Norman Osborn won the Siege of Asgard with the power of Robert Reynolds. However, that power was turned against him and, eventually, against all of Earth when Robert gave in to the Void one final, tragic time. Leaving behind a broken planet, the void gives back control to Robert, delivering him to a strange new world without his memories.
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Sentry: New World (Overlord/Avengers) [NO AINZ/NAZARICK]
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Prologue: The World's End
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Prologue: The World's End
In the command and control room of the repurposed Avengers Tower. Two men were having a discussion that would unknowingly set into place a series of events that would doom not one world, but countless.
Norman Osborn stood in the center of a large holographic sphere of charts, feeds, and images from all across the globe. His forehead was thick with sweat, and his eyes were narrowed at the man across from him.
His arms were both outstretched, almost moving on their own through the globe, assisted by the open-faced Iron Patriot suit he had stolen from Tony Stark. It's red, white, and blue colors shining in the holographic light that surrounded him.
"Ares, you are the God of War...And we are going to war with Asgard. I need a plan." He said to the God across from him, who had been working with him in secret for the past four years. He didn't ask for help. He commanded, even to a God like Ares.
But Ares took no offense at this. They agreed on many things, not just as God and Man, but as two who lived in war. Bathed in it. Drowned in it. All the scheming and Bloodshed made Ares Stronger. War and violence in any form empowered him, and right now, he felt invincible.
However, Ares's connection with Asgard was strong, giving him hesitation. The hesitation turned quickly into rejection after weighing the odds.
"No. I will not go to war against the Asgardian Gods. And I will stop you from trying. Respectfully." Ares said with some concern for the man he had allied with.
Norman would not relent, though, being almost as strong-willed as the God himself.
"But Ares, Thor is no longer here. Odin, his father, is gone. And our intel, our very good intel, says with absolute certainty that Thor's brother-" Norman spoke, but was cut off by Ares.
"Loki."
"-Has taken hold of Asgard. It is under the control of a madman, and it shouldn't even be on Earth in the first place."
Ares grit his teeth, feeling suspicion build in his chest.
"This is not the fight of mortal men." He warned.
Norman fired back an already formed rebuttal.
"Then why is Asgard here in the mortal world?"
Ares went silent, not able to argue against the man's words, but not willing to concede the point he had been slowly losing ground on.
Norman looked down at him from where he hovered in his holographic sphere, waving his arm and dispelling the sphere.
"Ares. If not us...Then who?" He asked, pushing the point home.
In the world you know, Ares considered Norman Osborn's question and agreed to join his crusade, but reality is no mere straight line, but rather a Spider's Web, a road with an infinite number of others branching off and forking at every second.
So, consider if Ares had not made this choice. Consider what would have happened had he trusted his instincts instead of Osborn and his lies?
Ares leaned forward in his seat.
"If you're lying, I will cut off your head. Armor and all." He promised, giving Osborn the thought that he might soon be convinced.
Then Ares shifted in his seat. Something about this wasn't right. Something smelled fishy. It reeked of someone else's hands.
Ares, though brutish, was not stupid. You don't live that long as the God of War without having a healthy dose of skepticism, especially when things begin to feel forced.
He stood up to his full height, even taller than Osborn in his suit. One word.
"Who?"
Norman's eyes narrowed. His metallic fists are clenching.
"From who did you get this intel from?"
Norman's face went taut. His voice darkened, and he began to get angry.
"That's...That information is classified." Norman responded. It seemed that their comradeship was coming to a swift end.
Anger of equal proportions, mixed with disdain-filled Ares's eyes, and he said one last thing.
"Your tongue lies, but your face does not. And did I not promise what would happen should you lie to me?" Ares spoke, stepping forward. His sword appeared in his left hand, war axe in the other. His bulging Godly muscles capable of crushing planets to dust, tensed and ready to destroy the foolish mortal before him.
"I said I will cut off your head, Armor and all!"
But in his rage, Ares forgot that Norman Osborn had an ally with the powers to match a god blow for blow and then destroy them.
Robert Reynolds. The Sentry.
Like a comet striking the Earth, a blue and gold fist struck his jaw, and Ares spat out blood as he was hammered into the wall across the room.
The golden Sentry floated over to Ares.
