X-Force: Beyond Omega

Aron watched as Magik trembled, her body wracked with the remnants of Apocalypse's influence. He narrowed his eyes, his golden irises flashing with power. "Enough," he murmured, extending his hand toward her. With a mere thought, he reached into her mind, severing the psychic link Apocalypse had embedded deep within her consciousness. The moment the connection broke, Magik gasped sharply before her body went limp. Aron caught her before she hit the ground.

"You fought well," he said softly, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair from her face. "But you were fighting the wrong battle."

He placed his palm on her forehead, absorbing the enhancements Apocalypse had forced upon her and a bit of her mutation. The demonic corruption in her power dimmed, leaving only her natural abilities intact. Her armor flickered before vanishing completely, her sword dissolving into harmless motes of energy.

Aron opened a portal beneath her, just as he had done with X-23. "Get some rest. You'll wake up somewhere safe." Magik's unconscious form slipped through the rift, vanishing to the X-Mansion.

Now, he had only one thing left to do.

He turned his gaze to the crumbling corridors, his senses following the trail of raw power. The residual energy of Apocalypse was like a beacon, leading him straight to the source.

With a flick of his wrist, the air shimmered around him. Space twisted, folding in on itself, and in an instant, he was gone.

Aron stood at the entrance of an enormous tomb, its structure crumbling yet still exuding an aura of immense power. The walls bore inscriptions in a long-forgotten language, detailing the rise of the first mutant—Apocalypse. 'How the heck did these insane retards dug this up and shifted it underground? Must have used some kind of space shift or teleportation. Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore.'

There he was...

Apocalypse stood there before his tomb. His blue skin glowed faintly beneath the flickering light, and his armor, an intricate design of Celestial technology, pulsed with unreadable energy. His eyes, like molten silver, locked onto Aron with a mixture of curiosity and recognition.

At his feet lay a shriveled husk of a once-living being. A grotesque mutant, with tentacles and grotesque features—Sugarman. His body was unnaturally shriveled, his skin clinging to his bones as if every ounce of life had been drained from him.

Aron studied the scene, his expression unreadable. "Feeding off your own kind now?" he remarked.

Apocalypse tilted his head slightly. "He was weak," he stated, his voice deep and resonant. "But his knowledge was useful. He knew much of this era, of the chaos that brews beneath the surface. Now, his purpose is fulfilled."

Aron exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "And what is your purpose, En Sabah Nur? To test the strong? To purge the weak? The same tired ideology you've clung to for millennia?"

Apocalypse's lips curled into a smirk. "You speak as if you do not understand, yet you wield power far beyond mortal comprehension. You, too, must see it... Only the strongest should inherit the future. Those who are too weak to survive must be purged, that the strong may survive."

Aron chuckled softly. "It's always the same song and dance with you," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I guess I can't fault you for your consistency."

His golden irises flashed with power as he extended his hand toward Apocalypse. He could feel the endless power trapped within Apocalypse's body and if he could absorb the power of the First Mutant, then his power would evolve to another level. And if he counts his Phoenix Force and Death Aura, plus the Space Stone's power, there wasn't anyone on Earth or some other realms capable of stopping him other than those broken gag characters from upper verses.

"I can feel it... So much power in that ancient body of yours... HAND IT ALL OVER TO ME!" Aron roared as he unleashed the full might of his telekinesis, blasting everything away.

But Apocalypse, still weak, has enough power to blink out of the way. He reappeared far into the sky, looking down at the destruction around him.

Bamf! Aron too was there, floating right in front of him.

"You can not outrun me. You can not hide from me. Your powers are MINE!" Aron roared as he thrust his arms forward. A powerful blast of kinetic energy shot towards Apocalypse. It smashed into his invisible barrier, pushing him back further and further, until he finally came to a halt.

Apocalypse looked at his assailant, his expression calm and calculating.

"Impressive... Telekinesis and Kinetic energy manipulation at this level is almost unheard of. However... it is not enough." His voice was deep and resonant, filled with authority and conviction. He raised his hand, his palm facing outward, and began to gather energy. A ball of light formed in his hand, growing brighter and brighter with each passing second.

Apocalypse smirked as the ball of energy in his palm expanded, crackling with raw, ancient power. Aron could feel it. There was a shift in the air, a disturbance in the very essence of the battlefield. Something was changing.

Then, it hit him.

The mutants below, those twisted remnants of the past, the forgotten ones, were being drained. Their bodies convulsed, their screams cut short as their very life essence was pulled from them. Their flesh withered, their bones cracked and turned to dust, and in an instant, dozens of mutants, proto-mutants, ancient beings from a forgotten time—were gone.

All of their power, their evolutionary potential, their raw mutations—Apocalypse was taking it all for himself.

