Destroyer Through The Multiverse Ch 18

Tatsuya stood at the edge of the crowded room, his eyes fixed on the spectacle before him. The Stark mansion pulsed with energy, music blaring from speakers hidden in every corner. Strobe lights cut through the darkness, illuminating the sea of bodies that writhed to the beat. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and perfume.

He watched as Tony Stark, encased in his Iron Man suit, stumbled through the crowd. The suit's eyes glowed an eerie blue, a stark contrast to the warm brown of Tony's eyes that Tatsuya had come to know. Tony raised a bottle of champagne to his lips, the liquid spilling down the metallic chin of his helmet.

Tatsuya's stomach churned. This wasn't the Tony Stark he had come to respect. This was a man drowning in his own demons, using the party as a flimsy shield against the harsh realities that awaited him outside these walls.

A group of partygoers cheered as Tony lifted a watermelon with one armored hand, crushing it effortlessly. The fruit's pink innards splattered across the floor, mixing with spilled drinks and confetti. Tatsuya winced, remembering the power of that suit when it was used for good. Now, it was nothing more than a party trick.

He caught sight of Pepper across the room, her face a mask of barely contained fury and disappointment. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Tatsuya saw his own concern mirrored in her gaze. She gave him a slight nod before turning back to Tony, her lips pressed into a thin line.

The music shifted, the bass dropping so low that Tatsuya could feel it in his chest. Tony stumbled onto a raised platform, microphone in hand. His words slurred as he addressed the crowd, each sentence punctuated by drunken laughter.

Tatsuya watched as Rhodey pushed through the crowd, his face set in grim determination. He made his way to Pepper, who stood at the edge of the room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Their voices were lost in the din of the party, but Tatsuya could read the concern etched on their faces.

Rhodey's jaw clenched as he spoke, his eyes never leaving Tony. He took a step forward, ready to intervene, but Pepper's hand shot out, grabbing his arm. She shook her head, her red hair catching the light as she moved. With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and strode towards Tony.

Tatsuya's gaze followed her as she navigated the sea of revelers. Tony swayed on the platform, his armored hand clutching a bottle of champagne. His faceplate was up, revealing flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. He grinned as Pepper approached, raising the bottle in a mock salute.

Their conversation was lost in the pounding music, but Tatsuya could see Tony's expression shift from jovial to defensive. He gestured wildly with his free hand, nearly losing his balance. Suddenly, a bright flash erupted from his palm. The repulsor blast shattered a nearby glass, sending shards flying.

The crowd fell silent for a moment before erupting in cheers. Tony's face lit up at the reaction. He stumbled off the platform, scanning the room for his next target. His eyes landed on a vase perched on a nearby table.

"Who wants to see some fireworks?" Tony slurred, raising his hand.

The repulsor whined as it charged. Tatsuya's muscles tensed, ready to spring into action. But before he could move, Tony fired. The vase exploded in a shower of ceramic and flowers.

The partygoers whooped and hollered, egging Tony on. He grinned, drunk on their approval and alcohol. His eyes darted around the room, seeking out more targets.

Tatsuya's stomach churned. This wasn't just a party getting out of hand. It was a man spiraling out of control, using his incredible technology as a party trick. The power that had saved lives was now being used to destroy random objects for the amusement of drunken strangers.

He couldn't watch anymore. Without a word, Tatsuya slipped away from the wall and made his way to the exit. The cool night air hit his face as he stepped outside, a stark contrast to the stifling heat of the party.

Tatsuya's hand went to his pocket, fingers brushing against the Decadriver. He knew what he had to do. It was time for Kamen Rider Decade to make an appearance and put an end to this dangerous spectacle.

Tatsuya watched the scene unfold, his jaw clenched tight. The party had devolved into chaos. Guests hurled objects into the air with reckless abandon. Watermelons, wine bottles, vases - anything they could get their hands on became airborne targets.

Tony, suited up as Iron Man, swayed unsteadily. His repulsors fired wildly, blasting the projectiles to smithereens. Each hit drew raucous cheers from the crowd. Tony basked in their approval, egging them on for more.

The air reeked of alcohol and gunpowder. Shards of glass and fruit pulp littered the floor. Tatsuya's stomach churned. This wasn't the Tony Stark he knew. This was a man on the edge, spiraling out of control.

