Hello everybody, it's been a while, sorry, I've been playing games haha.
So, for those interested, this here is a kind of OS, as it's a prologue for multi fictions, thus why I didn't placed it in crossovers. Just an idea technically
For those wondering about the crossover : it's Pathfinder
Tell me if Harry should go back to Earth or another world (GoT, etc.)
In the centre of the astral plane, a being beyond the comprehension of mortals and immortals observes the multiverse with a wise gaze. The Monad, also known as " the condition of all " , is less a being than a omnipresent design in all creation, representing the void predating life, creation, the cosmos, the future infinite and even the absolute truth linking the existence as a whole.
Mortals have sometimes referred to the Monad as the " great watchmaker ", the one who ensures the perpetuation of existence, adjusting the infinite cogs of the multiverse with an invisible hand in music known only to it.
But, the Monad is also a state of mind, a collective form of mind that creates beings capable of traveling through the multiverse to maintain Cosmic Order. But the Cosmic Order is not justice and can turn out to be very cruel in the goal of keeping the cosmic balance. An overpopulated planet can even be cleaned up, just as we would eliminate an overpopulation of animals. Humans, demons, gods… no one is immune from the Monad and its agents.
For it is in the astral plane that the Monad shapes its agents, and in a certain way its children, who are an extension of the Monad. Called Aeons, these shapeless, faceless beings roam the multiverse to maintain Order and Balance. Yet they are so different, and in a silent caste, for the Aeons neither help each other nor enslave, each has a very distinct purpose.
For although the Monad shapes its agents, Aeon are primarily created through a duality or a philosophy, a balance which the Monad gives life. These Aeons are, in order of power:
- The Paracletus, the small cluster of lights shimmering floating in the air , surrounded by multiple crystals and gemstones brightly coloured climbed as around them . Paracletes serve aeons as mortal liaison officers and observers studying the influence of emotions (particularly the dual nature of pure emotions) on human behaviour. They are considered lower aeons, at the bottom of the hierarchy.
- The Othaos, having four members - two black and two white – coming out of a swirling vortex composed of pulsating light and profound darkness. The othaos are the coordinators of the balance between light and dark. Othaos seek out supernatural sources of light or darkness whose duration is unnatural and work to restore natural order.
- The Theletos, with four articulate separating members each at the elbow in both forearms provided with three fingers out of the lens body of the creature. The strange theletos are the guardians of the duality between freedom of action and fate. They regard slavery and total freedom as equivalent concepts which could not exist without each other. In areas where slavery is widespread, theletos can help some slaves escape while, where it has been abolished, these bizarre creatures will instead seek to subdue creatures to their will with the help of their many powers of mind control and they will induce them to enslave other individuals themselves.
-The Akhanas, having four grey arm coming out of a swirling mass resembling a giant eye, from which hangs a kind of tail. The domain of action of the Akhanas is the duality of birth and death. They perceive the existence of living things as a crucial element in maintaining cosmic balance. They also understand the important influence that living things exert on the cosmos and their capacity to produce terrible consequences if left unchecked; in these circumstances, life must give way to death.
- The Bythos, a swirling mass, colourless solidified in humanoid form with four arms, with a kind of eye in the torso. Bythos are the keepers of time and planar travel (indeed, for bythos, aging is nothing more than a very special type of travel). The Bythos have no ability to time travel, but they roam the multiverse in search of creatures that have this power and could abuse it.
-The Lipikas, in a black cape, these humanoid with featureless faces, completely smooth, has four arms which are divided into two at each elbow, and an eye on each of eight palms of their hands. Lipikas, also known as Lords of Karma, are members of the highest order of aeons. Unlike other aeons, their duality does not arise from opposition, but from the understanding that all action and reaction are the peaks and valleys of the same cosmic wave.
-The Pleromas, having a shape vaguely humanoid without colours and swirling spheres in their shadows, as if it had absorbed all the night sky. Pleromas are the most powerful of all the aeons. As embodiments of the opposing acts of creation and destruction, pleromas are perpetually in a state of change. Their form itself varies between creation and destruction within the dark folds of the vapor cloaks they wear. Whoever contemplates a pleroma could spend days studying the incessant changes in its shape that resemble the movement of the celestial bodies of the universe, accelerated to a rate where the meanders of galaxies and the movement of planets merge. in a strange dance.
