Lord Of Chaos In DC

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Slade, Brick, and Killer Croc felt an undeniable shift in the air. The battle had been rough, but up until now, Nuxsus had been toying with them, playing a game where they at least had a chance to fight back.

But this was different.

Nuxsus twirled the blades, the chains rattling like a death knell, and he grinned wildly.

"Time for a massacre."

Before his enemies could react, Nuxsus lunged forward, his movements impossibly fast. The Blades of Chaos screamed through the air, cutting the wind itself as they crashed against Brick's body. The impact was devastating—Brick, the powerhouse who had stood against some of Gotham's deadliest, was sent hurtling back like a ragdoll. The first slash had barely broken his skin, but the second tore deep into his chest, carving a molten trench through his stone-like flesh.

Killer Croc roared and swung at Nuxsus, but Nuxsus barely tilted his head to the side, dodging effortlessly. His claws extended, raking across Croc's throat, drawing a river of crimson. But it wasn't enough to kill him—no, this was just the beginning.

Slade took his chance, dashing forward, his blade a silver blur. Clang! The sound of steel meeting steel rang through the night as Slade's sword clashed with Nuxsus's burning chains. Sparks exploded from the impact.

"You're getting reckless," Slade hissed, trying to force Nuxsus back with raw skill.

Nuxsus smirked and spun, using the momentum of the chained blades to drive one into Slade's gut. The assassin barely dodged, but the heat seared his armor, leaving blackened marks across his torso.

"Reckless?" Nuxsus chuckled, his voice dripping with mockery. "I'm just getting used to these beauties." He looked down at the weapons in his grip, admiring them like a craftsman with his finest tools. "I'm a swordsman you see.... never used blades like these before… but I'm enjoying them."

Then, without warning, he swung.

The blade tore through Slade's left arm, severing it clean at the elbow.

The legendary assassin staggered back, his single eye wide in shock as blood gushed from the stump. He let out a strangled growl, but his training kept him upright. The great Deathstroke, brought to his knees.

Killer Croc, seeing Slade fall, charged with a furious roar. His monstrous strength had always been his greatest weapon, and he used it now, throwing himself at Nuxsus in a desperate attempt to crush him.

But Nuxsus merely grinned.

He let Croc get close—too close.

At the last second, he jumped, lowering his own gravity just enough to soar above the beast. As Croc stumbled forward in confusion, Nuxsus yanked one of the blades back, the chain wrapping around Croc's neck.

With a sharp pull—

Crack.

The lizard's head ripped clean off his shoulders, his body collapsing to the ground with a sickening thud. Blood sprayed in an arc, painting the battlefield in crimson.

Nuxsus caught the severed head in one hand, spinning it on his palm like a grotesque trophy.

"I always thought you had a thick skull," he mused. "Turns out, not thick enough."

Brick, wounded but still standing, made his last attempt at an attack, his massive fists glowing red-hot as he charged. Nuxsus sighed in mock disappointment.

"You should've run."

With a single throw, Nuxsus launched Killer Croc's head like a cannonball. It struck Slade with such force that the armless assassin crumpled to the ground, his ribs shattering on impact. He gasped, his face pale from blood loss, struggling to even remain conscious.

Nuxsus turned his attention to Brick.

"You're tougher than I expected," he admitted. "Too bad that won't save you."

He whipped the Blades of Chaos forward, their chains coiling around Brick's massive torso. The brute fought back, trying to break free, but the chains tightened. The molten metal began to glow even hotter, searing through his flesh. The scent of burning meat filled the air.

Nuxsus yanked.

The Blades ripped through Brick's body, splitting him in two. His bisected remains fell to the ground with a sickening squelch.

Nuxsus exhaled, admiring his work.

"Well," he said, rolling his shoulders. "That was fun."

Slade, barely breathing, managed to lift his head, his one remaining eye glaring at Nuxsus with pure, unfiltered hatred. Blood pooled around him, his arm gone, his ribs shattered, and his body broken beyond repair.

Nuxsus crouched next to him, tilting his head.

"You were the only one who put up a bit of a fight," he admitted. "Shame it had to end like this."

Slade coughed, blood dripping from his lips. "You… think… this is over?"