"Norman warned you. You just had to do what you were told." The sentry leaned down, picking the barely conscious Ares by the neck, lifting him up face to face. Ares's groggy voice barely sounded over a whisper.
"You. Always you. Why can't you just let it be, Sentry?"
"I don't answer dead men, nor dead Gods," Robert said, his golden eyes burning as his powers tossed his golden hair about in waves of golden light.
"Noooo!" Ares shouted, but the Sentry brought back his fist one last time.
"Die." He said, then released his punch. His fist shattered Ares's skull, splashing brain matter and blood against the wall behind him. His helmet warped and shattered as shards embedded into the wall.
It was a fact both deliberate and ironic since -as you know- it was Norman Osborn who ordered the assassin Bullseye to murder Robert's wife, Mrs. Reynolds. Unbeknownst to Robert, who would do anything for him.
In your reality, Ares' death came later in the field of battle.
The exertion required by The Sentry to kill a God was considerable, and given the circumstances, left him vulnerable. Weakened and ultimately defeatable. But what if he hadn't been?
What if he had killed Ares today, as you have just witnessed?
Does that not beg the question... What if Norman Osborn won the Siege of Asgard?
Some time later, the golden land of Asgard was burning. It's warriors dying in the streets, and The Sentry was let loose.
The heroes brought by Iron Man, Captain America, and others were quickly being snuffed out. Killed by the dozens.
Rested and in full control of his powers, The Sentry, as the tip of Osborn's spear, as well as Osborn's forces, overran Asgard and its allies.
Reynolds easily overpowers man...
The Sentry ran his open hand through Luke Cage's chest, tearing his heart out and crushing it like a grape. Luke Cage fell to the burning ground, pain and anger in his face. Helpless to resist.
Thunder rolled across the heavens, and lightning flashed in forks across the sky.
"Sentry!" Thor, in a Berserker's rage, shot down from the sky, furious as a God could be. Thunder, rain, and lightning lashed the world, but Sentry stood tall in the face of the God before him.
SHHNK
Sentry's hand, coated in a golden energy like a thin blade, Sliced Thor's hammer-wielding arm off. Then, he took his other arm and ran it through Thor's face with another blade.
Thor had died. His body hung limply on Sentry's arm.
And God alike..
The losses were devastating...
And demoralizing.
"Cap! Look out!" Jessica Drew's shouted warning came too late, as Sentry ripped Captain America's shield arm off, then decapitated him with his own shield.
"Steve!" Mrs. Marvel fell to her knees in despair.
"Just kill me." Jessica had lost all hope.
"I was going to regardless," Sentry said, his eyes glowing a dark red, and he tore her head and spine from her body.
With their spirit broken, it was just a matter of time before their flesh would soon follow. Nearby, Venom devoured the defeated Peter Parker, ripping his face open with his teeth, devouring his flesh.
Of course, eventually. Reinforcements arrived, but they were far too few and too late. Heroes fell from the sky like rain as the Sentry massacred thousands of men and women alike. In a day that would be long remembered...
As the day that Evil Won.
The Sentry killed countless people that day, before none were left but him on the bloody, burning Asgard.
The Fantastic Four were murdered at the hands of Sentry. When I say everyone there died. I mean it.
On Utopia, the Island of Mutants, Loki, Dr. Doom, and Emma Frost stood waiting with Beast.
"So you're saying he'll just come here to talk?" Emma Frost looked to Loki with incredulous blue eyes.
Bullseye lay on the ground having just been laid out by Namor.
"Yes," Dr. Doom replied.
"You sound pretty sure." Emma Frost replied, still not understanding why.
"I am sure." Dr. Doom said simply.
"Why? How?"
"Because, my sweetness... Convincing people is what I do." Loki interjected.
And just like that, Sentry appeared in a flash of golden light, calm and unfazed.
Bullseye, on the ground, started laughing.
"You're all dead." He laughed, spitting out blood.
"Kill 'em, Bobby. Kill 'em Dead...But save Frosties' girly parts. I got use for those.." Bullseye coughed out, getting up and clutching his jaw.
Loki, unperturbed, spoke again.
"There he is, Robert. The man who killed your family." Loki smiled from next to him.
