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Fourteen Million, Six Hundred And Four,
Volume One: First Ten Thousand
Chapter One
Awareness: 00,000,001
By The Shroud
A/N:
The first chapter of this long one-shot series! Please review on whatever you can, suggestions, ideas, criticism, even flames, additions, edits, anything, etc. I hope this works as a satisfactory beginning chapter, and gives a good example of the idea of this work. It's something I just had to work on before a small break I have to go through, and I hope it's interesting. It's centered around the idea of what some of the other fourteen million, six hundred and four failing possibilities could have been. The series will tend to have the tone of a crack-fic, though sometimes also being serious like in this chapter, and I doubt I will be able to even begin to finish it, or even start it. Enjoy.
2023
Earth
In the thick of the chaotic battle, Thanos slowly put on the Gauntlet, before feeling the raw power surge through his veins. Out of his peripheral vision, barely piercing his awareness of how endless the possibilities were now, he saw the mere human in a suit of armor charging at him. Knowing the puny man had built this Gauntlet, possibly including some failsafe, he reacted with a powerful kick, sending the iron man flying back into the ground.
The person slowly tried to get back up, desperately, but Thanos put his foot down, raising his right hand, and spoke victoriously, "I am... inevitable."
And Thanos snapped his fingers.
Slowly, everything in the universe started turning to dust. Eventually, Thanos himself and the Gauntlet turned into nothing, were also gone, reduced to less than atoms. No one could know of what was lost, only of what they had. No one would be able to change it back, only accept it. Before he died, his only regret was not being able to see what he had made possible.
Slowly, carefully, the universe of naught but less than dust went on the deterministic course prepared by the stones before they were destroyed, and created something new, something beautiful, that would be far more than was possible before.
Many Eons After The Beginning
In A New Universe
There were infinite numbers of sentient beings, who worked in harmony, never suffering from strife. They never really suffered, for they knew how to avoid it, instead working together to become more, continuously, without end to their advancement. These new people understood so much, to the point where what was entirely incomprehensible to any in the previous universe was hardly even the most basic thought to ones such as them.
And there was peace at last, in this brave new world, among everything that had been created, at the cost of everything that was before, an entire universe forgotten, that the new universe would not remember, despite the heavy sacrifice. Despite... truly everything.
A/N:
And that concludes the first chapter of Fourteen Million, Six Hundred and Four, Volume One: First Ten Thousand. If you have any suggestions, again, please let me know.