his superhuman hearing. Removing his fist from the Daxamite's sternum Superboy Prime allowed the false god to fall to his knees. His gaze steeled in tempered fury. Grasping upon Isun's brown hair, lifting him to meet his gaze, the Kryptonian frowned darkly. "You had one chance to kill me. I remember that. Not even a Big Bang dealt as much damage to me as in our final fight." Wiping the blood from his nose Prime continued. "You had help surely, of the other "Supermen", one which I killed too. You remember that." Looking down to Isun's chest, observing the flares of cosmic power swirling within, Prime continued. "I remember the look in your eyes as you strangled me. That smoldering hatred for another person, the relief that danced underneath as you pathetically believed you slayed the monster. Only for Superman to come in and save the day." Prime laughed somberly. "A true hero…"

"No one will save you now," Isun observed after strenuous moments passed. "You're alone with me. Cursed to take this to the grave." White flames of cosmic power shot damningly from his eyes, engulfing the Kryptonian fully. Screams and thunder engulfed his senses, before diving into the white flames himself and tackling the Kryptonian. Crushing Superboy Prime in a bearhug, the Phoenix's Avatar launched both of them beyond Earth's reach; massive craters of the moon's destruction rained down to its' mother's care, comets of fire reminding the cosmos of its just dues…

-Starchild-

The cost of salvation…

The price of forgiveness…

The haunting memories of how stained our souls can be in admittance for just vengeance…

Planets crumbled to ash and dust, billions of lives snuffed in the gloriousness of two mortal gods entangled in their crusades. Space was warped, time ceased to exist, and yet…

There was purpose. Not of fate or destiny, or hope.

Crude means of battle and war gave way to conquest of purpose, passion and desperation.

A crusade of ideals…

Roaring with anguished hopeless, no matter how many times he burned him, scorched him, tortured him… He kept getting back up. Knowing what would happen, he got back up.

Just as he did himself.

Panting heavily, stains of his own blood coating his skin, Isun Te gazed past the vast lightyears of the awaiting Kal-El of Earth Prime; crimson eyes of anticipation waiting for him.

How much more of his soul had to be vanquished?

Nothing he did, truly, went to the Daxamite's favor.

"You blame me for your failure," the Phoenix stated, a thin veil of distaste evident in her tone.

"You claimed to have the power to destroy Prime, you came to my body," snapped Isun bitterly. "Yet all I see is death and destruction, except for the one that deserves it!"

"I am a force of nature, not a weapon to be wielded," the Phoenix reprimanded. "YOU abused my power for your own ends, YOU have slaughtered more lives in a matter of moments that I myself would have taken millennia to accomplish. Your failure is your own doing. You seek to destroy the entire universe because of your- "

"ENOUGH!" roared Isun, a celestial flare erupted several neighboring stars. Brief moments of a heavenly glow dissipated to the cold embrace of death. Blood drew from his palms, his arms trembled of a truth he refused to accept. "I am cursed. Like Prime. He is everything like me…" The Daxamite embraced the deadness of space, trying to scavenge of whatever soul he thought he had left. "Kara died because of me. I've… accepted that. I refuse to forgive myself for it. I don't know what Kara would want me to do after all this…"

Prime had not moved since, it was an afterthought to the Daxamite. "My pain is what reminds me that I'm alive. I've been alone for my entire life; my parents watched their child leave our home, my cousin disappeared for years. I could never return home. She reminded me what I had forsaken… She gave me semblance that my decision… my selfishness… had meaning. In that sense, I too reminded her what she had lost… perhaps what she could still salvage."

No more tears for his sins. No more anguish to remorse over. He began to embrace the vast endless cold of space, truly his grave to impart his legacy onto. These last few moments of his life would be the only course of action that Isun Te believed would alleviate his suffering; to make Kara believe that her death… had not been in vain.

One flickering flame dwindled in his soul…

The Kryptonian had not moved… still. A predator waiting for its wounded prey to keel over, taking its prize.