Robert looked down at Bullseye.
Bullseye froze.
"Don't believe him, Robert." He said quickly, fear lacing his voice.
"You can believe me, Robert." Loki's smooth voice and smiling face were what greeted Robert as he turned his head.
"He's a liar. He's the fucking god of liars. He's the definition of who not to believe." Bullseye sputtered out.
But it was too late.
Emma Frost walked to the sentry.
"You should know whose side you've been fighting on." She said softly, taking Sentry's face in her slim, soft hands. Gently, she brought her eye to his.
He let her do so. The two had a long history. Robert trusted her...But the Void didn't.
"Why would he kill Lindy?" Sentry asked, darkness filling his eyes.
"Why do you do anything, Mr. Reynolds? Because Norman Osborn ordered him to." She said.
Bullseye screamed, "It's nothing but a crock of shit!"
"You don't have to believe me, Robert. I can share his thoughts with you." Emma said, gently moving his gaze from the bullseye back to her.
"It's shit, Reynolds, she's a lying bitch! They're all a bunch of fucking liars!" Bullseye was frantically trying to get up, but kept being forced down by Namor.
Bob's face contorted, and then all warmth drained from the room. As Emma Frost prepared to enter his mind. Robert, towering over her, raised his massive right arm, fist clenched. His eyes turned black.
"No.." Emma Frost whispered, stepping backwards.
With a wet splat, Sentry brought his fist down upon her head.
Her body, as if crushed by a trash compactor, bone, flesh, and all, became nothing but a stain on the ground.
Bullseye, thinking Sentry had taken his side, smiled. However, the smile was short-lived.
Sentry shot his arm through Bullseye's chest.
Then everything went black.
What happened next was like a dam bursting.
Emma Frost, Namor, von Doom, and Loki-The remaining members of the group that had begun as the Cabal- Had miscalculated. They thought that revealing Norman's betrayal would, in turn, convince Reynolds to betray Norman..
But all it did was push Robert Reynolds over the Precipice of insanity, which he always teetered on. He ceded control to the Void-The Angel of Death- for the final, tragic time.
In a burst of red, yellow, and orange light, the black form of the Void revealed itself. A cosmic force of evil. Of darkness. Dozens of meters long and tall, it was a black humanoid with dozens of long, slithering tentacles of black energy waving around it. The only color on it was its twelve burning red eyes, like those of a vicious spider.
Heroes, villains, and even Gods fell before Reynold's might..
So what hope did mere men and their machines have?
For that matter...What hope did the world have?
Planes, Heli carriers, and missiles were torn from the air and obliterated. Navies and armies were like toy army men in a hurricane.
What chance did the world have?
None at all..
With nothing and no one left to keep the Void in check, it ran rampant over the Earth. Eventually, taking to the stars, leaving behind a shattered, dead world.
Of course. I took no action in these events.
My charge-and sometimes my curse is to honor my vow of noninterference in the face of the apocalypse itself.
I did nothing. Save, wait, and watch..
That is my purpose as a Watcher.
A blonde-haired man groaned as he woke up. The feeling of straw and a rough blanket over him gave him his first feeling of life.
His bulging muscles on his bare arms were the first thing he saw as he pulled the blanket off him.
"Where am I? " He muttered groggily, wiping the blurriness from his eyes.
The sound of someone moving nearby startled him. Flashing images of what seemed like a nightmare still filled his head, dancing and parading through it.
A young lady walked into the room. She looked to be in her teenage years, with sandy blonde hair and large brown eyes. She had on a brown dress with a white stripe across her chest.
"Are you awake, mister? You gave us quite a fright barreling in from the sky into the village square." She asked, and the man shook his head slowly to disperse his fractured memories and regain his concentration.
"I think I'm awake." He mumbled. His long blonde hair swished as he turned his head around the room. It was simple, with stone and wooden walls. Likely somewhere in a rural area of some faraway country.
"That's good. Here, have some warm milk and some cookies. I made these with my sister." The young lady said, picking up a small fired clay plate full of small, crumbling cookies. A mug of warm milk in her other hand.
She walked over to the small straw mattress on the floor where the man had slept, then knelt down next to him and handed him the mug. She was slim, with little fat, unlike so many of the people he saw day to day back home.
