Stars shine and die. Planets grow and wither. Species live and fade.
Since the beginning, when the multiverse came into being, the cycle had continued. Life grew and shrank. The strong survived and the weak died. The strongest build empires, civilizations. They grew to understand the universe they inhabited, the forces and counterforces in action every moment of every day of every world. Gravity. Electomagnetism. The species even gained mastery over the atom and its forces. And with each passing moment of each passing day, the strong grew stronger as the weak grew weaker.
And thus the Gaurdians of the Universe, the strongest of the strong, created the Green Lantern Corps to police and monitor the galaxy, to keep the strong from eraticating the weak. Hope, compassion, love; the high orders of the mind guided the Gaurdians to their decision to protect those less than they. Weilding the power of will, of the Green emotional color and the symbiotic life-form Ion, the Gaurdians sought to impose order upon the universe, to stop the seeming chaos of the cycle which, for untold eons, had prevailed.
That was an error.
The Gaurdians didn't understand the spectrum fully. They beilieved, in their arrogant hearts, that they controlled the Universe, could bend it to their considerable will. They were wrong, and their Corps was almost emlimiated, along with themselves.
Red and yellow. Green and blue. Orange. Violet. Indigo. The colors of the emotional color spectrum. There was power in those who weilded the color. Rage and fear. Willpower and Hope. Avarice. Love. Compassion. Harnessed by batteries and power rings, for a time, the Weilders of Light managed to coexist, just as the colors of the rainbow were joined in the sky. Time passed, however; planets grow and wither. Species live and fade. The cycle continues uninterrupted.
Until now. Now, the course of universal history has been changed forever.
Black. Black was not a part of the spectrum. Black was... an abomination. A void. Lack of the light which ruled the universe. It was the Black Hand. The creation of the Black Power Battery from the corpse of the Anti-Monitor. Resurrection. Life from death. It was not supposed to be this way.
And We know it.
We see it.
We are the White. We are the Judges of the Universe. We are displeased.
And by the Supreme, We will fix it.