The Monad is also an observer, seeing all things, a gift that he transmits to the aeons. Thus, no one can lie to an aeon, no one can deceive him, and no one can conceal the truth, whether it be physical or philosophical. Thus, an aeon knows if a being is lying, stealing, marauding, or murdering, but he also knows if his existence is consistent, if he is alive, possessed, transformed, or mutilated. The aeons see the purest truth, and that gaze transcends the very limits of time. They thus see the past, the present and the future. But not all aeons are capable of these gifts, depending on their power. The weakest of the aeons can know that a criminal is in front of him, without knowing his crime. The most powerful knows all the crimes of all the beings around him, being able to even review the crimes committed beings. And the most powerful of all can even correct crimes before they happen and change the very fabric of time and reality to balance Cosmic Order.
This is the reason why aeons are feared by everyone, even the gods. After all, how can we not fear beings who can reverse our every act and destroy our plans? But aeons are impartial, representing the purest neutrality, justice without emotion, and Order in its strictest sense. If the gods play, without changing the Order, then the aeons ignore them. A god can thus subjugate a free world into slavery, if he makes it the law of this world and leaves part of the population free, creating a balance.
This is how the gods managed to avoid the aeons, maintaining a balance, sometimes tenuous, but sufficient not to attract the attention of the aeons.
But lo and behold, mortals do not have this understanding of balance, and they will pay the price, for a series of atrocious and unnatural acts against the Cosmic Order itself have caught the watchful eye of the Monad.
The Monad fixed his gaze on one of the many versions of Golarion, also known as " Earth ", " Terra " or " Tellus ". This version is special, as humans are not alone, with goblins, dwarves, veelas, werewolves and wizards, a different race with similar appearance and physiognomy.
What caught his eye? The actions of a certain Tom Marvolo Riddle, having mutilated his soul several times, to the point that not even the Abyss would want his soul. On the pieces of his soul, he could see a mark of unprecedented rarity in the multiverse, that of Death. Death is before an aspect, like the Monad, and which is represented by an infinity of death gods and other psychopomps which act as its extension. Thus, Death rarely acts on its own, contenting itself with watching over the Multiverse and its dead, occasionally clashing with the Monad when the Akhanas interfere with the agents of death.
This mark on Tom was above all a curse and a promise, that of eternal suffering for a crime against Death itself. And the Monad intended to ensure the balance of things by sending this soul to be judged by Death.
The Monad could not reverse the order of things and prevent Tom from slashing his soul, the Mark of Death not being able to be destroyed and the Monad not wishing to start a war with Death, which would result in the very destruction of this universe. So, it decided to act in a quick and easy way : Take the opportunity to send an aeon to destroy Voldemort and send his soul straight into the arms of Death (who has no arms, being intangible).
But how? The Monad decided to change reality, to prevent this Voldemort from winning and remaining immortal indefinitely. For this, he sent a theletos to fashion a prophecy, not hesitating to influence the domain of the gods of prophecy and the fate of this world. No matter their ire, the aeons were more powerful than the gods of this Earth, weakened by a lack of belief. Without forgetting that God, the being of creation and destruction imagined by mono theistic beliefs, was in fact a learned mixture of Death, Monad and Life, most of the prayers going directly to Monad, who did not care.
Thus, a prophecy arose, speaking of a child capable of defeating Voldemort, and the Monad acted accordingly. He chose a couple meeting the criteria of this made-up prophecy, the Potters, and made the infertile mother pregnant, placing through the hands of an akhana a nascent aeon in the womb of Lily Potter, aeon who would join his own after completing her purpose. A pleroma.
Years passed, and finally the pleroma, known as Harry Potter, died at the hands of Voldemort, taking with it one of the last soul pieces of the abominable creature . And it is in this sidereal void that the Monad decided to meet this aeon, the first of its kind, also human and aeon, not by habit but by birth.
/ Astral Plane /
King's Cross Station
" I believe," Dumbledore replied, "that if you choose to go back there is a chance that Voldemort will be finished forever. I can't promise you that. But I know, Harry, that you have less to fear than he does if you go back there. "
Harry looked again at the flayed creature that was shaking and choking in the shadows under the chair a little further away.
Dumbledore, who was probably getting ready to continue giving his advice, fell silent when he heard a wholly incongruous noise.
Harry turned when he heard Professor Dumbledore take a gulp of air , as if he was choking and trying every means to speak, opening his mouth like a fish out of water.
" Professor , " Harry asked, " what's going on ? "
But Professor Dumbledore couldn't speak, magically silenced.