Home... Where was his home?
He didn't remember. It was as if something had sealed away his memories. Everything seemed to be slowly closing in on itself in his head, leaving him with nothing but his name.
Robert Reynolds.
In the command and control room of the repurposed Avengers Tower. Two men were having a discussion that would unknowingly set into place a series of events that would doom not one world, but countless.
Norman Osborn stood in the center of a large holographic sphere of charts, feeds, and images from all across the globe. His forehead was thick with sweat, and his eyes were narrowed at the man across from him.
His arms were both outstretched, almost moving on their own through the globe, assisted by the open-faced Iron Patriot suit he had stolen from Tony Stark. It's red, white, and blue colors shining in the holographic light that surrounded him.
"Ares, you are the God of War...And we are going to war with Asgard. I need a plan." He said to the God across from him, who had been working with him in secret for the past four years. He didn't ask for help. He commanded, even to a God like Ares.
But Ares took no offense at this. They agreed on many things, not just as God and Man, but as two who lived in war. Bathed in it. Drowned in it. All the scheming and Bloodshed made Ares Stronger. War and violence in any form empowered him, and right now, he felt invincible.
However, Ares's connection with Asgard was strong, giving him hesitation. The hesitation turned quickly into rejection after weighing the odds.
"No. I will not go to war against the Asgardian Gods. And I will stop you from trying. Respectfully." Ares said with some concern for the man he had allied with.
Norman would not relent, though, being almost as strong-willed as the God himself.
"But Ares, Thor is no longer here. Odin, his father, is gone. And our intel, our very good intel, says with absolute certainty that Thor's brother-" Norman spoke, but was cut off by Ares.
"Loki."
"-Has taken hold of Asgard. It is under the control of a madman, and it shouldn't even be on Earth in the first place."
Ares grit his teeth, feeling suspicion build in his chest.
"This is not the fight of mortal men." He warned.
Norman fired back an already formed rebuttal.
"Then why is Asgard here in the mortal world?"
Ares went silent, not able to argue against the man's words, but not willing to concede the point he had been slowly losing ground on.
Norman looked down at him from where he hovered in his holographic sphere, waving his arm and dispelling the sphere.
"Ares. If not us...Then who?" He asked, pushing the point home.
In the world you know, Ares considered Norman Osborn's question and agreed to join his crusade, but reality is no mere straight line, but rather a Spider's Web, a road with an infinite number of others branching off and forking at every second.
So, consider if Ares had not made this choice. Consider what would have happened had he trusted his instincts instead of Osborn and his lies?
Ares leaned forward in his seat.
"If you're lying, I will cut off your head. Armor and all." He promised, giving Osborn the thought that he might soon be convinced.
Then Ares shifted in his seat. Something about this wasn't right. Something smelled fishy. It reeked of someone else's hands.
Ares, though brutish, was not stupid. You don't live that long as the God of War without having a healthy dose of skepticism, especially when things begin to feel forced.
He stood up to his full height, even taller than Osborn in his suit. One word.
"Who?"
Norman's eyes narrowed. His metallic fists are clenching.
"From who did you get this intel from?"
Norman's face went taut. His voice darkened, and he began to get angry.
"That's...That information is classified." Norman responded. It seemed that their comradeship was coming to a swift end.
Anger of equal proportions, mixed with disdain-filled Ares's eyes, and he said one last thing.
"Your tongue lies, but your face does not. And did I not promise what would happen should you lie to me?" Ares spoke, stepping forward. His sword appeared in his left hand, war axe in the other. His bulging Godly muscles capable of crushing planets to dust, tensed and ready to destroy the foolish mortal before him.
"I said I will cut off your head, Armor and all!"
But in his rage, Ares forgot that Norman Osborn had an ally with the powers to match a god blow for blow and then destroy them.
Robert Reynolds. The Sentry.
Like a comet striking the Earth, a blue and gold fist struck his jaw, and Ares spat out blood as he was hammered into the wall across the room.
The golden Sentry floated over to Ares.
"Norman warned you. You just had to do what you were told." The sentry leaned down, picking the barely conscious Ares by the neck, lifting him up face to face. Ares's groggy voice barely sounded over a whisper.
