Days of Chaos: A Marvel/DC Multiversal Crisis

Chapter One: How to Get Away with Warmongering Part 3

Namor lay in his bed, thinking of the day's events. Whatever possessed Orm to side with him, he didn't care. He had an ally that a good portion of Atlantis respected. The surface-dwellers had a phrase Namor hated -- "makes waves." Why should he bother making waves when he was the wave? Arthur Curry was a weak man. What kind of king didn't go by his own name? Aquaman. One of the most ridiculous superhero names he had ever encountered, and he worked with someone named D-Man a few times.

One of his consorts whimpered in her sleep and rolled to the other side of the bed. His royal quarters were specially designed to function as the surface world while allowing Atlanteans to enter as needed. "As needed" meaning whenever Namor wanted more physical entertainment.

He moved past the woman and walked to his wardrobe. He wasn't too keen on clothing, but going into the open completely naked might send the wrong impression. Or maybe Arthur would feel emasculated. Namor laughed at the idea and looked back at the woman he chose for the night.

But she wasn't in the bed any longer. Namor scanned the room to see her looking out the window, down into the city of Atlantis.

"Quite the view, isn't it?" Namor bragged, moving behind her and grasping her shoulders. She eased into him.

"Yes, my king. To think you rule half the kingdom..."

The king frowned. "I rule all of Atlantis — or I will once I deal with the Aquaman."

Namor went to say more, but in the corner of his eye, he noticed something. The woman he slept with that night, whom he was holding in his arms, was still in his bed. He looked forward again, but he was no longer holding her. Instead, in the reflection of the window, she stood behind him.

"What in the name of—"

Namor reached for the trident near his bed, but when he lunged back, the woman was gone again. Only, not gone, since she was still asleep.

"What is this?!" He called out to the room.

Something pinched his side, and he looked down to see blood coming out of his abdomen. Around his feet, water began to pool. In the window, there was a small, perfect hole letting the ocean leak in.

Another hole. Another pinch, this time in his thigh. Then in his chest. The throat. The hand. The ear.

Namor was nearly bulletproof but something was tearing him apart. And all the while, the room started flooding. He saw the silhouette of the woman's double in front of him but looked up to see Loki.

"What—why?"

Loki didn't respond. Instead, his form turned into a Doombot holding a weapon from Aquaman's Atlantis. And even though he was inside when he fired, another hole still formed in the window.

Namor didn't feel the pinch this time. The specialized bullet tore his brain apart before the pain receptors could fire. The Doombot suddenly exploded. Right as it did, Loki whispered into the consort's ear, "You can wake up now."

And she did. Screaming.