Spider-Man 0X

Ch: 217 [The Darkhold vs The Book of Vishanti]

AN: Fast-paced action. Didn't want to drag the fight more than necessary. Words: over 2k. Those who are reading this on Novelbin or any of its sub sites, they are fucking cucks.

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The corrupted Wanda's eyes narrowed as the dark power of the Darkhold surged out to counter the radiance of the Book of the Vishanti. Tendrils of shadowy energy twisted from the ancient tome, clashing with the golden beams. The Mirror Dimension shuddered, its boundaries struggling to contain the clashing forces of light and dark.

The corrupted Wanda smirked, raising her hands to guide the Darkhold's chaos magic into a swirling vortex. "You think a little light can stop me?" she taunted. With a flick of her wrist, she released a barrage of dark energy, each bolt crackling with malevolent force as it hurtled toward Wanda.

Wanda, holding the Book of the Vishanti steady, extended her other hand, and a shimmering shield of golden energy blossomed in front of her, deflecting the attacks. Each dark blast sizzled against the shield, sending ripples of power through the air. Wanda winced, feeling the strain, but held firm.

"You've lost your way," Wanda said, her voice calm yet powerful, resonating through the dimension. "But I can still save you."

The corrupted Wanda snarled, dismissing her words with a sneer. "Save me? I've never felt stronger in my life! And you—" She raised her hand, summoning a dark whirlwind that coiled around her like a living storm. "You're still holding back! You could have finished me by now, but instead, you're playing the hero."

A flicker of pain crossed Wanda's face, but her resolve held. "I'm fighting for the both of us," she replied, pressing her fingers against the Book of the Vishanti, calling forth a powerful incantation. Golden tendrils of light flowed from the pages, wrapping around her hands and arms, intensifying the glow around her. She aimed her palms at her corrupted self, releasing a beam of light so intense it seemed to pierce through the darkness itself.

The corrupted Wanda screamed as the light tore through her dark defenses, momentarily weakening the power of the Darkhold. She staggered, but quickly recovered, clutching the cursed tome with renewed fury.

"Enough!" the corrupted Wanda roared, her voice echoing like thunder. She raised the Darkhold high, and the book responded with a sinister hum, releasing a pulse of energy that sent cracks racing through the mirrored ground around them. Reality itself seemed to tremble as she called on the depths of chaos magic, merging it with the dimension, forcing the Mirror Dimension to ripple and distort.

Wanda watched with grim determination. She tightened her grip on the Book of the Vishanti, grounding herself as the energy around them twisted and turned. She glanced down at the golden tome, a fleeting look of hesitation crossing her face.

"This might destroy us both," Wanda murmured to herself. But there was no other choice.

With a deep breath, she opened the Book of the Vishanti to its final pages. Light poured from it, filling the air with an ethereal glow, as if each letter inscribed within it was alive with magic. She began to chant, her voice steady and unwavering, calling forth an ancient spell of purification.

The golden light intensified, forming a massive sigil around Wanda, a circle of protective runes were glowing with ancient magic. The corrupted Wanda hissed, feeling the purifying energy burn through her own chaotic aura. She lunged forward, trying to disrupt the spell, but Wanda anticipated the move. She thrust out her hand, the energy forming into a massive barrier that forced her corrupted self to stumble back.

"I won't let you destroy everything," Wanda said, her voice firm, echoing with power as she spoke. "Not you, not the Darkhold." She raised her hand, and the light from the Book of the Vishanti formed into golden chains that shot toward the corrupted Wanda, attempting to bind her.

But the Darkhold wasn't done. With a desperate scream, the corrupted Wanda poured every ounce of her strength into her connection with the dark tome. Dark tendrils burst forth from the pages, twisting and writhing as they wrapped around the golden chains, breaking them apart. She lunged forward, her own face contorted with rage.

The Mirror Dimension shattered as the intensity of their clash spilled over, creating fractures that rippled outward, distorting everything around them. Shards of reflective reality broke away, spinning into a kaleidoscope of fragmented worlds, each torn between light and darkness. The corrupted Wanda, face twisted in a snarl, harnessed the Darkhold's chaotic energy, pulling reality itself to her will.

