[Streamer] 3 – Madness

Thunk, the body of the Undead fell to the ground, the alien spear rifle in their hands sparking and on the brink of failure. How many times had he died? He couldn't remember. He's crawled, stumbled, and dashed across multiple streets of New York, death embracing his shriveled corpse every few moments as the horde of Aliens that poured out from the portal descended upon him and the surrounding city. 

Bit by bit, with each death, the Undead became more like a beast than a man, his body becoming more malnourished and shriveled, to the point that now the skin was barely hanging onto his body, and it turned a sickly grey. Yet despite his seemingly weak appearance, a bloodlust infused his body with strength as more aliens fell to the combination of his sword and the occasional alien spear rifle he looted from a dead alien.

Not only was his body so sickly that he resembled more of a shambling corpse than a living human, but even his eyes had shifted color, becoming an inky black. This made the Undead's appearance even more inhuman, as its clothes were mere scraps of what they once were as they hung from his frame.

[The Golden Emperor Entombed Upon a Throne looks upon the Streamer with pitty]

[The Lamb beckons the Streamer to her embrace]

[The Blood God laughs with glee at the carnage and madness afflicted on the Streamer]

The undead didn't acknowledge the messages as they stumbled across the street before pausing as a loud series of 'thumps' echoed across the city. Looking up, the undead witnessed a beam of light from the Stark Tower and into the portal, forcing the portal closed. Yet even then, the undead didn't react until an alien spear was thrust through his chest. Turning around, the undead watched as the alien before he fell to the ground alongside him, like the alien was a puppet that lost its strings.

...

Meanwhile, a metal figure fell from the sky, only to be caught by a man with a cape, scale armor, and a rather distinct hammer and brought safely to the ground.

As the man carried the other to the ground, the rest of the Avengers gathered around.

"Stark! Are you with me?!" called out Thor Odinson, Crown Prince of Azgard, as he tore away the mask that covered the playboy genius, revealing the stoic face of a man with dark hair and a goatee, their eyes closed and unresponsive.

Thinking their arrogant friend was dead, Thor fell back, distraught clear on his face.

A somber silence took hold of the area before the Hulk, a rather large green humanoid with short brown hair, green eyes, and a build that could shame the best bodybuilders in the world, making them seem like a child before him, yelled at Stark, startling the playboy genius awake with its thunderous roar that echoed across the city. 

As Stark awoke with wide eyes and a startled expression, the Avengers around him fell back in relief, but that's when the sound of metal on rock echoed down the street, drawing the attention of the Avengers.

Steve Rogers was the first to recognize the corpse limping down the street, as that is the only way you could describe the appearance of the zombie-like creature that limped down the street with an alien spear rifle stabbed through their chest.

"What the hell...?" Hawkeye called out, seeing the creature.

Just as the creature neared the Avengers, a sudden holy golden light swallowed the creature, blinding the Avengers.

What was left after the light faded away was a man in tattered clothing, pristine white wings adorning their back; then, with a loud thunk, the man collapsed to the ground, leaving the Avengers to look on with confusion.

...

[Congratulations on completing the challenge!]

[Issuing Reward: Tome of Ozul the Sage]

[Congratulations on completing the challenge!]

[Issuing Reward: Divine Wings]

[Divine Wings - Said to be a Gift from the Protector of Mankind to those he blesses. Wings are fully functional and are strong enough to take flight despite the blessed's body weight]

[End Stream?]

[No input. Continuing stream]

...

As SHIELD did its best to confiscate and gather all of the alien tech, bodies, and scrap they could manage, Fury, on his personal Helicarrier, was standing at the helm of the ship as the area around him was bustling with activity as the ship's staff went about their work.

On the console around Fury, who stood at the center of the room, was a screen showing a sterile white room with an unknown man lying unconscious on a small bed. Another screen showed a lab with a strange and unknown sword in a containment box. It's been a few hours since the invasion of New York, and despite that, there were still no records of who the unknown man was. Nor...what the unknown man was.

Whatever they were, they were not human, despite what the science says. What little footage was scavenged from Security Cameras, Traffic cameras, and satellite imagery? The man lying on that bed had suffered fatal injuries dozens of times from what was now known as the Chitauri, the aliens that invaded New York. 

The man, named Daniel, due to the encounter with Captain America, was not on any database; he was a complete unknown, and Fury did not like unknowns.

...

Stab, punch, stab, dead.

Shoot, sweep, thrust, dead. 

Dead. 

Dead.

Dead.

With a start, I jumped up from the apparent bed I was lying on and tensed for a fight, only to see sterile white walls surrounding me, not even a door in sight.

"What...?" I spoke out in confusion as my eyes swept over my surroundings.

What happened? Where was I? 

Scenes flashed before my eyes, of me surrounded by dozens of Alients who constantly killed me over and over, of me inching forward despite the agony and killing them one by one. How many times did I die? 

What did I lose? 

I wasn't stupid; the Darksign took a severe toll; it took a piece of me every time I died. If I kept dying...Eventually, I would remember nothing; my mind would be blank, leaving nothing but a hollow shell of who I once was. What was I thinking?! Doing something so wreckless, so stupid?! 

Then I remembered.

[Bloodlust (Minor) - With each blood spilled, gain a minor boost to strength]

Bloodlust, the Blessing given to me by the Blood God. I recognized the name. 

Khorne. One of the four major Chaos Gods of the Immaterium from Warhammer 40k, and if I could hazard a guess, I could guess four others.

Three of which are Slaneesh, Nurgle, and Tzeentch, and the other three are Major Chaos Gods.

Then there was the Emperor of Mankind, his title blatantly giving it away.

The Lamb and Wolf, I could only assume, was Kindred from League of Legends, going by their cryptic messages.

The Mad God of Cheese had to be Sheogorath of Elder Scrolls. I could think of no other with that specific title.

Which left the Conquerer of Stars and The Keeper of the Balance as the two I didn't immediately recognize.

Who are they?