A guest raised another bottle, ready to launch it skyward. Tatsuya's hand moved to his belt. In a flash of light, Kamen Rider Decade materialized.

The bottle sailed through the air. Decade's arm snapped up, Ride Booker in hand. A single shot rang out. The bottle exploded mid-flight, showering the crowd with glass.

The room fell silent. All eyes turned to the magenta-armored figure. Tony stumbled, his faceplate retracting to reveal bloodshot eyes.

"Well, well," Tony slurred. "If it isn't our mystery hero. Come to join the party?"

Decade strode forward, his boots crunching on broken glass. "I'm disappointed, Stark. This isn't you."

Tony's laugh was hollow. "And what would you know about me?"

"I know you're better than this," Decade said. He gestured at the destruction around them. "Is this what Iron Man stands for now? Drunken property damage?"

Tony's eyes narrowed. "You don't get to judge me. You don't know what I'm dealing with."

"Then enlighten me," Decade challenged. "Or are you too busy playing the fool?"

The tension in the room thickened as Iron Man and Kamen Rider Decade faced off. Tony's eyes, glazed with alcohol and recklessness, darted to the DJ booth.

"Hey, DJ!" Tony shouted, his words slurring. "How about some fight music? Give me something with a beat!"

The DJ, sensing the gravity of the situation, hesitated for a moment before queuing up a pulsing electronic track. The bass thundered through the speakers, matching the rising tension in the room.

Iron Man's faceplate snapped shut. "Let's dance, mystery man."

Without warning, Tony fired his repulsors. Decade dodged, the energy blast shattering a nearby bar. Guests screamed, scrambling for cover. The fight had begun.

Decade rolled to his feet, Ride Booker in hand. "Stark, stop this madness!"

But Tony was beyond reason. He charged forward, metal fists swinging. Decade parried the blows, his magenta armor gleaming under the party lights.

The crowd, initially frozen in shock, began to move. Some fled towards the exits, while others, driven by morbid curiosity, pulled out their phones. The air filled with the glow of screens as people started recording the surreal battle unfolding before them.

Iron Man's erratic movements betrayed his intoxication. His attacks were powerful but unfocused. Decade, in contrast, moved with precision, deflecting blows and looking for openings.

"You think you can just show up and play hero?" Tony taunted, his voice distorted through the suit's speakers. He unleashed a barrage of mini-missiles, forcing Decade to dive behind an overturned table.

The missiles exploded, showering the room with debris. Guests screamed, ducking for cover. The smell of smoke and alcohol mingled in the air.

Decade emerged from the wreckage, his armor scorched but intact. "I'm not here to play anything, Stark. I'm here to stop you from making a grave mistake."

"The only mistake," Tony growled, "was letting you crash my party!"

He charged forward, tackling Decade through a plate-glass window. They tumbled onto the balcony overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The crowd gasped, phones raised high to capture every moment of the battle.

Decade broke free from Iron Man's grip, rolling to his feet. He inserted a card into his belt.

[Kamen Ride: Kuuga]

In a flash of light, Decade's armor transformed, taking on the appearance of Kamen Rider Kuuga. With enhanced strength, he met Iron Man's next charge head-on.

The two armored figures grappled at the edge of the balcony, their battle silhouetted against the night sky. Phones clicked and flashed as the onlookers recorded every punch, every dodge, every near-fall.

Iron Man's repulsors flared, pushing Decade back. "Had enough yet, copycat?"

Decade stood his ground. "I could ask you the same, Stark. Is this really how you want to be remembered?"

For a moment, Tony hesitated. But the alcohol clouding his judgment pushed him forward once more. He fired his unibeam, a concentrated blast of energy from his chest.

Decade leaped over the blast, the energy scorching the balcony where he had stood. He landed behind Iron Man, striking at the joints of the armor.

The crowd gasped and cheered, their phones capturing every moment of the intense battle. The fight had become a spectacle, a viral video in the making.

As the two armored figures continued to trade blows, the party guests found themselves torn between fear and fascination. Some retreated further into the mansion, while others pressed closer, eager for a better view of the clash between Iron Man and the mysterious Kamen Rider.

The battle between Decade and Iron Man raged on, their armored forms clashing in a spectacle of light and sound. The party guests watched in awe, their phones recording every moment of the surreal fight.

Decade, realizing that his current form wasn't enough to subdue the drunken and reckless Tony Stark, decided to change tactics. He reached for another card, his movements swift and deliberate.