"You. Always you. Why can't you just let it be, Sentry?"
"I don't answer dead men, nor dead Gods," Robert said, his golden eyes burning as his powers tossed his golden hair about in waves of golden light.
"Noooo!" Ares shouted, but the Sentry brought back his fist one last time.
"Die." He said, then released his punch. His fist shattered Ares's skull, splashing brain matter and blood against the wall behind him. His helmet warped and shattered as shards embedded into the wall.
It was a fact both deliberate and ironic since -as you know- it was Norman Osborn who ordered the assassin Bullseye to murder Robert's wife, Mrs. Reynolds. Unbeknownst to Robert, who would do anything for him.
In your reality, Ares' death came later in the field of battle.
The exertion required by The Sentry to kill a God was considerable, and given the circumstances, left him vulnerable. Weakened and ultimately defeatable. But what if he hadn't been?
What if he had killed Ares today, as you have just witnessed?
Does that not beg the question... What if Norman Osborn won the Siege of Asgard?
Some time later, the golden land of Asgard was burning. It's warriors dying in the streets, and The Sentry was let loose.
The heroes brought by Iron Man, Captain America, and others were quickly being snuffed out. Killed by the dozens.
Rested and in full control of his powers, The Sentry, as the tip of Osborn's spear, as well as Osborn's forces, overran Asgard and its allies.
Reynolds easily overpowers man...
The Sentry ran his open hand through Luke Cage's chest, tearing his heart out and crushing it like a grape. Luke Cage fell to the burning ground, pain and anger in his face. Helpless to resist.
Thunder rolled across the heavens, and lightning flashed in forks across the sky.
"Sentry!" Thor, in a Berserker's rage, shot down from the sky, furious as a God could be. Thunder, rain, and lightning lashed the world, but Sentry stood tall in the face of the God before him.
SHHNK
Sentry's hand, coated in a golden energy like a thin blade, Sliced Thor's hammer-wielding arm off. Then, he took his other arm and ran it through Thor's face with another blade.
Thor had died. His body hung limply on Sentry's arm.
And God alike..
The losses were devastating...
And demoralizing.
"Cap! Look out!" Jessica Drew's shouted warning came too late, as Sentry ripped Captain America's shield arm off, then decapitated him with his own shield.
"Steve!" Mrs. Marvel fell to her knees in despair.
"Just kill me." Jessica had lost all hope.
"I was going to regardless," Sentry said, his eyes glowing a dark red, and he tore her head and spine from her body.
With their spirit broken, it was just a matter of time before their flesh would soon follow. Nearby, Venom devoured the defeated Peter Parker, ripping his face open with his teeth, devouring his flesh.
Of course, eventually. Reinforcements arrived, but they were far too few and too late. Heroes fell from the sky like rain as the Sentry massacred thousands of men and women alike. In a day that would be long remembered...
As the day that Evil Won.
The Sentry killed countless people that day, before none were left but him on the bloody, burning Asgard.
The Fantastic Four were murdered at the hands of Sentry. When I say everyone there died. I mean it.
On Utopia, the Island of Mutants, Loki, Dr. Doom, and Emma Frost stood waiting with Beast.
"So you're saying he'll just come here to talk?" Emma Frost looked to Loki with incredulous blue eyes.
Bullseye lay on the ground having just been laid out by Namor.
"Yes," Dr. Doom replied.
"You sound pretty sure." Emma Frost replied, still not understanding why.
"I am sure." Dr. Doom said simply.
"Why? How?"
"Because, my sweetness... Convincing people is what I do." Loki interjected.
And just like that, Sentry appeared in a flash of golden light, calm and unfazed.
Bullseye, on the ground, started laughing.
"You're all dead." He laughed, spitting out blood.
"Kill 'em, Bobby. Kill 'em Dead...But save Frosties' girly parts. I got use for those.." Bullseye coughed out, getting up and clutching his jaw.
Loki, unperturbed, spoke again.
"There he is, Robert. The man who killed your family." Loki smiled from next to him.
Robert looked down at Bullseye.
Bullseye froze.
"Don't believe him, Robert." He said quickly, fear lacing his voice.
"You can believe me, Robert." Loki's smooth voice and smiling face were what greeted Robert as he turned his head.