"Surrender yourself," the Phoenix declared. "Your pain, your fear, your regrets… let them burn! And from those ashes you will find your salvation." Soothing flames that once shielded Isun Te from the cold emptiness now coursed back into his body, his skin healing itself from the broken shards of his body, mind and soul. His spirit began to cleanse itself, revitalizing his sense of purpose.

Lowering his hands to his sides, feeling the coursing tides of the celestial fire within his body, Isun Te embraced his heritage; an enlightened patron of the sun and stars, an illuminated fire of intellect, reasoning and rationality. As he closed his eyes, he let all his anguish drain from his psyche. He was no longer weak, he was no longer afraid. He was more than hope, he was more than dreams and aspirations; he was the Last Scion.

Blaring crimson lights greeted him upon his awakening, the scarred 'S' boldly presented to him. The scowl of the teenaged god unfazed him now, truly unfazed him.

"Muttering a little prayer before you die?" inquired Prime condescendingly.

"For you," Isun replied. "I stand by my word then as I do now."

An endless sea of celestial light bathed his eyes, stretching to the ends of known and unknown space-time yet frozen in place. A place where even gods were not worthy of cordial invitation.

An alien, in the truest sense of the word, stood in the room of creation; a white-hot room that felt familiar, like rays of the hottest sun, yet his powers did not fluctuate. Amber eyes focused from hazed blurriness, his hands close to his face.

'Prime- 'Isun's immediate thought provoked him to spin in place-

"Excelsior," the alien was greeted by an old man, within his eyes held decades of wonder and child-like joy. Responding with one solid blink the Daxamite held his place, more curious if- "No tricks in this place, I hate beating around the bush. Kinda ruins the flow of a good story sometimes."

Once more the Daxamite said nothing, keeping an eye on the old man as he gazed around him. "You're the one responsible for… bringing me here," Isun insinuated steadily.

"Being a bit coy, aren't we?" chortled the old man. "It's been a long time since I've talked to anyone, been down with my own kind. It's refreshing to be amongst a true believer."

Furrowing his brow in confusion, Isun focused back on the man. "Explain this to me. All of this."

"There are certain things that would break the suspicion of disbelief," the old man chortled, shaking his head endearingly. "Ruins the atmosphere, but for your sake I can spin a tale or so." Pointing over his shoulder floated the Kryptonian, frozen in mid-air. "Bastard's been givin' you a bit of trouble huh? Haven't peeked over in your multiverse in a while, but- "Glancing towards the teen Kryptonian, pausing for a few seconds, he faced the Daxamite once more. "I think this story's ready for a final conclusion."

Sickness bellowed in his stomach, a feeling that Isun become all too familiar began to flutter upwards. "Just… let me kill him. I'll go back to my own universe- "

Raising his hand to silence the boy, the old man inspected the alien through his dark shades. "Would you want to though? After everything that went down, you tried everything in your power to take down this Superman-wannabe, and here you are. What would they say? What would they do?" Halting in front of the boy, the older man rested a wise hand on his shoulder. "With great power comes a great responsibility. A virtue that I believe you uphold to the highest degree I have ever seen, and not just in my multiverse- "He paused allowing the alien to absorb his words.

Isun shook his head absently, taking a small note of the Phoenix's absence. "Why does it matter to you what I've suffered?"

"Pretty sure you just answered it," the old man answered. "I've lived a long life. I've done everything within my power to ensure that all this would endure once I was ready." His grip on the Daxamite's shoulder strengthened tremendously, shocking the young Isun. "Trust me, old guys like me know to place bets on the underdogs, everyone loves the rising hero." Finally releasing his hold on the young hero, the old man walked towards the Kryptonian. "Besides you made a huge mess back on Earth, I'd expect to at least clean it up."

An audible sound of a snap echoed in the vast cosmic room, the Prime Kryptonian landing soundly on his knees, just as swiftly rising to his knees.

