Scene 1: The Council of Reckoning
Location: New Avengers Compound, Hudson River, New York
Time: One year after the Rift fallout. The world is quiet, but only on the surface.
The room was ice-cold despite the summer heat outside. Earth's mightiest minds were not smiling.
Above the obsidian table floated a rotating projection: Sky Citadel. The shimmering citadel glowed gold and obsidian, nestled above Damascus like a silent god. Its energy fields pulsed in rhythms no human could explain. Magic. Tech. Fusion.
"She upgraded," Bruce Banner said, pushing his glasses up. "Energy absorption layers on the Mark II DoomArmor. Her bots share sensory feedback with her in real-time. Neural-link storm level."
"Are we absolutely sure it's her?" War Machine asked. "Zafira? Not some rogue bot?"
Stark didn't look up from her wrist panel. "It's her. She wrote this code. I'd know her symmetry patterns anywhere."
Captain Marvel frowned, arms crossed. "She hasn't attacked anyone. No political invasions. No threats."
"She doesn't have to," Stark said, snapping the screen off. "She's building something. I can feel it."
Stark's voice carried a rare mix of fear and envy.
"She's always been ahead of us. The Mark II absorbs kinetic, sonic, and now magic. And her Doombots aren't just foot soldiers. They're her. Each one thinks like her, fights like her. They are connected to her mind like nerves."
Sam Wilson leaned forward. "What does she want?"
No one answered.
Banner spoke softly. "Control."
Stark shook her head. "Peace… by domination. She lost Maximoff. She lost control. Now she's sealing every weakness she's ever had. If we don't step in now, the next time she speaks to the world, it'll be from a throne no one can shake."
Silence.
Then Stark raised her head.
"I'm activating the Forge. Friday has prepped Mark 86."
"You're going after her?" Banner said.
"I'm confronting her," Stark replied. "Before she becomes something none of us can stop."
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Scene 2: Shattered Echoes
Location: Sky Citadel – Throne Core
Time: Two days after the Council
The golden gates hissed open without resistance.
Anthiya Stark walked into the heart of the Sky Citadel in her freshly-forged Mark 86 — sleek, dark red, and humming with mystic-resistant plating. Her HUD flashed warnings with every step.
"Energy spikes at lethal levels. Heartbeat irregularities in localized gravitational pockets. Recommendation: retreat."
She ignored it.
In the vast chamber, under the endless twilight dome of Damascus, sat Zafira bint Hakib — Doctor Doom — on her obsidian throne. A shimmering crown of arcane metal floated just above her head. Her armor — Mark II — pulsed like a heartbeat, alive, regal, and furious.
"You returned," Doom said, voice laced in steel and sorrow.
"I had to," Anthiya replied. "You know what you're doing isn't just dangerous. It's irreversible."
Before Doom could reply, a portal of golden fire bloomed behind Stark. Serena Strange stepped through, her cloak flickering like dying stars. Calm, yet firm.
"Zafira," she said, her tone the gentlest it had been in years. "You've gone beyond even the Ancient One's warnings."
Zafira rose from her throne.
"You came into my kingdom… to lecture me?"
"No," Serena whispered, stepping forward. "To show you."
She raised her hands, weaving a spell. Behind her, the walls flickered. Realities unfolded.
Worlds burning.
Civilizations collapsing in endless wars.
"Each time a Doom rises unchecked, universes fall. Yours… is the deadliest."
Zafira didn't blink.
Instead, she gestured — and a golden cage of fractured time emerged from the shadows.
Inside it, slumped in pain, was Kang the Conqueror — stripped of armor, barely breathing, but eyes still burning with time-born fury.
Anthiya took a step back. "You—"
"Yes," Doom said. "I captured him… one year ago."
"You've had Kang this whole time?" Serena asked, visibly shaken.
Zafira's eyes glowed. "I didn't kill him. Yet. He's not just a threat. He's fuel."
She descended the steps slowly. "I've been researching his temporal lattice. His cosmic bloodstream. The multiverse exists in his DNA. And I will extract it. I will master it."
"You're going to become him," Anthiya whispered.
"No. I will surpass him."
Doom turned her back to them and faced the golden cage. "Secret Wars will come. Kang only began it. I will end it before it starts. But only if I control every thread of time, every echo of power."
Serena stepped forward, voice soft but powerful.
"You can stop now. With your mind, your power, you could build peace — not a throne of cages and domination."
Zafira looked at her, and for a moment — just a moment — her armor flickered.
A sigh escaped her.