"He's a liar. He's the fucking god of liars. He's the definition of who not to believe." Bullseye sputtered out.
But it was too late.
Emma Frost walked to the sentry.
"You should know whose side you've been fighting on." She said softly, taking Sentry's face in her slim, soft hands. Gently, she brought her eye to his.
He let her do so. The two had a long history. Robert trusted her...But the Void didn't.
"Why would he kill Lindy?" Sentry asked, darkness filling his eyes.
"Why do you do anything, Mr. Reynolds? Because Norman Osborn ordered him to." She said.
Bullseye screamed, "It's nothing but a crock of shit!"
"You don't have to believe me, Robert. I can share his thoughts with you." Emma said, gently moving his gaze from the bullseye back to her.
"It's shit, Reynolds, she's a lying bitch! They're all a bunch of fucking liars!" Bullseye was frantically trying to get up, but kept being forced down by Namor.
Bob's face contorted, and then all warmth drained from the room. As Emma Frost prepared to enter his mind. Robert, towering over her, raised his massive right arm, fist clenched. His eyes turned black.
"No.." Emma Frost whispered, stepping backwards.
With a wet splat, Sentry brought his fist down upon her head.
Her body, as if crushed by a trash compactor, bone, flesh, and all, became nothing but a stain on the ground.
Bullseye, thinking Sentry had taken his side, smiled. However, the smile was short-lived.
Sentry shot his arm through Bullseye's chest.
Then everything went black.
What happened next was like a dam bursting.
Emma Frost, Namor, von Doom, and Loki-The remaining members of the group that had begun as the Cabal- Had miscalculated. They thought that revealing Norman's betrayal would, in turn, convince Reynolds to betray Norman..
But all it did was push Robert Reynolds over the Precipice of insanity, which he always teetered on. He ceded control to the Void-The Angel of Death- for the final, tragic time.
In a burst of red, yellow, and orange light, the black form of the Void revealed itself. A cosmic force of evil. Of darkness. Dozens of meters long and tall, it was a black humanoid with dozens of long, slithering tentacles of black energy waving around it. The only color on it was its twelve burning red eyes, like those of a vicious spider.
Heroes, villains, and even Gods fell before Reynold's might..
So what hope did mere men and their machines have?
For that matter...What hope did the world have?
Planes, Heli carriers, and missiles were torn from the air and obliterated. Navies and armies were like toy army men in a hurricane.
What chance did the world have?
None at all..
With nothing and no one left to keep the Void in check, it ran rampant over the Earth. Eventually, taking to the stars, leaving behind a shattered, dead world.
Of course. I took no action in these events.
My charge-and sometimes my curse is to honor my vow of noninterference in the face of the apocalypse itself.
I did nothing. Save, wait, and watch..
That is my purpose as a Watcher.
A blonde-haired man groaned as he woke up. The feeling of straw and a rough blanket over him gave him his first feeling of life.
His bulging muscles on his bare arms were the first thing he saw as he pulled the blanket off him.
"Where am I? " He muttered groggily, wiping the blurriness from his eyes.
The sound of someone moving nearby startled him. Flashing images of what seemed like a nightmare still filled his head, dancing and parading through it.
A young lady walked into the room. She looked to be in her teenage years, with sandy blonde hair and large brown eyes. She had on a brown dress with a white stripe across her chest.
"Are you awake, mister? You gave us quite a fright barreling in from the sky into the village square." She asked, and the man shook his head slowly to disperse his fractured memories and regain his concentration.
"I think I'm awake." He mumbled. His long blonde hair swished as he turned his head around the room. It was simple, with stone and wooden walls. Likely somewhere in a rural area of some faraway country.
"That's good. Here, have some warm milk and some cookies. I made these with my sister." The young lady said, picking up a small fired clay plate full of small, crumbling cookies. A mug of warm milk in her other hand.
She walked over to the small straw mattress on the floor where the man had slept, then knelt down next to him and handed him the mug. She was slim, with little fat, unlike so many of the people he saw day to day back home.
Home... Where was his home?
He didn't remember. It was as if something had sealed away his memories. Everything seemed to be slowly closing in on itself in his head, leaving him with nothing but his name.
Robert Reynolds.
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