A/N: IamMelonLord gave me permission to use parts of his story for this. OC-SI is reborn reincarnated in a DxD worm fused world as a Kryptonian

I floated in the black infinitude, nothing more than a soul I wandered through the darkness, the unnerving silence being my only companion. I tried recollecting what happened but all I could recall was sweltering heat, a flash of light, and then darkness. The darkness that I awoke in.

I was different. I felt so alien, eldritch even. Retaining a human shape, but the feeling of my own soul was both intimately familiar yet unrecognizable. I can't recognize myself as human, not anymore.

I wasn't human, not anymore.

Drifting through the empty void, still with the company of silence and loneliness by my side.

Then. Then there was a pain as blinding light flashed and burned across the dark void.

My first memory of my new life was being born into a new world. The downside was that my new life started on during an earthquake that made it look like the world was falling apart. The screams of horror as the planet trembled while who I assume were my parents placed me in a…spaceship? Before they told me something in an unknown language. The woman with ornate head-piece kissed my brow, her inhumane blue eyes brimming with tears. The man placed a blue diamond next to me. He stepped back just before the lid closed and all I knew was darkness as the ship put me in stasis. While in stasis that ship traveled across 27 galaxies. Keeping me healthy, alive, and safe as it flew to a little blue planet called Earth.

When I woke up the top of my pod opened down the middle allowing the warm outside air against my skin.

The warm rays of the sun felt, well I can't even describe the feeling of life coursing through me. Even as a newborn I could make out that I was in fact placed into a ship. It was smooth metal with no screws, bolts or anything that would hold it together in the first place.

A flash of white a few feet away from my ship the space in front of me opened like a zipper. It opened slowly-very-slowly. Once it extended to the ground a woman stepped out. She was young, in her twenties wearing a dark suit with a white dress shirt with a black tie. Her eyes were empty making her appear lifeless.

"Door."

And that same door opened beneath the ship.

A third.

The communication is almost alien, a member of their species, but long distant, from countless cycles ago.

It hesitates, then signals its own location.

Exchange. Meet.

The response is garbled. Takes time to analyze.

The third entity travels more through momentum than by insinuation. It expends vast quantities of power to change course.

They meet violently. As their ancestors did, they share with one another in a violent fashion, crashing together, breaking shard from shard.

This entity knows right away that there is a wealth of information here. But there must be cooperation, information given for information.

Even as they grind together, destroying one another in a brutal exchange of shards, the entity works to salvage key shards, to put ones it can afford to lose on the exterior body.

This is the optimal path, the best way to achieve their end goal. The shards here are rich with memories, experience and unexplored possibilities. It is worth sacrificing as much as she is.

They break apart. The third entity continues its path, moving to a distant star, its path perpendicular to the pair's.

Concern, the Warrior entity expresses.

Confident, this entity responds. This is optimal. It is heavy with these new shards, drowning in knowledge and experience. If this could occur with every cycle, bringing this sort of information into the pattern, then survival beyond the endpoint would be virtually guaranteed.

This entity struggles to move as it works to reorganize these new shards, to convert them into a form it can use.

It will see this cycle through, and regain what it lost in the union with the Warrior.

This entity sees new possibilities, now. Not simply conflict, but philosophy and psychology. Imagination. It is in these new patterns of thought that it can see a possibility for the future. Its partner takes on some of its duties as it digs into the libraries of information to see how it might put it into practice.

It can use its strengths, the Warrior's strengths, and the host's natures to explore new ideas and tactics for approaching the endpoint.

Already, this entity is forming a model, a simulacrum of the host species, mapping out how things might unfold. While the Warrior is preparing to shed its shards and litter the world, this entity is plotting a strategic approach.

It cannot make out what form it or the other entity will take, but it can still view the situation in part. It sets the criteria for an optimal future, for optimal study, and then it looks to a future that matches this criteria.

Destination, the Warrior entity broadcasts the idea, interrupting the simulation.

Agreement, the entity absently responds.

An optimal future. It is an unwieldy future because it gave up a part of its ability to see the future to the other being. There are holes, because this entity does not fully understand the details of what happened, and because this entity's future-sight power is damaged. Above all else, it is an incomplete future because this entity has only the most minimal role in things, and the shards it saw were all the Warrior's.

The fact that it did not is a part of that future. This entity will arrive at the destination, and it will deploy shards to complicate a situation and break stalemates. Losing sides will be granted reinforcements through maturing shards. A different sort of engagement, a different way of testing the shards.

This entity continues focusing on converting, translating and relocating the shards. It is frail, fragile.

Hive, the Warrior broadcasts. A set world, with a set population density and degree of conflict.

But this entity has already decided on that world, seen it in a future. It responds without consideration. Agreement.

They are more engaged now, as they close the distance. They negotiate who can place shards where, and this entity now holds its shards in reserve.

The Warrior is focusing on refining the shards, and this entity is, in turn, focused on refining the future. A set goal, a reality.

Too complex to convey to the other.

The communications continue, and they approach the galaxy. This entity begins altering its own powers, but it is not a great concern.

The gravity of the planetary bodies pull at it. It loses great clumps of shards.

It loses more. Its focus is now on holding on to the shards critical to making this future it has seen a reality. A world perpetually in conflict, the groups and factions kept small enough that none can challenge it.

All energy it can spare goes towards the reorganization. Shards must be discarded, or it will dwarf the destination planet. It casts shards off, and it retains shards that will allow it to draw power from those shards.

Danger, the Warrior broadcasts.

Confident, this entity responds.

It picks a reality. Up until the moment it hits ground, it works to reorganize itself.

In the doing, it alters one of the third entity's powers, replacing its own ability to find the optimal future.

In that very instant, it recognizes that it has made a grave error. The simulated world and the glimpse of the optimal future are already gone from its grasp. Too late.

Tears in reality forms as the warrior wraps it's body around the Thinker. As they enter the atmosphere their outer layer burn, a good quantity of shards being destroyed from the sheer heat and lacking the defensive shards that have been modified for the cycle.

Then they crash.

The perspective changes, breaking away, distant, confused, detached. The impact was too hard.

A/N: Shortest chapter I've written but I wanted to explain a few things about this story.

Expect different supernatural pantheon's, alien races, and other things to make an appearance and explored.