"I loved once," she said quietly. "And when he left me, I broke."
"But from broken things," she added, "I build empires."
And then she turned away.
"Leave, both of you. Before this city decides you're threats."
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Scene 3: Alone with the Conqueror
Location: Sky Citadel – Time Cage Chamber
Time: Midnight
The throne room had long since emptied. Only the soft hum of the Time Cage remained — a web of golden threads, wrapped tight around Kang the Conqueror, who now lay with his back against the cold wall, a man of a thousand timelines reduced to one moment of stillness.
Zafira stood alone before him. The armor peeled back slowly, revealing her face. Tired. Pale. Beautiful in its quiet fury.
Kang smirked through bloodied lips. "Still pretending you're saving the multiverse, Doom?"
"I don't pretend," she said coldly. "You lost."
"I've lost many times. But you — you're just getting started." He leaned forward. "The ones who believe they can rewrite fate... always become what they fear."
Zafira didn't flinch.
"I am what they fear."
She turned and walked to the edge of the observatory, where time itself flowed like a slow-moving river of starlight. Above it, her schematics hovered — ancient runes overlapped with equations written in dozens of languages, showing her method of cosmic transfer, absorption, and dominion.
Kang's voice echoed again. "He left you, didn't he?"
Silence.
"You build stronger when you're broken. That's what we do. But you're not healing — you're hollowing."
Zafira clenched her fist. The armor hissed around her hand, almost pulsing with anger.
"I trusted them. I ruled with mercy. I gave them peace. And they still turned away."
"Because they fear you," Kang whispered. "And because they love you."
That broke her.
Her shoulders dropped, breath hitched.
She walked back to the cage slowly. Looked him in the eyes.
"Tell me something, Kang," she asked, her voice like a dagger through velvet. "When they all turned on you… did it hurt?"
Kang looked up at her. "Every single time."
Zafira nodded. Then the mask of Doom slid back over her face.
"I'm done hurting," she said. "Now they will."
She turned and disappeared into the darkness — leaving Kang, and the quiet promise of war, suspended in golden silence.
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Scene 4: Sparks and Sorcery
Location: High Balcony Overlook – Sky Citadel, Just Outside the Time Cage Chamber
Time: Minutes after Zafira reveals Kang and her plan
The balcony's silence was broken only by the soft flares of Damascus' night. Below them, the city shimmered in awe of the floating Sky Citadel. But up here, the air felt heavier — like the weight of inevitability had just settled into their bones.
Anthiya Stark, arms folded, leaned against the edge, her Mark 86 helmet off and clutched at her side. Her jaw was tight, her expression unreadable, except to someone who really knew her.
Serena Strange stood beside her, robe fluttering faintly in the wind, her eyes locked on the golden threads of the Time Cage behind the domed window.
"She's not bluffing," Anthiya finally said, voice low. "She's really going to absorb Kang's power."
Serena nodded solemnly. "And that will shatter the timeline worse than anything Kang ever did."
"Why didn't you stop her?" Stark turned slightly, searching her face. "You could have bound her. You can beat her."
"I can," Serena admitted quietly. "But that isn't what she needs right now."
Anthiya scoffed. "She needs a reality check. And apparently, a therapist."
"She needs someone to remind her she's still human," Serena said gently, eyes full of quiet sorrow. "Someone she trusts. She used to trust you."
Anthiya looked away, bitterly.
"Yeah. Until she decided I was the enemy too."
The silence stretched.
Then, Serena stepped forward, resting a hand on the railing. "She's broken, Anthiya. She lost the only man who ever saw both sides of her — the Doom and the girl beneath. And now she thinks she has nothing to lose."
Anthiya's voice was quieter now. "I didn't mean to hurt her. I just… couldn't let her go down that path."
"Then don't let her go alone," Serena said, eyes piercing now. "If we're going to stop her from becoming something worse than Kang — we'll need more than suits and spells. We'll need her heart."
Stark turned her head slowly, watching Serena.
"You think she still has one left?"
Serena looked up at the stars.
"I think it's buried… under a mountain of pain and pride. But it's still there."
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Perfect. Let's jump into Chapter 10: Scene 1 — "The EmpressDoomSlayer Protocol", focusing on Anthiya Stark's sharp intellect, her foresight, and the early counterstrike she's planning in secret.
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Scene 5: The EmpressDoomSlayer Protocol
Location: Stark Tower, Manhattan – 73rd Floor, Research Core
Time: 3 days after the Avengers Council meeting
Lights dim. Holograms flicker to life in cool blue glow. The core AI hums.
