The three titans stood in silence.
Each one locked in position.None speaking.None blinking.The fate of the void trembled in their stillness.
Then—
NM!UltSans moved.
One step.
Just his right leg forward.
That was enough.
A ripple—Reality split.
D2V was launched, thrown violently across the battlefield without being touched.He crashed into the far distance, skidding like a missile in ash.
Simultaneously—faint blue trails shimmered, bouncing like fragmented echoes of movement.
They struck A'malther's chest.
He didn't move.
Only flickered.Briefly.
Then—
NM!UltSans was gone.
Appearing—Not teleporting—Phasing between realities.
He reformed in front of A'malther, without having moved at all.
And then, the battle began.
The void screamed.
Reality shattered every fraction of a second.Time skipped frames.Only flashes could be seen—Bits of a clash too vast for a single plane to contain.
D2V lifted his head, still crouched like a wild beast.
He saw nothing.
Only shockwaves.Warped sound.And flickers of movement beyond movement.
NM!UltSans wasn't just shifting space—
He was skipping existence.
And then—stillness.
Suddenly—
Both stood apart, again.Both upright.Unmoving.
A'malther exhaled—then knelt.One knee down.His gaze turned to NM!UltSans.
His expression twisted, deeper than even SCP-035 could conceal.
Because above NM!UltSans' outstretched hand—floated billions of souls.
All of them.A'malther's.His empire's.His people.
All gathered.All claimed.
The sight struck him like a death sentence.
Then came the impact.
A blue-flamed D2V, eyes blazing, slammed his knee into A'malther's cheek.
A'malther flew, dazed—
Only for D2V to catch him midair by the ankle,And smash him into the ground—
Again.And again.And again.
He raged like a wild animal—Bludgeoning A'malther like a broken doll, roaring without words.
And then—
Collapse.
The void caught fire.Everything collapsed inward.
And D2V was gone.
Just like that.
NM!UltSans stood still.Exactly where he had been.
Unmoving.Untouched.
Then—A hand extended toward A'malther.
Delicate. Familiar.
He looked—
And saw A'habbat.
But… not her.
Her eyes burned with blue flame.And without a word, she grabbed A'malther's horn—
And kneed him in the face.
A'malther reeled.
Then—his children arrived.
All of them.
Zalthirion with quiet leadership
Velarithia cloaked in peace
Theramion storming like a general
Yvalisera, wielding multiversal force
Zekarion, bringing the fury of Nexus tech
Letharian, a ghost in flesh
Veylthara, burning with youthful fire
They attacked all at once.
No mercy.No hesitation.
A'malther endured.
He didn't strike back.He couldn't.
He tanked what he could.
What little was left of his power, he spent holding back.From hurting them.From hurting what once was his legacy.
Then—
It stopped.
A'malther barely moved his arm—Checked the distance—
NM!UltSans was standing in front of him.
Silent.
Then—
A ghostly echo of NM!UltSans detached—Backflipped through the air—
KICK.
A'malther flew.
And then—the barrage began.
Flames
Blue and red magic
Bones
Stars
Blasters
Unknowns
Every strike felt like a lifetime of punishment.
Every blast felt like vengeance given form.
A'malther crashed again—Returned to the same spot, but broken.
D2V dashed in.
His form a blur.
He landed on A'malther's back, clawing, punching, snarling—Feral.
He tried to tear him open.Tried to dig through armor, bone, skin—
Until he found the symbol.
A heart-shaped cavity.
D2V paused.
Something... instinctual.Primal.Drawn to that void.
He reached in.
But—there was nothing.
A'malther struck.
One clean punch.
D2V flew—skidding far across the wasteland.
A'malther stood.
Shaking.Broken.But standing.
He turned.
NM!UltSans was already there.
Not a scratch on him.No fatigue.No change.
Just stillness.His hands still in his pockets.
D2V crouched again in the distance—His form tensed, low, snarling—
But he stayed there.
Because he understood now.
NM!UltSans vs. A'malther.Again.
NM!UltSans: untouched, unreadable, inhuman.
A'malther: drained, near collapse, but still dignified, still standing.
D2V: burning, ready to pounce, but smart enough to wait.
The void didn't breathe.It trembled.
Only one would walk away.
The final moves were near.
