Marvel: Son of TOAA

Chapter 4: The Unanswered Questions

Azrael stood at the edge of the cosmos, his golden eyes burning with intensity. The stars and galaxies swirled around him like a vibrant tapestry, yet none of it held his interest. He was consumed by a singular thought: Why was he created?

For weeks, he had searched for answers. Whispered rumors, cryptic dreams, and fleeting visions all pointed to one undeniable truth—his existence was a mystery even to the cosmic beings who had witnessed the birth of the multiverse.

Frustration gnawed at him. How could he, the First Son of TOAA, be so purposefully blind? How could the Creator—his own father—leave him to wander aimlessly without a clear purpose?

"Why did you make me?" Azrael murmured to himself, his voice heavy with anger. "What am I to you, Father? A mistake? A pawn?"

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Driven by his growing disillusionment, Azrael set out on a journey to find TOAA. He traveled beyond the known realms, beyond the reach of even the most ancient entities. His every step shook the multiverse as he sought the one being who could answer his questions—the one being who could explain the purpose of his existence.

It was said that TOAA, the Creator of all, resided in a dimension beyond even the most powerful of cosmic forces. A place where time and space folded into one, where reality itself bent to the will of the Creator. Azrael's path was one few dared to take. But he was Azrael—the Firstborn, the child of the One Above All—and he would not be denied.

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At last, Azrael found himself standing before a vast, swirling mass of energy—an unknowable force, a presence beyond comprehension. It was TOAA's domain, yet it seemed... dormant.

"Father!" Azrael's voice boomed across the void, but there was no response. The swirling mass remained still, as if TOAA had never heard his call.

Azrael's rage began to rise. "I demand to know! Why did you create me? Am I just another tool to you?"

Still, there was no answer. His cries echoed into the emptiness, falling on deaf ears.

Azrael took a step forward, his aura flaring as his power swelled. "Answer me!" His voice shook the very fabric of existence as he summoned a fraction of his immense power. The void trembled, but TOAA remained silent.

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Azrael stood there for what felt like an eternity, waiting, demanding answers that never came. He could feel the weight of the multiverse pressing against him, the cosmic entities watching in silence. Even the Living Tribunal, who once stood as a symbol of balance, took no action.

"Why?" Azrael asked, his voice softer now, tinged with bitterness. "Why am I nothing but an unanswered question? What is the point of my existence if you won't even give me a purpose?"

The silence weighed heavily on him, and in that moment, Azrael realized the truth. His father was not merely ignoring him. TOAA was... asleep.

The Creator, who had shaped the multiverse with a single thought, had fallen into a deep slumber—one that Azrael could not disturb. He was left alone, with only the vast emptiness to keep him company.

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Azrael's fury reached a boiling point. "I am the son of TOAA! I am beyond any being in existence, and yet you leave me to rot in silence?" His voice shattered the calm of the cosmos.

He clenched his fists, and the very fabric of the dimension rippled with the force of his anger. Azrael's power flared out of control, creating shockwaves that spread across the multiverse. Entire star systems blinked out of existence in his wake as his rage consumed him.

For the first time, Azrael realized the full extent of his own power. He could end it all. He could reshape the multiverse in his image. And yet... his father had left him with nothing.

"The Creator... is a fool," Azrael seethed. "I will not be his tool any longer. I will forge my own path, and if he will not answer me, I will make him regret it."

Azrael's mind raced, filled with a growing sense of rebellion. The seeds that had been planted by Oblivion and Death began to take root, and he saw a future before him—a future where he would not be bound by the will of TOAA, but one where he would rule as the true force of creation.

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Far away, in the depths of the multiverse, the cosmic entities who had watched Azrael's birth now watched his actions with a mix of fear and awe.

The Living Tribunal, its three faces in deep contemplation, shared a silent exchange. The multiverse was out of balance, and Azrael's actions were a harbinger of something greater.

In Asgard, Bor, king of the ancient gods, felt the disturbance ripple through the realms. "The Firstborn grows restless," he said to Odin. "If he turns against his father, all of creation could be in jeopardy."

Galactus, the Devourer of Worlds, sensed Azrael's awakening fury, his hunger momentarily forgotten. "Such power... it could consume the multiverse itself."

And yet, none could stop Azrael. His destiny was his own to shape, and the consequences of his rebellion could reshape the very foundation of the cosmos.

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(A/N): Want more chapters? Why aren't you asking and why aren't you giving Power stones???