"-the hell- "the Kryptonian keeled over, doubling in sublime pain. Wheezing desperately, a primal fear of his lungs collapsing, Prime glared up at the Kryptonian-ripoff. Roaring in pathetic vain, the Kryptonian attempted to launch himself blindly at his foe; the martial grace of the Daxamite locked the Kryptonian in place, his vast superior strength threatening to crack the Superman-wannabe's bones. Pleading for his release, groveling at the feet of the man he damned, the Daxamite dared to glance one final time at the old man.

Only for him to be gone.

Handling the Kryptonian like a pathetic little child Isun forced Prime to look at him.

Excelsior

True fear, the hopelessness of preventing the inevitable; no matter what, regardless of your strength, you will die.

A being such as this, a mortal god with the mental fortitude of a broken child, was too risky to keep alive. Isun Te knew this. This was the logical choice to make… The right thing…

Broken shaky breaths cut through Isun's thoughts, focusing back on this monster. Any chance he had to kill the Kryptonian… it was taken from him… by Prime himself… or a sick twist of fate.

Now he was alone, with his enemy, in a void of space and time.

The words of the old man called to him, seemingly approving his course of actions. Sliding his hands to Prime's neck, the Daxamite squeezed his throat; panicked thuds of Prime's heart thundered in his fingertips, flashes of the deserted world where the Superman and the Daxamite last encountered Prime.

That fateful day was reborn…

A hushed crackle of flesh barely registered in his ears.

A thunderous crash startled the Daxamite.

At his feet laid the broken shards of a fallen angel; a being who flew too close to the sun…

Only to fall… like any foolish, self-righteous heathen.

"Few mortals have the right to stand in my home," a soothing, lustrous voice dawned from behind. Steadily embracing himself for the Phoenix, Isun's eyes fluxed in surprise to see the ruby-haired girl from the mansion. Except… it wasn't her. Not fully… "This has been a gift for us both, star-fire. You have great power deep within your blood, a type of archaic divinity not unlike my own; I expect our paths to cross very soon."

The sultry look of the divine ruby-haired being did not escape the Daxamite, only for the waving of her hand caused Isun to glance towards the ashes of the Kryptonian, charring him into nothingness.

Not unaware of the Phoenix's choice of her corporal form to be nude, save for the ruby locks of hair covering her breasts, the divine entity sauntered to the alien. Slim fingers danced elegantly along his shoulders, touching the firm, toned muscles of his flesh, the Phoenix wrapped her arms around his neck, her full lips parting for a moment. "A shame that she has chosen another. That I am bound to my fate… yet I dream that the stars may align for us. One day, I pray, is soon."

A/N: Hey guys, hopefully you'll enjoy this new chapter!

Going to leave this one up to you guys, whatcha think?

Honestly I've been debating for the longest time on how to tie this up, and originally it was going to be closer to the Infinity Gauntlet run from the comics but, eh, it would've felt a bit bloated and I figured a more personal ending would've sufficed for Isun Te (since he is, essentially, my most flesh character and one I think most fans are rooting for the most lol).

Nonetheless I hope did enjoy this final part of the Infinity Crisis arc, and best of hope for the young Daxamite!

Harem- (open to suggestions)

Jean Grey, She-Hulk, X-23, Carol Danvers, Storm, Rogue, Emma Frost, Sue Storm, Enchantress, Sif, Red She-Hulk, Wasp, Black Widow, Mary Jane Watson, Scarlet Witch, Maria Hill, Galacta

Power Scale-

Universe to Universe+:

Superboy Prime (Equal to Silver Age Superman)

Scarlet Witch (Full power; House of M)

Isun Te (Imbued with the Phoenix Force)

Multi-Solar System to Multi-Solar System+:

Thanos (Base)

Solar System to Solar System+:

World War Hulk (Base strength)

The Sentry

Isun Te (Earth-1/Post-Crisis era)

Thor

Jean Grey (Phoenix imbued)

Hyperion

She-Hulk

Red-She Hulk