"FRIDAY," Anthiya said as she adjusted her neural relay, "Bring up every recording from Sky Citadel. Compress, isolate energy spikes, and focus on the moment she unveiled Kang."
FRIDAY's voice replied, "Already processed. Uploading to sandbox simulation."
Around her, the air bloomed into holographic madness — streams of arcane code merged with cosmic wavelengths, blueprints of Doom's Mark II suit, and overlays of the Time Cage's dimensional curvature. She watched Zafira's hologram walk, speak, flare — powerful, terrifying, beautiful.
"She's going full Empress," Anthiya muttered, narrowing her eyes. "Ruling not from fear… but from pure inevitability."
She tapped a sequence on her gauntlet and brought up the bio-energy scans.
"Cosmic siphoning… Kang's chronal matrix is being repurposed like a battery." She paced. "If she completes this, there's no nation, no god, no team that could stop her."
FRIDAY spoke again. "You predicted this divergence four months ago when you started Project 100."
Anthiya turned toward the center console.
"Yeah. But I thought we'd have time."
A glowing new suit began to build in the air — sleeker than anything before, but dense with layered defense arrays and cosmic dampeners. Ancient runes shimmered across the surface, balanced by hyper-reactive vibranium weave and quantum boosters.
EMPD-SLAYR.MK100 — Project Codename: EmpressDoomSlayer.
"No magic. No dimension hopping. No mercy," she whispered. "I'm not here to rule, Zafira. I'm here to keep you human."
The AI flickered again.
"Would you like to set a delivery date?"
Anthiya stared at the silhouette of the rising suit.
"One year. I'll need that long to get ahead of her."
She looked up, hard.
"And when I do... I'll stop her. Even if it breaks both of us."
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Scene 6: When the Sky Turned Green
Location: Earth — One Year Later
Narrative Tone: Epic. Grim. Haunting. Powerful.
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It began slowly. A shimmer in the horizon. Then a subtle distortion in the clouds.
By the fifth month, the sky over half the world turned a strange hue of green — not pollution, not radiation — something more... ruled. As if the very atmosphere had sworn loyalty.
By the twelfth month, it wasn't just color. It was power. Doom's mark had carved itself across time.
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Inside Sky Citadel – Damascus, Tower of Dominion
The air throbbed with energy. Zafira stood before the now-empty Time Cage.
Kang was gone. Every atom siphoned, his power now coursing through her blood, her armor, her very soul.
Her voice, metallic and commanding, echoed through the world:
> "I am no longer the spark that rose from ashes.
I am the fire that burns across worlds.
Doomsday begins. Kneel… or be silenced."
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The World Changed Overnight
S.H.I.E.L.D.? Repurposed. Her Doombots oversaw its operations. Fury vanished. Nickels took his place — but he answered only to the Empress.
The X-Men vanished from the radar. Strange anomalies disrupted their mansion. The mutants faded from the field.
The Avengers Tower was muted, quiet — because no one dared move too loud.
And Kamar-Taj? That remained untouched — for now — held in place by Serena Strange's multiversal wards. She and Anthiya Stark were the last sanctuaries not yet under Doom's boot.
Any heroes who approached Sky Citadel?
They never returned.
Some were ejected at light speed.
Others were found... shattered. Burned. Disoriented. Whispering about "living shadows" and guardian Doombots that shared her powers.
And the world was forced into order.
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Narration cuts to a broadcast.
> "...This is the Global Feed. At 0900 hours, Doctor Doom — now self-titled Empress of the Multiverse — made her 366th decree of the new era: Absolute silence across all multiversal weapon development. All dissent is to be routed through Citadel channels or will be considered a hostile act. This is not a negotiation. This is Doom's Law."
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Back at Stark Tower, 88th Floor
Anthiya stared up at the dark green sky.
"She did it…" she whispered.
Behind her, Mark 100 — EmpressDoomSlayer — stood complete. Waiting.
She turned to FRIDAY.
"How long until full sync?"
FRIDAY replied. "Twelve days. Suit is adapting to her chronal shifts."
Anthiya whispered, "Twelve days until I bring her back… or end her."
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Chapter 10: The Avengers' Doomsday
Scene 4: Let the Secret Wars Begin
Location: The Nexus Chamber – Suspended Between Universes**
The multiverse trembled. Threads of infinite worlds tangled at a single focal point — The Nexus Chamber, summoned and stabilized by Zafira's power alone.