With a flick of her fingers, she wove the dark magic into the very fabric of their surroundings, warping the fractured dimension. Lightning crackled, jagged and red, cutting through the air with violent ferocity. "Do you feel it, Wanda?" she taunted, her voice echoing in the split realms. "This is the power you've always feared. The power you've kept hidden."

Wanda steadied herself, feeling the weight of the Book of the Vishanti in her hands as its light pulsed in steady defiance of the chaos. She gritted her teeth, stepping forward despite the crushing force of the dark magic closing in. "This isn't power," she said, her voice cutting through the noise. "It's corruption."

The corrupted Wanda only laughed, a sound both maddened and triumphant. With a furious swipe, she unleashed a swarm of shadowy creatures birthed from the darkest pages of the Darkhold. They hissed, eyes gleaming red, as they tore across the air toward Wanda in a furious rush.

Wanda's eyes narrowed, summoning twin orbs of golden energy to her hands. With a swift motion, she hurled them forward, sending a shockwave of pure light through the creatures. They shrieked, disintegrating into wisps of smoke, but their dark essence only fed back into the corrupted Wanda, making her stronger. "You can't win," she sneered, her eyes blazing. "The Darkhold and I are one!"

A pulse of dark energy shot from her palm, striking Wanda like a hammer. She staggered, the impact forcing her back, but she dug her heels into the shifting ground, refusing to fall. Steeling herself, she called upon the Book of the Vishanti, its pages flipping open of their own accord. The golden aura around her expanded, pushing back the shadows that surrounded her.

Reality fractured further, and the two found themselves tumbling through space, careening between twisted dimensions. They fought in a world with a blood-red sky, then in another where darkness reigned and gravity itself rebelled, pulling them in opposite directions. Each clash of their power ripped apart the fabric of each realm, leaving them in a constant freefall through twisted, nightmarish versions of reality.

Finally, they landed in a realm of pure darkness, broken only by the fiery light from the Darkhold and the golden glow of the Vishanti's pages. Wanda staggered to her feet, clutching the book to her chest, her face etched with resolve.

The corrupted Wanda rose slowly, her eyes flickering as she unleashed another dark blast. Wanda met it with her own beam of light, their powers colliding in a blistering explosion that sent shockwaves across the void. The two forces grappled in the air, but this time, neither relented. Wanda's voice grew louder as she continued chanting the incantation, the golden light from the Vishanti intensifying.

With a roar, the corrupted Wanda drew on the Darkhold's full power, the air thick with the scent of burning ozone. Her gaze sharpened, and with a dark grin, she held the Darkhold aloft, chanting an incantation lost to time. Her voice grew guttural, ancient syllables rolling off her tongue as she called to something far more sinister, a force locked away within the depths of the isolated, forbidden dimensions.

The air grew thick and oppressive as the shadows around her deepened, forming a dark sphere. The corrupted Wanda's aura flared crimson, and her body pulsed with chaotic energy. From within the darkness, something stirred — a presence that had lain dormant, restrained only by the ancient seals woven by the mystics of old. A low, rumbling growl emanated from the dark sphere, its vibrations rattling the very fabric of the void.

Wanda's eyes widened, feeling the unnatural chill settle over her. "No… she wouldn't dare…"

But the corrupted Wanda laughed, a sound devoid of humanity. "You think the Book of the Vishanti holds the last word in power?" she sneered. "I've found something even the Vishanti feared to face."

With a final shout, she shattered the barrier holding the entity captive. The shadows thickened, swirling faster as a monstrous figure began to emerge from within — an ancient devil, a being of raw chaos and destruction, towering over the two Wandas. Its eyes blazed with crimson fire, and its massive, clawed hands dripped with dark energy, each step sending tremors through the realm.

The corrupted Wanda raised a hand, and the devil knelt before her, its burning gaze locked onto her. She had bound it to her will, using the dark energies of the Darkhold. "Behold," she hissed, gesturing to the entity with pride. "The guardian of the darkest realms, sealed away from mortals since time immemorial. And now, mine to command."