Aron's eyes narrowed as Apocalypse's form shifted. His muscles expanded, his armor pulsed with renewed strength, his once-dull aura now radiating with pure, unrestrained dominance. His glowing silver eyes burned with newfound energy, and his voice deepened with satisfaction.

"Yes... this is what I was missing." Apocalypse flexed his fingers, testing his newly regained strength. "This is the power of the first... The true ruler of mutant-kind. You have done well, Aron. By forcing my hand, you have allowed me to reach my true potential once more."

Aron clicked his tongue, annoyed. "Oh, great. You just got an upgrade. I love when that happens."

Apocalypse grinned. "Do not mistake this for mere enhancement. I am not simply stronger. I am complete."

Aron barely spared him another look before snapping his fingers. Space shifted, and in an instant, every one of his allies vanished in bursts of blue light, teleported straight back to the X-Mansion. "Jean's gonna be pissed," He muttered to himself.

Apocalypse chuckled. "A noble effort. You seek to protect the weak. Admirable, but pointless. They would have perished regardless." He gestured toward the ruined battlefield below. "Now, only you remain. As it should be."

Aron cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders as if loosening up for a warm-up. His golden eyes gleamed with raw power, the sheer force of his energy distorting the very air around him. "Complete, huh?" he mused, tilting his head. "Then I guess this is gonna be fun."

Apocalypse didn't wait. With a mere flick of his wrist, the air around them ruptured as an unseen force slammed into Aron like a tidal wave. The kinetic blast was enough to level mountains, but Aron merely raised his hand, dispersing the energy with ease.

"That all?" Aron smirked, his voice dripping with mockery.

Apocalypse's eyes narrowed. His body flickered, disappearing in a burst of speed beyond human comprehension. A split second later, he reappeared behind Aron, his massive fist crashing toward his skull.

BANG!

The shockwave from the impact sent violent ripples through the sky, tearing apart the very clouds.

But Aron hadn't moved.

The blow had landed but it hadn't done a damn thing.

Aron's head remained perfectly still, completely unfazed by the sheer force behind the strike. He absorbed the impact with Shaw's mutation. His smirk widened.

"Yeah, no. That didn't even tickle. Try harder."

He flicked his finger and instantly a burst of energy erupted at almost point blank, sending Apocalypse hurtling through the sky like a ragdoll. He barely managed to stabilize himself before Aron was already on him, appearing in front of him with a casual wave.

A shockwave burst from his palm, sending Apocalypse crashing into the ground below, creating a crater miles wide.

Aron descended slowly, his hands in his pockets. "Man, I was expecting more. That new power-up should've made this more interesting."

Suddenly, the rubble beneath him shifted. The entire battlefield trembled as Apocalypse emerged from the crater, his armor glowing with Celestial energy, his body regenerating at an unnatural rate.

"You underestimate me," Apocalypse growled, his voice layered with something deeper—something ancient.

With a roar, he extended his arms, and the very ground beneath them shifted. Reality bent. Space warped.

The battlefield was no longer just a desolate wasteland. It had transformed into something different—a void of infinite darkness, with stars blinking in and out of existence, as if they were in the very fabric of the multiverse itself.

Aron raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I'll admit, that's pretty cool."

Apocalypse's body crackled with newfound energy. His voice echoed, carrying the weight of thousands of years of dominance.

"You are powerful, but you lack understanding. Power is not about arrogance or amusement. It is about dominion. Control. And I…" His form began to grow, his body expanding to near-godlike proportions, his aura reaching across dimensions. "...AM CONTROL."

Aron sighed, shaking his head. "I really, really hate when villains go on monologues."

In an instant, he vanished... no movement, no teleportation... just gone.

Apocalypse's enhanced eyes barely registered the movement before—BOOM!

A devastating flaming fist buried itself into Apocalypse's face, sending him flying at impossible speeds, colliding through one dimension after another. His massive form tore through the void like a comet, shattering the space between realities.

Aron appeared above him, already waiting.

"You're not the only one who can break reality," he said with a grin.

His eyes glowed with a blue hur and suddenly, the very concept of distance twisted. Apocalypse, still flying uncontrollably, found himself pulled back toward Aron as if space had betrayed him.

SLAM!

Aron's knee, covered in unbreakable ice and organic metal, crashed into Apocalypse's gut.

"GAAGHHHH!" Apocalypse coughed up blood, his glowing eyes flickering in shock. "You—!"

BAM!

Aron spun, delivering a backhanded strike that sent him hurtling down once more.

CRASH!

He collided with a floating chunk of reality, shattering it into fragments of cosmic dust.

Aron slowly descended, cracking his knuckles. "C'mon, En Sabah Nur. You were talking all that good shit a second ago."

Apocalypse wiped the blood from his mouth, his expression twisted with frustration and something he rarely felt—uncertainty.

"How…?" he muttered. "How do you possess such power?"

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