She stood atop the floating obsidian dais, clad in Doom Armor Mark III: Empress of the Multiverse, her cape trailing like the veil of a goddess-tyrant. Arcane energy sparked around her crown and circuitry pulsed beneath her skin like stars.
Before her stood them: the Variants.
Every Doom. Every version of herself across space-time.
Some were monsters.
Some were tyrants.
Some were kings.
Only one was Empress.
And she smiled, eyes glowing green-gold.
> "Let the Secret Wars begin," she declared, her voice amplified across the worlds.
"Let's see… which universe breeds the strongest Doom."
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What followed was cataclysm.
The arena shifted with every blow — Mars crumbled, the Negative Zone bled into real space, Celestials screamed in ancient tongues.
One by one, she fought them:
Doom from Earth-122: A titan wielding the full power of the Beyonder. She drained him dry with a time-lock curse and blasted his soul into a soul crystal.
Doom from Earth-9999: A cosmic sorcerer with stars in his chest. She shattered his core with a mystic fist from the Astral Realm.
Doom from Earth-700: A reptilian Doom fused with Latveria's dragons. She smiled as she broke his jaw and whispered, "Cute."
They fell.
All but one.
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The Final Doom stood across her.
God Doom. The one who reigned during the original Secret Wars.
White-cloaked, void-eyed, holding the essence of Molecule Man and wielding true godhood. He didn't speak. He simply raised his hand — and split reality.
What followed was a war of gods.
Zafira's blood painted the floor. Her cape burned. Her lungs collapsed.
But her will never did.
They tore through timelines.
Broke planets.
Wounded existence.
And finally — he faltered.
She rose with a shard of the Time Crown pulsing in her gauntlet.
God Doom looked up, breathing heavy, barely standing.
And she spoke — soft, broken, yet regal:
> "I respect you.
You remind me of me…
Of all the alternatives.
But only one of us was born to rule them all."
God Doom says, Indeed you have my respect as well, "I would've enslave you as my queen, but fate tell's otherwise"..
For a moment, "she blushes beneath that mask," such a powerful alternate version of her asking her for marriage. "she think's" if she wasn't lucky she'd be the one kneeling as he was stronger.
> "I would accept, but our fates are otherwise, You earned my respect Victor von Doom." she said politely. "Smiling and blushing beneath that mask,
>"Farewell Victor"
He drops on his knee's and says "End me, my task is done."
She thrusts him in the heart with a cosmic-threaded blade.
"She felt satisfaction and regret" she says:
>"What a misery".
God Doom collapsed.
His body folded into stardust.
And Zafira — Doctor Doom, Empress of the Multiverse — stood victorious.
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Scene 5: The EmpressDoomSlayer Protocol
Location: Stark Tower, Manhattan – 73rd Floor, Research Core
Time: 3 days after the Avengers Council meeting
Around her, the air bloomed into holographic madness — streams of arcane code merged with cosmic wavelengths, blueprints of Doom's Mark II suit, and overlays of the Time Cage's dimensional curvature. She watched Zafira's hologram walk across the Sky Citadel, slow and sovereign, her cape trailing like a comet of shadowlight.
Anthiya muttered to herself, eyes locked. "She didn't just build a cage… she reverse-engineered the anomaly field. She cracked Kang's lattice."
A second layer of data folded into view: a heartbeat monitor — not physical, but temporal. Kang's pulse, mapped over probability strands.
FRIDAY spoke, tone more cautious now. "Miss Stark… Doom's extraction method appears to be synchronizing a living host with multiversal divergence frequencies. It's not just risky. It's impossible."
"Not for her," Anthiya whispered. "She's not trying to conquer the timeline. She's trying to overwrite it."
Her hands moved quickly, isolating the core energy nodes Zafira had built into the Time Cage.
"She's blending his paradox loops into her own neural relay. That's how she plans to survive the absorption. She's going to turn Kang's destiny into her own hardware."
"Shall I alert the Avengers?" FRIDAY asked.
Anthiya stared into the projection, eyes colder than steel. "No. Not yet. If we go loud, she'll accelerate."
She touched a private terminal and unlocked a subroutine with six layers of encryption.
Protocol: EMD-Slayer-0X1
Target: Sovereign Spark / Designation: Doom (Zafira bint Hakib)
Status: In Preparation
Assets: Quantum-laced nanotech / Mystic-null drones / Heartbreaker Protocols
"FRIDAY," Anthiya said quietly, "compile the Doomslayer build into the StarkForge. I want the armor ready in ten days. Synced with the Chaos Compression Core."