[Kamen Ride: Faiz]

In a flash of light, Decade's form shifted once again. The Kuuga armor melted away, replaced by the sleek black and silver design of Kamen Rider Faiz. The red photon streams along his suit pulsed with energy, casting an eerie glow in the night.

Iron Man paused, taken aback by the sudden transformation. "Nice trick," he slurred, his words barely coherent through the suit's speakers. "But it'll take more than a costume change to stop me."

Faiz said nothing, instead reaching for another card. He slotted it into his belt, the mechanical voice announcing his next move.

[Attack Ride: Auto Vajin]

The air shimmered, and a sleek motorcycle materialized beside Faiz. But this was no ordinary bike.

[BATTLE MODE]

In a series of fluid motions, the Auto Vajin transformed, parts shifting and rearranging until it stood as a humanoid robot, ready for battle.

The crowd gasped, some retreating further into the mansion while others pressed closer, phones raised high to capture this incredible turn of events.

Iron Man laughed, the sound hollow and bitter. "Two against one? That's hardly fair."

"This isn't about fair, Stark," Faiz replied, his voice steady. "It's about stopping you before you hurt yourself or someone else."

With a nod to Auto Vajin, Faiz sprang into action. The two moved in perfect sync, flanking Iron Man from both sides. Tony, his reactions slowed by alcohol and fatigue, struggled to keep up with the coordinated assault.

Faiz ducked under a wild repulsor blast, closing the distance. His fist, charged with photon energy, struck Iron Man's midsection. The force of the blow sent Tony staggering backward, right into the waiting arms of Auto Vajin.

The robot's powerful grip locked around Iron Man's arms, pinning them to his sides. Tony struggled, his suit's servos whining with the effort, but Auto Vajin held firm.

"Let go of me!" Tony shouted, his voice a mix of anger and desperation.

Faiz approached, his steps measured and calm. He reached out, placing his hand on Iron Man's chest plate, right over the arc reactor. With a pulse of energy from his suit, Faiz sent a carefully calibrated electromagnetic surge through Tony's armor.

The effect was immediate. Iron Man's suit powered down, the lights in his eyes and chest fading. The crowd watched in stunned silence as the seemingly invincible Iron Man was rendered helpless.

Faiz stepped back, his posture relaxing slightly. "It's over, Stark. Your armor's disabled. This madness ends now."

Inside the powerless suit, Tony's labored breathing echoed. The faceplate retracted, revealing his sweat-soaked face. His eyes, no longer hidden behind the mask, showed a mix of anger, fear, and shame.

"Who are you?" Tony demanded, his voice hoarse. "What gives you the right to interfere?"

Faiz's form shimmered, reverting to Decade. He stood before Tony, his green eyes gleaming behind his mask. "I'm just a passing-through Kamen Rider. Remember that."

Decade leaned in close, his voice low enough that only Tony could hear. "Stark, you need to snap out of this. This destructive behavior, this recklessness – it's not you. You're better than this."

Tony's eyes flickered, a moment of clarity breaking through the haze of alcohol. "You don't understand," he mumbled. "I'm... I'm dying. The very thing keeping me alive is killing me."

Decade paused, processing this revelation. "Then face it with a clear mind," he said firmly. "You're Tony Stark. You've faced impossible odds before. But you can't solve anything like this."

He gestured around at the destroyed mansion, the frightened guests, the phones still recording every moment. "Is this how Iron Man falls? Not to a supervillain or an alien invasion, but to his own demons?"

Tony's shoulders sagged, the fight draining out of him. Shame crept into his eyes as he surveyed the damage he'd caused.

Decade stepped back, nodding to Auto Vajin. The robot released its hold on Tony, who stumbled slightly before catching himself.

"Clear your head, Stark," Decade said. "Face your problems as the hero you're meant to be, not... this."

With those final words, Decade turned and walked away. The crowd parted before him, a mix of awe and fear on their faces.

[VEHICLE MODE]

Auto Vajin transformed back into its motorcycle form, and Decade mounted it smoothly.

As the engine roared to life, Decade cast one last look at Tony Stark. The billionaire stood alone amidst the wreckage of his party, his powered-down suit a stark reminder of his vulnerability.

Without another word, Decade sped off into the night, leaving behind a stunned silence and a room full of questions.