A'malther slowly stood up, with difficulty, but yet, capable of doing so. NM!UltSans stood motionless, and not caring.
After a moment, A'malther scratched his shoulders and then his head, and in a sudden, the DT force, known as A'malther's Chara, suddenly appeared, but her left hand was being followed by a trail of human souls. She flied and floated around A'malther, surrounding him while also making the trail of human souls surround him too.
After a short moment, once surrounded, slowly, the trail of human souls started to move inside A'malther, absorbing them again. NM!UltSans hesitated, and suddenly, shot a blue beam from his eyes, but it was instantly parried by a red distortion. NM!UltSans hesitated, seeing how A'malther's Chara was floating in between, staring at NM!UltSans.
NM!UltSans tried to do something, but every time he tried, everything glitched, as if whatever he was trying to do was being cancelled. This wasn't his realm, and A'malther's Chara was making it clear.
After a moment, suddenly, A'malther had already absorbed all the 8 billion human souls, again, back to where they were before, and A'malther gained back all his strength, and more, as his eigh wings suddenly appeared wided in his back, his golden veins glowing brightly, his ethereal aura glowing around him, and then he moved his hands to his shoulders and a sudden cloak appeared and was moved to open and cover his shoulders and back.
A'malther was hiding all he was, until now. And NM!UltSans was about to find out what happens when a God of such magnitude and caliber gets mad.
Then, in A'malther's chest, a sudden glow appeared in his chest, the gem now glowing inside the heart space; and his crystalline divine armor started glowing with cosmic light, while everything as the void, the reality, and more further and deeper, everything, started lighting and shadowing in a constant way, as A'malther radiates a faint crimson glow intertwined with strands of golden light and violet mist, this combination creating a mesmerizing visual effect, resembling a cosmic storm brewing around him.
Then, A'malther talked, his voice was layered, resonating with countless echoes and carrying the weight of multiversal authority. When he speaks, his words ripple through space, leaving faint vibrations in the air that linger like a divine hymn.
This surprised both NM!UltSans and D2V, as A'malther's voice wasn't like this before, showing how much he must have been holding back from the very beginning when all of them met before all the fighting begun.
A'malther: "Ne'er had E'er deemed thee so mighty—thou who treadest the starwoven strands of countless realms, and weavest thy own domains; thou who summonest forth those I hold most dear—D2V, mine consort, mine progeny—to stand 'gainst me; yea, thou who feasted upon the mortal embers of all souls E'er absorbed in ages past. Thy powers enthral mine very essence. Yet the tideglass hath tolled its final chime… and now, 'tis ended."
A'malther lifted his right hand, moving his cloak to bounce, and then, NM!UltSans suddenly lost all the flame around him, as it was somehow on A'malther's right hand, and now NM!UltSans wasn't in Nightmare Mode anymore, just another Fanon UltSans version, and the next second, NM!UltSans suddenly started shaking in glitches, shaking and convulsing while also not doing so, and after a short moment, all reality broke and got fixed, re-writing, and D2V suddenly shaked his head, finding himself still in his hunting position, but being pet by A'malther's right hand, as he was feeling the pats with a soft warm flame over his head, and in front of D2V, a very delicious feast of flesh and meat, as was what remained of NM!UltSans.
A'malther: "Feast, mine pet. Thou hast astonished E'er, not merely by thy savagery, but by the sheer breadth of thy might—thy raw flame of will, thy soul forged in fury, thy unyielding stride. Such power, unshaped and wild, yet formidable still. Think not to flee, for thy soul now dwelleth within mine grasp. Thou art bound, and thine essence hath been claimed. Thou art not the first to kneel as such... and, should the stars whisper true, thou shalt not be the last. Now—partake of thy banquet of flesh and bone, and let thy hunger be sated beneath mine watchful gaze."
D2V hesitated, and then noticed his jaw fixed, and his body not anymore as how they were a moment ago, but as he was before going to his phase 2, as the chains were gone, his muscles were relaxed, and his eyes were fixed too. He hesitated, as A'malther continued petting him as if A'malther really owned him.
D2V hesitated, and slowly started eating the feast, without noticing, A'malther's cloak was starting to also him from A'malther's right shoulder, extending itself to cover D2V; while also red faint trails from D2V was moving into A'malther's crystalline divine armor.