"Understood."
Anthiya paused, watching Zafira's image slowly dissolve into gold sparks. "She was my friend. I saw her once — at peace. Now she's building weapons out of grief."
A long breath.
"I won't kill her. But I'll stop her. Even if I have to break her heart to do it."
The lights dimmed further. A new suit began printing in silence — not with the rage of vengeance, but the gravity of preparation.
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…"But this time," she continued, fingers flying across the air-screen, "I'm building the DoomSlayer."
She stepped back as the EmpressDoomSlayer Protocol schematic unfolded: a hybrid suit designed not just to counter Doom's armor, but to predict it.
"FRIDAY, engage predictive architecture model."
"Running. Warning: 87.3% chance of catastrophic failure in direct confrontation."
"That's why we don't go direct," Anthiya said. "We go beneath. We hit the echoes."
She highlighted weak points: the arcane siphon array on Doom's left pauldron. The temporal anchor node behind her throne. The psychic stabilizer in the crown.
"She's not just armored. She's anchored to that citadel. Take out her source points, and the empire falls."
FRIDAY flickered. "Would you like to activate Project: Mirrorheart?"
Anthiya paused.
The screen pulsed: PROJECT: MIRRORHEART – Stark-Doom neural sync module. Prototype. Unstable. Dangerous.
Her jaw tightened. "Not yet. Not unless she forces my hand."
She reached into the wall vault. Pulled out a silver casing — smooth, unmarked. Inside it, a single arc reactor core pulsed faintly, laced with strange red threads.
"Stolen from her forge. Refined by mine."
She set it on the worktable.
"The world thinks Zafira is inevitable. That no one can stop her," Anthiya whispered, eyes hardening. "But she taught me everything I know. And now, I'm going to use it to save her."
She placed her hand against the reactor core.
"Even if it breaks me."
Behind her, the EmpressDoomSlayer Protocol shimmered to life — a crimson-and-gold phantom of vengeance, brilliance, and hope.
It wasn't just a weapon.
It was a promise.
To stop Doom.
Or die trying.
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Scene 6: When the Sky Turned Green
Location: Earth — One Year Later
Narrative Tone: Epic. Grim. Haunting. Powerful.
It began slowly. A shimmer on the horizon. Then a subtle distortion in the clouds.
Across the world, skies once blue fractured into emerald fire. Birds scattered in unnatural patterns. Oceans recoiled. Storms stopped mid-spin, caught in suspended breath.
And then came the sound — not thunder, but a low, vibrating pulse. Felt in the bones. Heard in the soul.
In Wakanda, Shuri dropped her tools mid-sentence.
In Kamar-Taj, the students knelt in instinctive fear.
In Manhattan, Anthiya Stark stood on her tower balcony, the Mark 100 fully synced to her spine, her eyes reflecting the impossible swirl of green above.
"She's begun," she whispered.
In Latveria, where the land had once rejected every outsider, the air shimmered — and the Sky Citadel descended.
Not floated. Descended. Like a divine sentence returning to its source.
Its golden base now bore marks of age and battle, but new glyphs etched into its foundation pulsed with Kang's DNA. Time itself curled around it, loops upon loops — stitched with Zafira's will.
Every broadcast system on Earth flickered, pixelated — then froze.
And then, she spoke.
Zafira bint Hakib, Sovereign of the Citadel, Doctor of Doom, appeared before the world, cloaked in flame, veiled in power.
Her voice was soft. Controlled. Terrifying in its clarity.
> "I have seen the end. I have held the architect of apocalypse in my grasp.
And I chose to spare him — for knowledge.
Now I offer you the same choice.
Kneel… and I will save you.
Resist… and I will reset you."
A wave of green auroras surged across the globe — not light, but command.
Satellites fell. Shields cracked. Mutants screamed in psychic resonance. Every mystic sensed the threads of time shiver, bending toward a new axis: her.
Anthiya Stark turned from the sky, her jaw tight.
"FRIDAY," she said calmly, "activate Phase One. And tell the others…"
She stepped toward the launch pad, EMPD-SLAYR armor igniting around her.
> "The Doomsday has begun."
> "The Secret war has also begun."
"FRIDAY" Mrs Stark I have informed everyone.
The mark 86 EMPD-SLAYER, she says "FRIDAY," she said surely, "Activate DSH (Doom sheild) let her play for now. Because we can't stop her right now the priority now is surviving.
"FRIDAY" As you command Mrs Stark.
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To be continued...