The Life Of Billy Batson | Shazam

Love Has No Limits

*WARNING: MAJOR FEELS IN THIS ONE. BE WARNED.*

*Also: LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE READING.*

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Someone told me...

Right, clear and true about what hurts.

The smell of blood freshly staining the ground permeated through his nose as he stood on the ravaged hillside. The man breathed heavily, his body bruised and battered as he stared up at his adversary. 

He tried to get the stench of fresh blood out of his nose, get it out of his mind, but it was as sticky as it was disorienting. The raven looked around him, taking a moment to look at the land around him that had been torn to shreds.

The ground was charred and blackened, trees having been uprooted and fried, leaving behind smoking bark. 

Heroes and villains alike lay scattered around him in various states of unconsciousness and- he didn't want to think of what else.

Exhaustion pulled at the edges of his conscious but he fought against it, snarling at the vile being that did this to his team, his friends.

I write my story with more than words,

For the voice that can't be heard.

Marvel wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, glancing down at the blood that smeared across it. He wasn't going to last for much longer, he knew this. Glancing back up and breathing heavily, he'd never felt more tired. 

Part of him wanted to give in, to finally sleep, but he knew he couldn't. 

A louder part, the distinctly Billy part, yelled and thrashed, screaming at him to keep going until his last breath.

He had to- this being, in all its hubris, was trying to take everything away from him. His home, his friends, his family- he wouldn't let Earth fall. He couldn't. 

Captain Marvel was its guardian, a God of Gods, someone that, at the end of the day, would do anything to protect those he loved.

Carve my heart into this dirt.

Marvel pushed past the pain that screamed in his joints and muscles, pushed past the blood that oozed from fresh wounds and seeped down his leg and abdomen, darkening his suit.