Post by oooo on Apr 2, 2020 12:02:02 GMT
Peace reigned supreme in all universes, our brave heroes had vanquished every foe that had threatened it, and now they could finally bask in the peace of world they had saved. It was a Golden age. But perhaps out of every universe, every foe, and every time reality came to the brink of obliteration, they had failed to see the sickness that had affected their own universe, Universe 7. It was not a sickness that came from any villainous God, or Demon lord from another realm, it was one made from a wickedness incomparable in its audacity and lack of regard for human life. It came from the cruelty of mortals.
In Universe 7 a genocide had started, incomparable in scale to any act in its endless cruelty and disregard for life in all forms. The universe’s inhabitants had thrown away their souls, willingly or not and accepted the cold embrace of steel for its new shell. They felt no wants, no desires, and no emotions. Pain was a foreign concept to them, and for that they believed they had been liberated, while they willingly damned themselves. Those who remained, who chose to preserve their humanity even with the ire of a New God upon them would find no compassion nor peace. Misery was their only company as they were forced into slums, or off into frontier worlds. In the world of the New God, there was to be no place for weakness, nor dissent, nor individual thought.
They all worshipped one being, every day they sang their prayers to him, and every night they thanked him for the world he had given them. He was their world, and they worshipped his sign. A single eye, with a globe behind it to represent the world. This was the world of the Kingpin, the New God.
….
In his realm between time and space, incomprehensible in its grand design to any mortal. The Overseer of Universe 11 observed the situation in Universe 7 with growing concern, and if he might dare so say fear. He saw the chaos, pure chaos that reigned in this realm. A chaos and evil that was forged into the very existence of the realm now, in his search he was made privy to the sign that they worshipped the figure that they called their God.
He had been made known to this cruelty by a realisation that his universe had been undermined from within. Enemies, and figures he and the multiverse at large had believed dead had revealed themselves. He had apprehended one, and learnt a truth that sent a chill down his spine. The Cult of the Beast, it had survived in some form. Too massive, and too far reaching, so much so that during the penultimate battle 10 years ago, the organisation had died but many members had lived.
He had been close to the Kraft users, and their rulers of time and space. He had witnessed the horrors of chaos, and The Beast. He could see the sign of it all over this realm, and knew The Beast’s words to be true. The creature shall never die, as long as there remained darkness within the hearts of man. “I can see why Belmod had such a disdain for mortals, this horror is enough to shatter my faith in all that is good in this world. But I am an Overseer and it is not my right, nor my privilege to step into the affairs of the world, least of all a world that I do not overseer. But I cannot stand aside and watch this horror unfold before me without taking action.” Toppo said as he stared into the images.
“Once more the Kraft users will act, for it is their sworn duty, their very purpose to rid the world of The Beast and his imprint. As it has always been.” He send out his mind, to one universe, and one place in particular.
Earth.
…
In East City, in the office of his company Lex would receive an unexpected guest. Appearing before him was Toppo, a mortal who had briefly assumed the title of Kraft user. “Lex, it has been long, too long since we have last met and I wished we could have met in better circumstances. I am projecting myself to you from Universe 11, so this is not my real body.”
In Universe 7 a genocide had started, incomparable in scale to any act in its endless cruelty and disregard for life in all forms. The universe’s inhabitants had thrown away their souls, willingly or not and accepted the cold embrace of steel for its new shell. They felt no wants, no desires, and no emotions. Pain was a foreign concept to them, and for that they believed they had been liberated, while they willingly damned themselves. Those who remained, who chose to preserve their humanity even with the ire of a New God upon them would find no compassion nor peace. Misery was their only company as they were forced into slums, or off into frontier worlds. In the world of the New God, there was to be no place for weakness, nor dissent, nor individual thought.
They all worshipped one being, every day they sang their prayers to him, and every night they thanked him for the world he had given them. He was their world, and they worshipped his sign. A single eye, with a globe behind it to represent the world. This was the world of the Kingpin, the New God.
….
In his realm between time and space, incomprehensible in its grand design to any mortal. The Overseer of Universe 11 observed the situation in Universe 7 with growing concern, and if he might dare so say fear. He saw the chaos, pure chaos that reigned in this realm. A chaos and evil that was forged into the very existence of the realm now, in his search he was made privy to the sign that they worshipped the figure that they called their God.
He had been made known to this cruelty by a realisation that his universe had been undermined from within. Enemies, and figures he and the multiverse at large had believed dead had revealed themselves. He had apprehended one, and learnt a truth that sent a chill down his spine. The Cult of the Beast, it had survived in some form. Too massive, and too far reaching, so much so that during the penultimate battle 10 years ago, the organisation had died but many members had lived.
He had been close to the Kraft users, and their rulers of time and space. He had witnessed the horrors of chaos, and The Beast. He could see the sign of it all over this realm, and knew The Beast’s words to be true. The creature shall never die, as long as there remained darkness within the hearts of man. “I can see why Belmod had such a disdain for mortals, this horror is enough to shatter my faith in all that is good in this world. But I am an Overseer and it is not my right, nor my privilege to step into the affairs of the world, least of all a world that I do not overseer. But I cannot stand aside and watch this horror unfold before me without taking action.” Toppo said as he stared into the images.
“Once more the Kraft users will act, for it is their sworn duty, their very purpose to rid the world of The Beast and his imprint. As it has always been.” He send out his mind, to one universe, and one place in particular.
Earth.
…
In East City, in the office of his company Lex would receive an unexpected guest. Appearing before him was Toppo, a mortal who had briefly assumed the title of Kraft user. “Lex, it has been long, too long since we have last met and I wished we could have met in better circumstances. I am projecting myself to you from Universe 11, so this is not my real body.”