"Supervisor… I—I'm nervous," whispered a young female D-class operative clutching an oboe. Her hands trembled as she looked at Leon Lake pleadingly. "Can I… please go to the bathroom first?"
Leon didn't even respond.
The Mobile Task Force soldier beside him simply raised his rifle and aimed it at her head.
She went silent instantly.
---
> "The Stag has reached the designated containment zone.
Bombardment teams in position.
Ritual units, prepare for deployment…"
The calm voice from the command center crackled through the comms.
In an instant, every sound around them vanished.
All eyes turned toward the misty mountain ahead—
and tension gripped every soul watching across dimensions.
Even the audience of the Marvel Universe could feel the suffocating dread.
The silence before the storm was the loudest sound of all.
---
Stark Industries Tower
Tony Stark wiped the sweat from his forehead—only to realize his shirt was already soaked through.
He glanced sideways at Colonel Rhodes.
"Tell me honestly… you think this containment's going to work?"
He didn't really expect an answer. He was just trying to drown out his own panic with words.
Rhodes exhaled slowly. "We're not talking about a typical anomaly, Tony. This is a Stag—a Supreme Deity. Honestly? I think we're screwed."
Seconds ticked by.
Then minutes.
And then the first distant rumble rolled through the mountains like an approaching wave.
Every heartbeat across the world seemed to stop.
That feeling—
the sense of death approaching step by step—
dug into everyone's chest.
And then—
They all felt it.
"He's coming."
Whether in the command room or the livestream, everyone stopped breathing.
All eyes locked on the fog-shrouded mountain.
---
A sound drifted from deep within the mist.
It was soft—like a long, mournful sigh.
Then the world fell into silence.
An invisible pressure split the fog apart.
A rancid stench rolled through the valley.
Leon's eyes narrowed. "Ammonia…"
Before he could finish, a deafening hum shook the mountains—
a noise so powerful it seemed to pull the sky down.
> "Here we go!"
The command center's voice barked through the comms.
And then—
The world saw Him.
---
From the shattered mist stepped the Supreme Divine Entity.
A creature shaped like a stag, its body cloaked in pine green and ivory fur.
Its long, slender neck ended in a pale, almost human-like face.
Its antlers—white streaked with black marble veins—shimmered faintly with blue light.
Above its head floated nine concentric rings of crystal and metal spheres, suspended in perfect symmetry.
The helium-filled halos turned endlessly, weaving a pattern of divine geometry—
a beauty so incomprehensible it hurt to look at.
The Stag gazed toward the ritual circles, where humans stood waiting.
When He opened His mouth, the air itself vibrated.
A low, haunting hum rippled through the atmosphere—
and then, once again, the world went still.
For one terrifying heartbeat, time itself seemed to stop.
---
Then came the chaos.
> "Oh my God—THAT'S the real thing?!"
"I can feel it through the screen—my chest won't stop tightening!"
"I swear I just forgot how to breathe…"
"My eyes are watering! What the hell is this pressure?!"
---
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
Every agent stood frozen.
Even battle-hardened soldiers couldn't speak.
Nick Fury stared at the monitor, eyes wide, the cup slipping from his hand unnoticed as water splashed across the table.
It was the first time he had ever witnessed a Supreme God in person.
And it nearly broke him.
---
Kamar-Taj
The Ancient One stared at the screen, her golden eyes trembling.
For a moment, even her mind—trained across centuries—locked up in pure fear.
Every instinct screamed one word:
> Danger.
Unlike the Crimson King or the Cosmic Starfish, the Stag exuded no madness, no corruption.
Unlike the Three Brothers of Death, He carried no aura of decay.
His power was different—
terrifying because it was real.
He was here.
The body of a god had stepped into the mortal world.
---
The Watcher's Realm
From his distant dimension, Uatu the Watcher whispered:
> "This… this is the Supreme Divine Entity."
Even his cosmic mind trembled before the incomprehensible laws embodied in the creature below.
Before he could collect himself, the Stag opened His mouth once again.
The sound that followed was impossible to describe—
half a mournful bellow, half the echo of creation itself.
The air rippled visibly.
And then—
He began to walk.
---
Each step made the world tremble.
Boom.
Boom.
The mountains quaked.
The air froze.
Only the Stag moved—slowly, majestically—each motion like the ticking of a cosmic clock.
---
"Ten seconds left!" Leon shouted, snapping the ritualists out of their trance.
"Eight!"
"Seven!"
Someone whimpered. Someone else began to sob.
"Five!"
"Start all procedures!"
---
Then—
The world ignited.
The Ritual to Deceive the Divine began.
Six circles flared to life around the containment zone.
Six masked figures—Joy, Sorrow, Rage, Indifference, Fear, and Folly—stepped forward and began their bizarre pantomime.
A mockery of divinity itself.
This was Procedure 410: Cassini.
---
At 180 degrees, another team exchanged small handmade trinkets while chanting aloud and scattering grain upon the ground.
Procedure 430: Epimetheus.
---
At 240 degrees, containment specialists tied wool around their ankles, drank 60 milliliters of olive oil, and began reciting the Cassiel-A incantation.
Others hammered stones rhythmically, the sound echoing through the valley.
Procedure 440: Cassir.
---
At 300 degrees, a group lifted a naked man high into the circle…
And the ritual to deceive a God continued.
The humans performed their strange, desperate play—
a performance for an audience that could erase the world with a thought.
And in the heavens above,
God watched.
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