He-El, the Thing at the Source of Contamination

"What are you?!"

Odin blurted out in shock. His single eye shone brilliantly with alarm, his towering body seeming to hold up the heavens. He gripped Gungnir tightly, while the two vicious wolves at his feet bared their fangs alongside him, crouching low on all fours in a savage attacking stance.

The sight before him was truly chilling. Since growing up on battlefields, making his name, and becoming King of the Gods, Odin had witnessed countless strange and bizarre things and lived through ages of change. Very little could still make him lose his composure.

Yet throughout his long life, he had never seen anything so eerie.

Before him, He-El's body seemed to be sprouting countless writhing octopus-like tentacles. Endless darkness filled with twisted, ugly hatred and evil—as though it had stared upon something that should never be seen—formed innumerable dark feelers that desperately crawled outward.

The majestic palace began to corrode under the twisted darkness spreading from He-El's body. This dark curse seemed conscious, muttering curses against He-El as it warped the void around them and contaminated the floor.

Darkness, distortion, and evil began spreading from He-El.

He-El merely raised his eyes and glanced at Odin. In that instant, Odin felt as though he had watched a horror film. He-El's face began to rot, one half exposing deep white bone, while the lines of his fat and muscles twisted into something grotesque.

The darkness on his body ignited flames named distortion, rage, Abomination, and every other negative emotion, burning his flesh.

Yet in the next moment, within Odin's eye, he returned to normal. The intact He-El and the darkness-corroded He-El flickered back and forth where he stood, shaking his head and whispering pitying sighs at Odin.

It was darkness, yet more than darkness—and not darkness. It carried intense hatred