Crisis on Infinite Earths
Story by Marv Wolfman and George Pérez
Adapted by Elvenking
I don't own the DCU (If only I did.) I didn't come up with this story, I only wrote it into a novellization.
Chapter One- In The Beginning...
In the beginning, there was only one. A single black infinitude- so cold and dark, for so very long that even the burning light was imperceptible.
But the light grew, and the infinitude shuddered. And the darkness finally screamed, in as much pain as relief.
For in that instant, a multiverse was born- a multiverse of worlds vibrating and replicating... and a multiverse that should have been one, became many.
That was then.
This is the planet Earth... and in as many moments as it takes to comprehend it's fate, this earth will DIE!
A figure appeared in the middle of some streets in England's capital. His hair was light purple, his skin the color of the Anglo-Saxon descendants running around him. His baggy white shirt was covered in a green and yellow armor, which was covered in a darker green. They called him Pariah, and he had just appeared among the mobs of panicking civilians, running from the great white cloud- a sight he'd seen all too much of. He wished he could restore order and fight the great white walls, but, alas, he was not capable of doing such.
This Earth had superhuman champions. All Earths did. Pariah watched helplessly as their Green Lantern desperately attempted to stop the great white wall from consuming Coast City. The Flash ran straight into the white wall, thinking he could save the American Midwest. All of America fell, their superheroes dropping every two feet. Their Batman was helpless, and died in the conflagration. Even as their supervillains joined the desperate fight, the white wall of death advanced. Black Adam lived for three thousand years, only to die in a painful display of the white wall's power. Lex Luthor's years of opposing Superman came to an abrupt end as he died alone, proof of his great pride.
Now, it had come to this. Pariah watched as London was painfully slowly swallowed behind the wall. Block by block, innocent by innocent, London, the last area of the world, was destroyed. And Pariah was still shocked and horrified, even though he had seen this plague hundreds of times, each time successfully consuming a universe.
"Don't you people understand that there is no hope in running?" Pariah desperately tried to address the millions of fleeing civilians from an aerial post. The people paid him no heed, rather, they continued to flee.
"Or maybe they do understand. They see their world fraying, fading apart before their terrified eyes." Pariah began speaking to himself, pausing only to reveal his purple hair by removing his green hood. "Ten thousand years of civilization stolen without explanations or alternatives. Oh, they understand all too well. But they run because they fear prayer is not enough." A tear formed in Pariah's frightened eye, for he too knew that prayer was not enough.
Pariah now turned no longer wishing to live. He began flying, slowly at first, but slowly speeding up. "While I cannot run from this plague which swallows earth after earth." Pariah continued to speak to himself. "No, I am drawn to it. Forced to observe the death rattle-"
Pariah was cut off by a bloody scream. The people had been caught. Male, female, child, adult, black, white, Chinese, German, Persian, American, Briton, the terrible white wall did not discriminate or save. All who were caught in it were consumed. Pariah turned. There was still one metahuman on this Earth. Let him try to save it.
"-of the multiverse." Pariah resumed his speech to the audience of only himself. "How much longer must I suffer for my sins before I may be spared the witnessing of these horrors?" Pariah desperately began to break into fearful tears as he reached out to a boy, no older than ten, only to lose him to the white wall. Pariah's hands desperately reached into the antimatter, and he would have gladly followed them. "Let me die along with them! Don't let me live! Let me die along with- NO!" Pariah screamed desperately. "I... I'm disappearing again... another earth is to be swallowed by the dark. An I... I must attend to it as I have the hundreds which have died before it." Pariah vanished, not spared the torture of hearing the death rattle of another Earth.
Story by Marv Wolfman and George Pérez
Adapted by Elvenking
I don't own the DCU (If only I did.) I didn't come up with this story, I only wrote it into a novellization.
Chapter One- In The Beginning...
In the beginning, there was only one. A single black infinitude- so cold and dark, for so very long that even the burning light was imperceptible.
But the light grew, and the infinitude shuddered. And the darkness finally screamed, in as much pain as relief.
For in that instant, a multiverse was born- a multiverse of worlds vibrating and replicating... and a multiverse that should have been one, became many.
That was then.
This is the planet Earth... and in as many moments as it takes to comprehend it's fate, this earth will DIE!
A figure appeared in the middle of some streets in England's capital. His hair was light purple, his skin the color of the Anglo-Saxon descendants running around him. His baggy white shirt was covered in a green and yellow armor, which was covered in a darker green. They called him Pariah, and he had just appeared among the mobs of panicking civilians, running from the great white cloud- a sight he'd seen all too much of. He wished he could restore order and fight the great white walls, but, alas, he was not capable of doing such.
This Earth had superhuman champions. All Earths did. Pariah watched helplessly as their Green Lantern desperately attempted to stop the great white wall from consuming Coast City. The Flash ran straight into the white wall, thinking he could save the American Midwest. All of America fell, their superheroes dropping every two feet. Their Batman was helpless, and died in the conflagration. Even as their supervillains joined the desperate fight, the white wall of death advanced. Black Adam lived for three thousand years, only to die in a painful display of the white wall's power. Lex Luthor's years of opposing Superman came to an abrupt end as he died alone, proof of his great pride.
Now, it had come to this. Pariah watched as London was painfully slowly swallowed behind the wall. Block by block, innocent by innocent, London, the last area of the world, was destroyed. And Pariah was still shocked and horrified, even though he had seen this plague hundreds of times, each time successfully consuming a universe.
"Don't you people understand that there is no hope in running?" Pariah desperately tried to address the millions of fleeing civilians from an aerial post. The people paid him no heed, rather, they continued to flee.
"Or maybe they do understand. They see their world fraying, fading apart before their terrified eyes." Pariah began speaking to himself, pausing only to reveal his purple hair by removing his green hood. "Ten thousand years of civilization stolen without explanations or alternatives. Oh, they understand all too well. But they run because they fear prayer is not enough." A tear formed in Pariah's frightened eye, for he too knew that prayer was not enough.
Pariah now turned no longer wishing to live. He began flying, slowly at first, but slowly speeding up. "While I cannot run from this plague which swallows earth after earth." Pariah continued to speak to himself. "No, I am drawn to it. Forced to observe the death rattle-"
Pariah was cut off by a bloody scream. The people had been caught. Male, female, child, adult, black, white, Chinese, German, Persian, American, Briton, the terrible white wall did not discriminate or save. All who were caught in it were consumed. Pariah turned. There was still one metahuman on this Earth. Let him try to save it.
"-of the multiverse." Pariah resumed his speech to the audience of only himself. "How much longer must I suffer for my sins before I may be spared the witnessing of these horrors?" Pariah desperately began to break into fearful tears as he reached out to a boy, no older than ten, only to lose him to the white wall. Pariah's hands desperately reached into the antimatter, and he would have gladly followed them. "Let me die along with them! Don't let me live! Let me die along with- NO!" Pariah screamed desperately. "I... I'm disappearing again... another earth is to be swallowed by the dark. An I... I must attend to it as I have the hundreds which have died before it." Pariah vanished, not spared the torture of hearing the death rattle of another Earth.