Marvel: NIHILITY

David sighed deeply, barely flinching this time. "Let me guess," he muttered. "Another cosmic lecture incoming. What's next? A talking raccoon with a God complex?"

The bald woman tilted her head, her sharp eyes assessing him. "I honestly can't tell if you are joking or being serious. It seems you use humor as a defense mechanism. ," she observed.

David rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, it's that or therapy, and I'm pretty sure no therapist takes my insurance."

She raised a hand, and David felt a strange pull deep within his chest. It was as though she was peeling back layers of himself, looking at his very essence. As she peeled back the layers of his essence to gaze into his soul, David felt the strange tug. He instinctively tried to block her out for her own sanity, but it was no use. She broke through, and her reaction was immediate.

Her eyes widened ever so slightly as though she had glimpsed something so incomprehensibly vast and terrible that it made even her, the ancient one, tremble like an ordinary scared girl.

David sighed and said, "Shouldn't have done that," as the confident, unshakable Sorcerer Supreme took a few unconscious steps back, her composure momentarily faltering. She raises her arm to find it shaking uncontrollably with sweat pouring out of her body.

"You've seen it now, haven't you?" David said dryly. "The big, scary thing that makes even you crap your mystical robes."

"You… are a part of him, the thing that is beyond existence. The sealed one" she whispered. Her voice was quiet, but laced with awe and dread.

David frowned. " Who's him? Elaborate, please."

The Ancient One recomposed herself with a visible effort. "You… carry within you the essence of stars. But you also possess the purest form of Nihility. Do you have any idea what you are?" 

David leaned casually against the wall, crossing his arms. "A cosmic punchline? A walking middle finger to existence? Take your pick, lady."

Her lips thinned into a grim line. "You are the embodiment of something that predates creation itself. You are… dangerous beyond comprehension."

"Yeah, I got that memo," David quipped. "But thanks for the existential pep talk. Really uplifting stuff."

"You misunderstand me," she said, her voice tinged with both awe and dread. "You carry within you the power of An entity that predates all existence. Nihility. The embodiment of absolute nothingness."

David exhaled slowly. "Yeah, I got that vibe."

"Your potential is not merely to destroy but to unmake. The Sentry's power is a spark compared to the infinite void you carry. Do you not realize what this means?" She said exasperated.

David smirked darkly. "It means I can finally win an argument on Reddit."

The Ancient One pinched the bridge of her nose, her frustration palpable. "This is no joking matter. It is not merely destruction; it is erasure.The unmaking of everything that is and ever was. Or turn them into nothingness if you are being exact. Nothing can reverse it."

"Lady," David interrupted, his voice cold. "I've been ripped apart, injected with insanity juice, and shoved into a cosmic pissing contest. Forgive me if I'm not handling all this with the gravitas you expected."

The Ancient One's face softened, but only slightly. "Your despair and humor mask something deeper, and that frightens me. Listen to me carefully." Her voice dropped to a whisper, almost as though she were pleading. "Please, David Faust. Do not succumb to it. I have peered into timelines where your power awakens fully, and the entire multiverse ends. 

You erase all things, not out of anger or vengeance, but because the nothingness becomes you as you just give up on the world. I implore you, find your purpose. Anchor yourself to something greater than despair. It can be anything that you want: riches, fame, glory, women; even focus on your duty being Oblivion to let out some energy, or you will doom all creation."

David chuckled bitterly. "Yeah, because I've got such a great track record with that. My last 'anchor' was a lifetime of being a punching bag. And the things you mentioned, I have never cared for any of those. "

"You are more than your past," she said firmly. "And if you are not, you will doom everything."

David met her gaze, his jaw clenched. Her words hit harder than he cared to admit. "You're saying I'm a walking apocalypse waiting to happen."

"Yes," the Ancient One replied bluntly. "But you also possess the capacity for great good. The power you hold can save as much as it can destroy. The choice... is yours."

David stared at her for a moment, then looked away. The weight of her words settled like a stone in his chest. He knew she wasn't wrong. The temptation was already there, whispering at the edges of his thoughts, promising peace in the void.

"I'll… figure something out," he said finally, his tone guarded.

"Do more than figure it out," she warned. "Because if you don't, there are no second chances.And David… remember your humanity."

Before she departed, she turned to him one final time. She sighed, "If you want it , Kamar Taj will be happy to accommodate you any time." She then added, "I will be watching, David Faust. Should you lose control, I will not hesitate to act. Although I will die and the world might end, we'll fight until our last breath to protect this world." 

"Fair enough," David replied. "But let's hope it doesn't come to that."

As time resumed and the noise of the city returned, David took a shaky breath. He stepped out of the alley and into the bustling streets, his enhanced senses making the world feel surreal. Every detail was sharper, every sound clearer. He felt like he was living in high-definition hell. 

He went over his backstory in this world. His name is the same; he grew up as an orphan, went to Europe for studies for four years, returned to the USA, and is currently jobless, living off his trust fund . His home is near Queens. David sighed as he muttered, " Were they out of ideas when coming up with these shitty backstories?"

A dark whisper coiled in his mind, its tone dripping with amusement.

"The wizard fears you. They all will, eventually. Why fight it? You could erase all this noise, this chaos, with a single thought."

David snorted aloud. "Yeah, because genocide worked out so great for my last universe. Real five-star Yelp reviews on that one."

He pushed the voice back, shoving his hands into his pockets as he wandered aimlessly. The golden glow of the Sentry's power flickered faintly in his eyes, a reminder of the storm raging within him.

"Anchor myself to something, huh," he muttered. "Sure. I'll just go find a puppy or adopt a kid or something. That'll fix everything."

As he walked, he couldn't help but laugh—low, bitter, and edged with genuine insanity.

"If this is my second chance, the universe really screwed up."