Nuxsus smirked. "Yes...Yes it is"

With a final swing, the Blades of Chaos came down, silencing Deathstroke forever. as his head rolled around the ground

Nuxsus stood amidst the carnage, his body drenched in blood, the battlefield littered with corpses. He sheathed the blades, watching as the hellfire flickered away into nothingness.

Then, he smiled.

"Now then," he murmured to himself, turning toward the warehouse. "Time to see what all the fuss is about....Oh Yeah...Harley? Where the hell is she?"

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The warehouse was in shambles.

Broken crates, shattered glass, and scattered debris painted a chaotic war zone as two figures clashed amidst the destruction. The air reeked of sweat, blood, and gunpowder as Harley Quinn and Cheshire danced a deadly waltz of blades and bat swings, their battle spilling deeper into the dimly lit interior of the warehouse.

Cheshire panted, her movements still sharp but clearly growing weary. She had been in countless battles before, but Harley was something else entirely—unpredictable, deranged, and relentless. The assassin's mind was trained to anticipate attacks, to read patterns, but Harley had no pattern. One moment, she was lunging with a mallet, the next, she was cartwheeling and cackling like a madwoman, talking about everything except the fight itself.

"Ooooh, ya fight real good, kitty cat!" Harley giggled, twirling her bat as she dodged another one of Cheshire's dagger thrusts. "Betcha I'd be real impressed if I weren't so goddamn horny right now!"

Cheshire's eye twitched as she leaped backward, putting some distance between them. Harley's wild grin never faded.

"This is insane," Cheshire muttered, gripping her blade tighter. She wasn't even sure why she was still fighting. She should be out there, helping Slade and the others, killing Nuxsus before he could become an even bigger problem.

But Harley wouldn't let her go.

"C'mon, girlie, ya know the deal! I can't let ya run off when my man made it clear" Harley swung her bat, narrowly missing Cheshire's head. "I don't get my turn on that gorgeous demon dick unless I bash your skull in first!**"

Cheshire's stomach twisted in disgust. "You're seriously doing all of this just because you want him to fuck you?"

Harley let out a long, exaggerated sigh. "Ughhh, you just don't get it, do ya?" She tossed her bat up, caught it, and then lunged forward with a sickeningly happy shriek.

Cheshire dodged, but Harley was already mid-spin, kicking her straight in the gut.

The assassin stumbled, and that was all Harley needed.

The bat came down on her knee with a sickening crack. Cheshire let out a sharp cry, falling to one side, her balance utterly ruined. Pain flared up her leg like wildfire.

"Nah, see," Harley grinned, standing over her bat, she moaned and grinded her groin on it "*aghhhh* I ain't just doing this for a good time. I'm doing this 'cause it's my ticket to something much better."

Cheshire struggled to move, to counter, but her body wasn't responding fast enough. She saw the glint in Harley's eyes—the absolute madness, the obsession, the unchecked desire.

And then, the bat came down.

Once.

The first impact crashed against Cheshire's forehead, the shockwave rattling her skull.

Twice.

Blood splattered across the warehouse floor.

Thrice.

Her vision blurred, darkness creeping in from the edges.

And yet, Harley didn't stop.

She was laughing, grinning, moaning with every savage swing, blood spraying across her pale skin as she pounded Cheshire's head into pulp. Each impact sent echoes throughout the empty warehouse, a rhythm of insanity, destruction, and raw pleasure.

She didn't stop.

Not until a familiar voice broke through the carnage.

"That's enough."

Harley froze, mid-swing, her bat drenched in gore. Her breath was ragged, her pupils blown wide as she turned her bloodied face toward the entrance.

Nuxsus stood there, crimson red eyes glowing like molten embers, his entire body drenched in blood.

For a moment, there was only silence between them, the warehouse's broken interior holding its breath.

Then, Harley giggled, licking a streak of blood from her lips.

"Awww, but I was just getting to the good part!"

"Waren't you the one that was Sad this morning cause I killed a man in front of his sister?" replied Nuxsus as he walked forward

"Yeah, But you didn't promise that big dick for that!" Harley replied as she followed after him

Nuxsus Laughed as he said "Let's see what this shipment is all about"

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