Wanda tightened her grip on the Book of the Vishanti, her heart pounding as she looked upon the beast. She couldn't let this creature escape into the world — it would bring ruin and destruction to everything it touched.

She took a deep breath, her voice unwavering. "I don't care how many monsters you summon. I'll stop you."

The corrupted Wanda sneered, giving the creature a nod. "Then try, if you dare."

With a chilling roar, the ancient devil lunged, its massive claws slashing through the air, sending waves of dark energy crashing toward Wanda. But she stood her ground, raising the Book of the Vishanti above her head. Golden light surged from its pages, forming a barrier that absorbed the dark energy and shattered the waves before they could reach her.

The corrupted Wanda's expression twisted into a scowl as she watched her summoned beast struggle against Wanda's defenses. But Wanda knew this wouldn't be enough to hold it off forever.

Channeling the Vishanti's light, Wanda traced her fingers through the air, inscribing glowing runes that burned with ancient magic. She formed a binding spell, weaving each word carefully to trap the devil and seal it away once more. As the runes circled the creature, it roared, thrashing against the mystical bonds, its infernal gaze locked onto Wanda.

The corrupted Wanda, seeing her summoned ally weakened, snarled in frustration. With a furious cry, she threw herself into the fray, merging her power with the devil's in one last, desperate strike. The air grew heavy with raw, chaotic energy as the darkness surged, attempting to overwhelm Wanda's light.

"You'll never be rid of me!" she shrieked. "This world belongs to me! My pain deserves to be heard, my suffering—"

But Wanda's gaze softened, and she whispered a final spell, one that she knew might be her only chance. "Your suffering is real… but it doesn't have to be like this." She raised her hands, and a bright, blinding light enveloped the entire Mirror Dimension, overwhelming the darkness.

The corrupted Wanda screamed, her cries swallowed by the light as it surrounded her, lifting her off her feet. The energy twisted around her, peeling away layers of dark magic, forcing her to confront her own pain, her own regrets, and her own fears.

The light faded, leaving the Mirror Dimension quiet, still, and whole. Wanda opened her eyes, her body trembling with exhaustion. Across from her, the corrupted Wanda lay motionless, her dark aura gone. The Darkhold lay beside her, its energy drained, its power vanquished.

Wanda walked up to her and used her book to seal the Darkhold back to an isolated dimension.

Corrupt Wanda opened her eyes. The dark energy of the Darkhold came with a price and she has overused it in rage. Her body and soul were breaking apart. Her body was slowly turning into ashes. She looked at her counter self.

"Well done," she said, smiling weakly. "Now you can save everyone."

Wanda knelt down, watching as the dark power continued to tear her corrupted self apart. "I'm sorry. This isn't what I wanted."

The corrupted Wanda smiled, her form flickering. "You were right. I thought I was fighting for the ones I loved...but I was only hurting them. I just wanted to fix things and bring them back to life. But before I realized it, Darkhold took over me. Believe me, I tried to resist. I really did..."

Wanda took her hand, holding it tightly. "It's not too late. We can find another way. Just stay with me."

The corrupted Wanda shook her head. "It's alright. I've already caused enough pain and now getting an easy way out." She grabbed Wanda's hand tighter and brought it closer to her heart. "Don't ever fall for the temptations of the Darkhold. Never."

Wanda nodded, swallowing back tears. "I promise."

"Good," the corrupted Wanda smiled weakly. "Good..." Her body was almost entirely disintegrated. "Can you do me one last favor?"

"Anything."

"Stay strong," the corrupted Wanda said. "And live a happy life with your friends and family."

The corrupted Wanda closed her eyes as she dissolved into dust. Wanda watched in silence, letting her tears fall freely as the remains of her counter-self floated away, disappearing into the Mirror Dimension.

She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. It was over. Her battle against herself was won. She had defeated her corrupted self and sealed the Darkhold away. And yet, there was still a lingering emptiness inside her.

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