" Albus Dumbledore cannot speak any further," said an unfamiliar voice, "and his interference could not be tolerated. "
A finger snap sounded, and Albus Dumbledore disappeared into a loud noise, his eyes wide with fear and incomprehension. As for Harry, he turned abruptly to look for the one who had managed to make his mentor disappear with just a few words. Had Death come for him? After all, if he was dead, or undead as Professor Dumbledore said, that didn't mean he wasn't in the realm of the dead.
But it was not death, or at least, not the image he's ' made it. Or Harry was very wrong about the image of death, but he tended to believe that death did not look like a tall brown man with white eyes in a three-piece suit with stars and galaxies roaming around in a silent dance.
" Who are you," Harry asked, "and what have you done with Professor Dumbledore?"
"Professor Dumbledore had no place in this plane of existence," replied the mysterious man, "and he will be judged for his interference and his actions which are at the root of Tom Marvolo Riddle's crimes. His soul has already left the plan to reach that of Donn , Celtic god of death and the judge of souls of this world ."
"That does not answer my question," Harry furrowed his eyebrows, "Who are you? And how did you get here? "
The mysterious man who had yet to reveal his name just stared at Harry, gazing at him, and making our young hero very uncomfortable. His blank, empty gaze was frightening, you couldn't read the slightest emotion, the slightest reaction. Harry saw only a statue in front of him capable of moving and talking.
" We did not expect such a result," said the mysterious man in a monotonous voice, "the aeon must not become a wizard, and the wizard must become aeon. This unexpected result is still legal, an exception to the rule. We are pleasantly surprised."
"Aeon," Harry asked puzzled, "what is it? And you still haven't told me your name!"
"We are Monad," answered the man, "the collective, the knowledge, the truth of the multiverse, the creation and the destruction, the cosmic balance."
Hearing his words, that utterly wacky response worthy of one of the absurd films Dudley enjoys so much, Harry couldn't help but chuckle. Monad had pronounced this sentence heavy with meaning in a voice so monotonous, without the slightest emotion, that one would think he was talking about fine weather. That, and the stressful situation Harry found himself in, had ended up overwhelming him and a loud laugh was the result.
"The aeon is under too much stress, his mental state is compromised," says Monade, "immediate correction."
No sooner had he said these words than Harry felt good, without the slightest stress, as if everything was perfect and nothing had happened. The effect was almost comparable to that of the imperious, but without withdrawing its will.
" I… thank you?" Harry asked.
"Your gratitude is appreciated yet unnecessary," replied Monad, "we have restored order and fulfilled our purpose."
"I see," said Harry without understanding, "so I can know what an aeon is?"
"The aeon is a cosmic creation born from a duality which we brought to life after its shaping ," explained Monad, "we are the head, the brain, and the aeons are our arms, or in mortal terms, the aeons are our children."
Getting ready to cry out that it was wrong, anger having surged in his midst, Harry suddenly remembered a brief conversation he had had with Padfoot. Sirius had told him he was a miracle, because all the healers and even the Muggle doctors had told Lily that she was infertile, her uterus completely failing. In fact, no healing spell could cure her, and the Potters had resolved to adopt a child. But, according to Remus this time, the Potter couple said they felt like they were being watched, and a few days later, just before heading to an orphanage, Lily found out that she was suddenly pregnant, for no apparent reason. , without justification apart, surely, the way of conception.
" You are the origin of my birth, aren't you?" Harry asked, "it was you who made my mother pregnant."
"The aeon knows showed logic and restraint," replied Monad, "that's satisfactory. We placed a pleroma in her uterus after shaping it into a human form and incorporating the genes of its new parents into hers. The aeon before us is the first aeon born of biological parents , and even the first to be born with powers considered profane or magical, according to the definition of the inhabited universe."
"So I'm the first aeon-wizard?" Harry asked with his eyebrows raised, "isn't that against your cosmic order or whatever?"
"We have studied the question, the birth of the aeon and genetics make him a full-fledged being, a new race that wants to be extraplanar," replied Monad, tilting his head to the side , "the aeon is not an abomination because it respects the balance of the cosmos, the aeon is a clever mix of life, death, creation and destruction. The aeon in front of us is the perfect mix between akhana, lipika and pleroma."
"I don't know what those are!" Harry replied, huffing a little.
At the same time, he was lost with the terms used by Monad. What is an extraplanar? Or a lipika, akhana or pleroma?
Suddenly, he had an abominable headache, as if Snape was back to legitimize him with his nasty smirk. A gasp of surprise escaped his throat as he noticed that he now knew the definition of these terms, and even many more.
