Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. They belong to DC Comics, CW, and CBS. Credit to them. (This applies for the whole story because I don't feel like putting this on each page)

A/N: Hey, guys. So this story is one that I've been thinking about and, trust me, it's a long one. I hope y'all are in this for the long run because I have no intentions of stopping soon. This chapter is just some prewritten, with a hint of opinion, background for what's coming up next.(so credit to comic writers.) I hope y'all enjoy. Please comment on what you think! I'd love to hear your ideas. Also please tell me if these chapters are too long.

Prologue

10 Billion Years Ago

Krona looked around, disgusted at the so called guardians. His fellow Maltusians argued and bickered with one another over the emotions. Why they held them in such contempt, he would never know. All he did was argue on the behalf of the Emotional Embodiments, these sentient energies that had been brought to life from the situations of life. His job comprised of imprisoning these intriguing energies, all in the name of anger. How small these guardians think. He chuckled to himself. They could become more powerful. They could rule.

His immortality was a blessing as well a curse. It was agonizing that he was so close to the source of great power, but he was fortunate that he could be cautious in his attempts to access it. Those idiots practically left the door open for him to steal the map to the unlimited power. He need only prove to these fools who was superior. He had already constructed a gauntlet that was powered by the Green Light of Willpower. Surely he could find a fortuitous situation for him to use it.

A large crash awakened him from his bitter thoughts, and he spun around just as a red arm swung into his jaw. He stumbled backwards as another threw a punch at his knee. He lunged towards his gauntlet and fired the pure energy into the Manhunter. It exploded into fragments, and the other moved to attack Krona again. He focused his energy towards it and brought the machine to its knees. Such enjoyable irony. The guardians bicker over emotions, and their distaste for them became their downfall. These emotionless robots could not differentiate between living things and therefore they could be programmed without a chance of feeling and rebellion. He laughed to himself. Of course. This was his moment.

The guardians were bewildered at the sight before them. Their flawless machines were attacking planets full of innocents. The Manhunters tore through Space Sector .666 and annihilated the universe they had sworn to protect. Immediately, they moved to contain the problem and finally they did. Debris and bodies littered the streets of the planet Ryut and very few remained alive. However, with the situation handled momentarily, the guardians faced the pressing issue that was Krona.

"Why? Why did you commit such a heinous act against the planet Ryut?" they questioned.

A deep laugh erupted from the intense, blue-skinned figure before them. "Why? You ask me why? You fools! You claim to want to protect this universe, yet you construct such primitive machines to do so! You know nothing of the power of emotions!"

"Enough!" the guardians shouted at once. "Your hubris has caused a mass of murder, and that is a crime which you cannot place on our shoulders! We have considered you an ally, but we can no longer. Krona, you know of the crime you are to accept."

Again they heard him laugh. "Fools. You know nothing and still you are content. I am dissatisfied, but I will find the source of power."

Krona's eyes lifted upwards as he disappeared from their eyes, leaving a trail of green energy behind him. The guardians shook their heads in disappointment.

"He is right." The others turned to stare at their comrade. "The Manhunters are not accomplishing our goals. They are incapable of making decisions for the people. They have no internal sense of morality other than what we have programmed in them. We need a better solution."

The other guardians exchanged looks and then turned towards the first. "Perhaps. I suppose you have thought of a better solution."

"I have. Perhaps…perhaps we could create a group of protectors. Noble beings committed to defending the universe."

The other guardians frowned slightly, contemplating the new idea. "Yes. Maybe a corps of some sort? Regular beings with the ability to respond and use emotions to their advantage. Yes. I like that. Let us talk."

While the guardians conferenced, Krona continued to fester in his anger, letting it build deep in his soul. True power has only been demonstrated in creation. The ability to create life and energy around. That is true power. I must know the secret. Ancient laws warning of the dangerous repercussions of viewing the creation of the world did nothing to deter Krona from his invention.

Time was delicate. Each moment was integral to the space time continuum. One change could affect all aspects of time. Past, present, and future. Viewing such powerful moments such as the creation and start of life would be a true honor and one that would finally grant him the knowledge that he so desperately desired. Krona knew the absurd doom that the Maltusians seemed to think loomed over him, but he didn't care. This was all he strived for.

