Marvel: Alchemist

Chapter 17: Gods and Monsters

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Spring 1983 – Cairo, Egypt

The air inside Apocalypse's stronghold was thick with power, an ancient and overwhelming force that made the very walls vibrate. At the center of the grand chamber, a swirling vortex of raw energy surrounded William Lin, keeping him suspended like a trapped star, his body flickering with traces of his own immense power trying to resist the transformation.

Edward Lin stood at the threshold, his dark eyes locked onto the ancient mutant who sought to make his son a vessel. Apocalypse, the self-proclaimed god, watched him with mild amusement, as though Edward's very presence in his domain was a joke that he had not yet decided was worth his attention.

But Edward was no joke.

He had come to kill a god.

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The First Clash

Apocalypse made the first move. With a mere twitch of his fingers, the entire chamber came alive, shifting and reshaping itself. Stone turned into steel, the floor stretched into jagged spikes, and the walls moved like living things, attempting to trap Edward in a shifting prison.

Edward responded with cold precision, his mastery of alchemy defying even Apocalypse's mutations. With a single motion, he transmuted the encroaching steel into dust, breaking it apart at the atomic level before it could consume him. The spikes shattered against an unseen force, dispersing into harmless fragments.

Apocalypse's eyes gleamed with something akin to curiosity. "You are more than a mere human."

Edward's response was to lunge forward, his right hand glowing with golden alchemic light. He struck with terrifying speed, aiming directly for Apocalypse's chest. The ancient mutant barely shifted, his body warping space itself, allowing the blow to pass harmlessly through him.

And then, in an instant, Apocalypse's fist was at Edward's face.

The impact sent Edward flying through the air, crashing into a massive pillar with a force that shattered stone like glass. But before Apocalypse could press the attack, the debris around Edward reassembled itself, forming a massive alchemic spear that hurled toward the ancient mutant at supersonic speed.

Apocalypse raised a hand, stopping the projectile mid-air. "Fascinating," he mused, before crushing the spear into dust.

Edward was already moving again, his body a blur as he transmuted the very air around him into compressed shockwaves, sending them crashing toward Apocalypse in a concussive storm. Apocalypse simply walked forward, dispersing the attacks with a mere thought. He raised a hand, and the very fabric of space twisted, causing gravity to shift around Edward.

For the first time, Apocalypse's amusement turned to genuine interest. "You resist my power."

Edward clenched his fists. "I don't resist. I destroy."

And with that, he unleashed his true might.

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The Wrath of a Father

Alchemy surged through Edward's body, his very blood burning with raw transmutation. He no longer moved like a man but like something beyond human, reshaping reality with every strike. His attacks grew faster, his blows heavier, and each touch of his hand threatened to unmake Apocalypse's existence.

But Apocalypse was not idle.

The ancient mutant retaliated with the full force of his divine power, his body morphing and reshaping at will. He became a titan of destruction, growing in size and strength, striking with the force of an earthquake. His fists could collapse mountains, his voice could bend the minds of men.

Yet Edward endured.

The battle shook the stronghold to its foundation. Every clash of their power sent shockwaves through the chamber, tearing apart stone and metal alike. Edward's mastery of alchemy allowed him to counteract Apocalypse's every mutation, breaking down his transformations and countering his immense physical strength with unyielding force.

But then, Apocalypse changed the game.

With a single thought, he reached into the very energy field that held William. The power binding the boy surged into Apocalypse, feeding him, strengthening him. Edward felt the shift immediately, the air growing heavier, the sheer force of Apocalypse's presence becoming nearly unbearable.

"You have come far," Apocalypse admitted, his voice carrying the weight of eons. "But you cannot stop me."

Edward narrowed his eyes. "I don't need to stop you. I just need to make sure you die first."

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A Fight to the Death

Edward knew he had to end it now. Every second Apocalypse drained power from William was another step toward a disaster beyond imagination.

Gathering all his strength, Edward activated the full extent of his alchemic might. His body glowed with golden energy, and the ground beneath him cracked as his aura reached its peak.

Apocalypse laughed, stepping forward like an unstoppable force. "You fight with passion. But passion alone does not defeat gods."

Edward smirked. "I don't need passion. I have science."

With that, he slammed his hands together, and the very laws of physics warped.

A massive alchemic circle expanded beneath them, glowing with an otherworldly radiance. Apocalypse's body trembled as he felt his very essence being unraveled. Edward had calculated every variable, every molecular structure, and now he was rewriting reality itself.

Apocalypse roared, trying to break free, but Edward had him locked in place. The ancient mutant's body began to disintegrate, piece by piece, his regenerative powers failing against the sheer absolute force of Edward's transmutation.

"You… cannot…" Apocalypse struggled, his form flickering. "I am eternal."

Edward took a step forward, his hand pressing against Apocalypse's head. "Not anymore."

With one final surge of alchemic energy, he ripped Apocalypse apart.

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Aftermath

The chamber collapsed around them. The energy field holding William shattered, and the boy fell—but Edward caught him before he hit the ground. The remnants of Apocalypse's body crumbled into dust, his presence erased from existence.

The battle outside was still raging, but the moment Apocalypse's presence vanished, the tide turned. His Horsemen, sensing the loss of their master, faltered. The X-Men pushed forward. Golden Enterprise's forces surged ahead, crushing any resistance that remained.

And at the heart of it all, Edward Lin stood victorious, holding his son in his arms.

William's eyes fluttered open, his voice weak. "Did we win?"

Edward exhaled, allowing himself a rare moment of relief. "Yes. We won."

But even as he said the words, he knew that this war was far from over. Enemies would rise again. Challenges would come. And Edward Lin would be ready for all of them.

For now, though, he held his son close, standing amidst the ruins of a fallen god, and let himself believe—for just a moment—that victory was enough.

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