How? How could the world be so big? Oh, if only Hermione could know what he knows now, she would turn so green with envy that she would look like the Grinch.
The multiverse, an infinity of worlds, universes, galaxies and peoples, and above all, the aeons, the very embodiment of order and neutral justice, crisscrossing creation to restore the multiverse in a version that is wants perfect.
So much to see, to know, to discover with your own eyes. Harry wanted only one thing, and that was to see with his own eyes the wonders now within his reach, to understand and experience all of his sensations. People were right, Heaven exists, Hell, and many other places !
Yet they were also wrong, God did not exist, just like the devil. Oh, angels existed, ruled by archons and gods said to be " good ", but Lucifer had never fallen, become the archon of freedom and one of the lords of heaven.
The underworld was ruled by Asmodeus, the most powerful of the nine arch-devils who reign in Hell, and the only one to claim a deity status , and he was even at the origin of a contract that made it possible to create a world. which served as a playground for several gods, named Golarion.
Golarion, one of the identical parallel worlds of the Earth, or rather, Earth was in itx image. He then realized that Golarion was the original " Earth ", and that the world Harry was in was one of Golarion's countless reflections.
And let's not even talk about the multiverse , its spheres (inner and outer) and planes, infinite realms layered into infinite levels. Heaven, hell, the elementary plane, the material plane (where earth is), the Abyss and even the great beyond, the infinite cosmic void of meaning, of life. So many things, truths that Harry had never imagined even in his wildest dreams, and surely not other wizards.
" The aeon now knows what it is," said Monad, " but what is the aeon going to do? Is it ready to follow its design?"
Harry looked at Monad, amazed to see him so tall. Or rather, Harry was lying on the ground, not even realizing that he had fallen, he was so absorbed by his new knowledge, this infinite knowledge.
And finally, sorting in his head what he now knew, he understood what Monad was asking him. Was Harry ready to take his place as an aeon? Was he ready to make Order and Justice reign in the multiverse, while remaining connected to Monad and following the grand design?
He had no idea. Could he abandon his friends, his family (Teddy) and the rest of the people he knows?
For his part, Monad watched Harry closely. He had just awakened his aeon powers, and once again, the result was unexpected. Instead of immediately submitting to the logic of an aeon and integrating the grand design, he had kept his human feelings. Yes, Harry was not just a simple aeon, he had become something else, bigger than anything Monad could imagine.
But how? He had planned everything, and Harry should have become a pleroma again ready to accomplish his goal, or even disintegrate to re-enter the astral plane, his goal now accomplished. Instead, the aeon had ascended, become something even greater than an aeon, but not so much that it was superior to Monad. The Monad let out for the first time in his long existence a gasp of surprise, the truth finally appearing before him. He had created a god, or rather a demigod, of justice, of order, but also of life and death.
And he finally saw what he had never seen, understood what he had ignored, thinking there would be no impact. Deathly Hallows, items created by Death itself, attached to Harry. Harry was now a hybrid between an aeon and a psychopomp, a demigod.
Without much astonishment, he heard a laugh that was meant to be creepy, and he failed to suppress a feeling of frustration, again, a first for him.
Death had just appeared next to him, taking on for the occasion the image of a tall woman with pale skin and black eyes, ebony hair cascading down to the loins, and a dress as black as the great beyond .
" So you understand," she smiles, "what do you think of our child ?
"You have interfered without the slightest right," cried Monad, "our aeon is corrupt!"
"Interfered?" spat Death, "how dare you say that I interfered when he was not supposed to exist? Do you think that I remained blind to your schemes, that I did not see the alteration of the fabric of the reality of this world? This world is mine! Wizards are mine! My Relics were proof that this world belonged to my domain, YOU had no right to intervene!"
Under Death's howls of anger, Monad stepped back, looking thoughtful. Yes, he had no right to intervene, but he had not seen the Deathly Hallows, he had not seen… he had not seen…
" How could you hide them from my eyes ?" he asked frowning, "no one can escape the sight of the condition of everything."
"Do not forget that I have as much power as you, and I can hide myself from your eyes if I wish," laughs Death ", it is not my fault that you never knew how to be discreet, you relying a little too much on your aeons believing that no one would dare to oppose you. You're lucky that Life didn't decide to get involved, believe me, she's worse than me when you touch what belongs to her."