To witness the beginning of the world one would have to travel to the past. However, time blocked any attempt to travel through. The physical gradient of time was against him with everything pushing towards the future. He would have to pierce the temporal shield that surrounds time itself with a gravitational pull and make his machine vibrate at a certain speed to project to a certain location in space. The trick was to control the frequency of the vibrations so that it could still be visible in this time but also display the events that occurred in the beginning. He would have to measure the amount of entropy in the universe and find the low levels that once existed in the wake of the universe.

However, the danger of this experiment posed exponential consequences to the making of the universe. He would have to, essentially, construct a machine that pierces the dimension of time at speeds greater than the speed of light by altering the gravitational pull around him into a circle, creating a breach of space. The breach could open a doorway to the past in a continuous, suspended loop of time. The specific curvature of space at this point in time would, theoretically, anchor the machine to this time period.

It was a crude plan, he admitted that, but it was an idea that could possibly work. And so he continued. Krona ignored the pathetic warnings the guardians threw at him and worked on his device. The circular track had metal poles protruding out of several spots around it. They projected a compressed beam of energy that would, hopefully, move faster than the speed of light to create a loop of time. The poles also served as gravitational emitters that decreased the gravity around him to allow time to move faster. The altered gravity combined with the speed would open a breach to the past that would start and rewind again and again. Krona discovered the entropy levels that were in the beginning of time, and he created a machine that would send the coordinates to locate the exact place in space.

The machine altogether took years to build and there had been many attempts to thwart the device's construction. However, he managed to evade any more attempts and now the day had arrived for him to perform the experiment. He had run simulations to determine the mathematical certainty that he would survive such fluctuating gravity and speed rates around him, and they had all come back in confirmation that he would be fine.

Krona smiled. This was it. The day he become a god. Flipping several switches, the device powered up and sent the compressed energy traveling around his track. Gradually it gained in speed before his eyes couldn't keep up, becoming only a single line of light. He felt the things around him slow down and rise in the air as the aura of speed surrounded the room in an uncontrolled fashion. The gravity emitters worked. He saw the acceleration monitors increase as the gravity around him decreased. They surpassed the speed of light and he could slowly see a blue-white hole grow, dead center of the machine. It slowly grew bigger until it was the size of a door.

Krona peered inside, seeing a large hand. Surprised, he leaned forward to allow for a better view. He could barely make out an outline of something else in the hand. He stepped closer, almost walking into the blue-white breach.

Lightning crackled and zapped, electrocuting the machine and throwing him backwards. Dazed, he stared as his past few years of work burned away in a scorching fire. He had been so close. So close to the unveiling of infinite knowledge.

Krona didn't even try to escape when the guardians came for him. He could sense something big had occurred when the lightning struck, but he could only pay notice to the infuriating anger he felt. The disappointment at the turn of events.

The guardians stood before him again, giving him a frustrating feeling of déjà vu.

"What is it this time?" he asked, dryly.

The guardians laughed bitterly. "You are a fool. You have no idea what you have done, do you?"

He rolled his eyes. "I do not care about the repercussions."

They gritted their teeth and sighed. "Again, you are a fool. A fool that we can no longer afford. We sentence you to a life as disembodied energy. Forever you will roam."

Krona's eyes widened, for once showing fear. "No…you—"

A flash of light rid the area of his body, and he floated away in his cursed form. The guardians' face hardened as they watched Krona drift.

They turned to each other. "What is the extent of his actions?"

"Too much." He stared into the deep space. "Our universe is alone no longer. I sense the varying vibrations of different earths, evil, and now the unknown. He has created infinite earths."

The others sucked in a breath, disturbed by the news. "What can be done?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. We can do nothing except protect. Our Manhunters were a failure; Krona helped us recognize that. We need your idea. We need a corps dedicated to protecting the…the…multiverse."

"You mean..."

"Yes. Proceed with the idea. We need defenders. We owe it to the universe for our sins."