the mist that never fades


They didn't know what exactly brought they there.

They weren't sure of where they were.

They asked themselves — who they were?

They only know that it was cold. And dark. And lonely.

But they didn't even know what that meant.

They were alone.

There was nothing.

She didn't want to be alone.

Slowly, a sense of conscience overcame what she thought was her mind. Memories of a world, a universe, theories, mysteries, secrets and life came to her. Concepts like physics, chemistry, spiritualism, biology, humanity were remembered and she now felt like she was in mild panic.

There was no body to move, no voice to scream, no air to breath.

And it was with a startling thought that she noticed — she didn't need to.

She didn't need to.


Water, she thought. The last thing, last memory and sensation she remembered was to be surrounded by the gigantic mass composted of molecules of hydrogen and oxygen. It enveloped her in a cold embrace, entering her body and overflowing her lungs.

Nose, mouth, ears. The air, the so needed oxygen wasn't entering her body.

She thought of a calm, peaceful river. Of warm memories and blood ties. A childhood running through woods and swimming in wild rivers.

Broad, flat, rivers that brought the feeling of home.

Broad, flat, rivers that took away her life.

It was with startling surprise that she noticed that she could see.

No, not with physical eyes in need of light to take notice of images, colors and spectrums.

No, in her…conscience…she could sense the space around her. It was filled with so many things, concepts and worlds. Ideas, thoughts and lives — so wonderfully alive.

She wanted to take part of it. She wanted to be in it.

But where would she be?

And then, just as decided that yes, she did want to explore the expanses of this unknown cosmos — power overcame her conscience and she was created.

It was strange, to have a body after eons, years, minutes or seconds of drifting through worlds, universes and time. She had fingers, longs delicate fingers connected to dainty hands and sculptured arms linked to a willowy figure.

Man or woman? A strange intuition told her that it didn't really mattered — but her humanity, her foggy and previously asleep humanity, didn't let go of what she was before.

And she, well, she was she so a female she would be.

A female body was crafted through nothing more than her will. Cosmic dust and indigo energy sipping into her vessel, waving webs of never fading muscle and flesh. Light was woven as her hair, a bright and light pearl shade of gold that reflected the universe itself was created. Dark matter formed her eyes, the cosmic blood crafted for her was mixed with lightless matter when her humanity yet again interfered — making her eyes take a maroon color of dark, dark red blood reminiscent of humans.

Her humanoid form was ethereal and chaotic — too unbelievable and filled with unimaginable power.

Only one thing, one thing was characteristic of what was once only one limitless conscience that defined her.

The deep indigo flames that made what one would call a soul was what remained of her. Because her body was what it was.

A vessel.


During the creation of her ethereal body, she watched as a world that one day would be called Earth was created.

Of course, it wasn't only Earth, there were endless worlds and galaxies and even universes just waiting for her. She could sit and enjoy the ending of one galaxy or even appreciate a supernova from its beginning until its end. She could destroy or she could create. The universe was in constant use of her power, it needed her for its endless crafting of worlds and in exchange it gave her unprecedented power.

Yet, humanity made her so much aware of that little planet that one day would be called Earth. It would be her home, she decided. She would reside in there.

But she didn't want to be alone.

Not anymore.

It was convenient that the powers that may be decided that indigo wasn't enough, and they really were in necessity of more.

Others were created, but they weren't like her. They didn't have her mind and her sense of humanity. They didn't have concepts, thoughts or opinions.

They were simply newborns.

It annoyed her, but at least she wasn't alone anymore.


Those newbies were creating chaos.

Numbly, she watched as they proceeded to wreak havoc through the recently inhabited Earth. Marking themselves as gods, bringing civilizations to great heights and don't noticing the fact that there wasn't only blue, red, purple, green and yellow. They never noticed indigo. (Idiots.)

They even infected the Humans, creating the mutation that later would be called the Earth Flames.

Really, they were such a chaotic bunch. She would remain in her little nook in the universe and ignore them at least until soda was invented.

But the powers that may be decided that they really needed some guidance.

The first and primordial Sky Flame, the orange, was created. Sepira was the last one to be created, with the purpose to bring harmony to the chaotic primordials.

Sepira was regarded as the god that she was, even among themselves.

It was Sepira, her dear Sepira, who took her from her little nuke in the sky.

She had a vague remembrance that those 'Dying Will Flames', as Sepira put it, were kind of important and did she heard of it somewhere before?


Her fellow comrades didn't like her.

She didn't care very much, she was happy to be with Sepira and if those newbies wanted, they could be away from her. They better not touch Sepira though. Sepira was her bae.

They were gods among the lowly humans. They were arrogant.

The idiotic newbies died.

She honestly didn't know how they managed that when they were supposed to be immortal.

Sepira cried in distress, sadness taking her cosmic soul apart and making her almost a mere human. And she tried to help her dear Sky. She tried to bring her peace and reassurance. But then the burden of the Tri-ni-set was revealed to them. They were the central pieces of the lives in this planet. They had infected this world with their presence and as consequence — Earth was filled with flames. Dying Will Flames were the thing that balanced and kept every being in that little planet breathing and thinking.

How could the world function when only the Mist Keeper and the Sky Keeper remained?

And so, Sepira had the brilliant idea of creating rings of all things.

Viciously, the Mist thought that the humans themselves should take part in the balance of the world. They should sacrifice themselves the same way her kin had. (Not really. But they didn't need to know about that.)

And so, of all things, she gave the idea of pacifiers.


Ah…that's where it came from?

A Japanese manga?

Talk about Alternative Universe


Centuries later, after losing her Sky and becoming the bitter Checker Face who mercilessly sacrificed the World's Strongest for the sake of not wanting to think about other solution she already knew of, the Mist stared blankly at the naked sleeping man by her side on the tousled bed.

Okay, so, the guy was really cute and all that, and maybe, after inviting (trapping) him into the Arcobaleno deal as Checker Face, she felt kind of lonely and really wanted to seduce and bed him, but really?

One pale blond eyebrow twitched in annoyance as she felt the soul entering her womb and creating life she never thought she would bear.

And it had to be Luce's Arcobaleno generation, hand't it?

I swear — those mafia freaks will be the death of me.

Sighing in exasperation, she looked away from the male as her hands rested on top of her womb.

Good thing I'm immortal.


"So, what's a lady like yourself doing in such a shady place?"

"I'm not sure of it. But sitting here with you, I think I can't really complain."

"Smooth, aren't you?"

"Only with whom I wish to be."

"What's your name?"

"Call me Caligo."

"Latin, right? That's interesting."

"And yours, what's your name?"

"Call me Renato."


A/N: Just a random idea that may never continue, as I don't know if people are into this.

And her child? Well, you guys can try and guess. It could be an OC, or not. :P

~MariDark