Monad nodded, admitting that Life was quite an incongruous and dangerous being. He remembered the time when a god had dared to touch Gaia, an Eden world created by Life to indulge in her creations. The god, a god of the abyss, had decided to corrupt this world thinking it would be easy prey. From now on, no one remembers the name of this god, so much was he destroyed by Life, and only Death and Monad remember this story.
" How would you react if I was having fun tweaking your little axiomites or attacking Axis?" Death asked raising an eyebrow, "I know perfectly well that you would react very badly. I still remember your reaction when Abadar moved to Axis."
Once again, Monad nodded. Many believed, especially those visiting Axis, that this city at the foot of the Spire of Pharasma in the Outer Sphere was one of the gods of justice and order. In truth, Axis was created by the aeons, the first axiomites being servants created by Monad to create a perfect city, able to fight against the broods of the maelstrom in an eternal struggle to maintain the balance of all things.
But one day, Abadar, the golarian god of cities, wealth, merchants and law, a neutral god who wants to be the " Judge of the gods " , settled in Axis . In a gesture still incomprehensible to him, Monad had decided to eradicate this god who had decided to settle in his city, his creation. The god begged him to spare him, and then submitted to Monad, literally becoming the Herald of Monad, who then appointed him Lord and ruler of Axis.
For his part, Harry observed the two legendary beings in front of him, and with each unknown word, knowledge dawned on him. Still, he could find absolutely nothing about the Deathly Hallows, but it didn't matter, because he remembered the tale of the three Peverell brothers, his human ancestors perfectly.
" But what was the purpose of the relics ?" Harry asked aloud, without realizing it.
"Ah, my child," smiled Death, "my Relics were to create my own child. You see, the gods having for domain death and the psychopomps are faithful to me, of an eternal but thoughtless devotion. They are incapable of questioning me, of challenging my decisions and therefore of bringing a point of view different from mine, which I so need. So, I created these relics with a fraction of my power, and when put together, these relics would be able to transform a mortal into my own child."
"Interesting," Monad intervened, " my intervention disrupted your plan. I now perceive that you have revealed to me your mark on the Peverell family. However, without my intervention, the aeon could not have existed, and your plan could not have been successful."
"Yes, I know," smiles Death, "that's why I let you intervene. And I must admit that I really liked seeing the result of this little experiment. Finally, a demigod in his own right."
"I understand, but why is being a demigod so important?" Harry asked.
"The gods cannot interfere in the material plane, that would be seen as a declaration of interference by demons, angels, azatas and many others," replied Monad, "but it is not the case of the half gods, who benefit from a greater right of action. Death, Life and I are considered demigods by the other entities of this world, Time is too."
"What Monad doesn't tell you," Death added, "is that the gods are imbued with themselves and tend to underestimate our power. They feel that without believers, we cannot be gods. They have not understood that we are above the gods, and the multiverse depends entirely on us, their conflicts not exerting any influence on the destiny of the multiverse. And I don't mention their silly prophecies of the " end of the world .""
It was upon hearing the answer to his question that Harry reflected. After all, it seemed logical that death, Equilibrium, life and time were above the gods. But Harry, being in a way their child, was he really a demigod? And if so, what was its purpose, his right? What could he be doing?
" You are a demigod, or at least qualified as such," said Monad, "an aeon-wizard of death, and the other beings of the multiverse would describe you as a demigod, like us."
"And like all demigods," Death continued, "you own domains that are inherent in your nature. So, your domains are balance (Monad), death (me), magic (your biological parents) , creation and destruction (your pleroma nature), and justice (your actions during your lifetime) . But beware, you are not invincible, but immortal."
Not invincible, but immortal. Harry understood the meaning of those last words. He could never die of old age, would keep the appearance he wanted, and be immune to all sickness and other health-destroying effects. With his domains he would be immune to magic, but a well-placed blade, a decapitated head, so many ways to die still existed.
" What now?" Harry asked, "what should I do ?"
"You have a choice," Death replied, "you can return to your world, and to the seat of your power, or you can travel through the multiverse and choose another location. But, you owe it to yourself to anchor your power, to choose a seat , to create a place that will be the symbol of your power."
"So can I go back to my body," Harry asked, "and finish Voldemort once and for all ?"
"If you wish, but", intervened Monad, "your nature will manifest quickly, your domains will appeal to your senses and your feelings, and you will feel obligated to correct this world so that it meets your requirements, for such is your nature."
Harry nodded, realizing that returning to Earth would force him to make it his domain.
He had to choose, would he go back to Earth? Or find another world before going back?