-Prologue-
-The end of everything-
The multiverse was dying. Entropy had sunk it's black claws into reality itself and was tearing it apart. Yet in it's way stood a single silent warrior.
Superman.
He was the last of a dying multiverse. He was alone in his war that had gone on for countless eons. The gods and cosmic entities had faded to dust and died. The stars had all died. All that was left in the vast blackness was Superman. Yet no matter what, he would not relinquish his hold on the fabric of reality, for without him, not even memories would remain.
He floated in the darkness, curled into a ball gripping the very space and time that comprised the reality he so loved. Even after countless eons, he held this multiverse together. In the vast omniverse, his multiverse was no more than a grain of sand in the face of an infinite sea, drawn on the paper of the overvoid. However he did not dare dream of letting go.
Even when all was lost to entropy, he remained.
His hands held reality and his mind held time. It was his last and only purpose.
He no longer relied on the sun, no longer requiring air or food. He had transcended his mortality a long ago in a time long passed.
" I still find you here. Though I can't say I'm surprised. You always had an indomitable will" a voice sounded next to Superman in the depths of nothingness. Normally, sound could not be heard in the empty void, but the person who spoke was anything but normal.
"Yes, and I will stay here till entropy is defeated or has claimed all but us who remain, Michael" Superman replied simply.
"I feared that you would say that, so I came here to share some tidings with you" The Son of God replied.
"And what is that? Share it with me" Superman asked, curious about the news. If Michael was sharing it with him, then it wasn't simple.
"There is nothing left in this memory of creation besides our creator and us. We are the last beings" Michael solemnly informed Superman.
"No...That can't be. Just a moment ago there were countless universes, all teeming with life" Superman rebuked Michael quickly, unable to believe his ears.
"No Clark. They were gone eons ago. They only existed in your heart. You still carry the burden of reality on your shoulders. It's time for you to let go" Michael responded softly. He knew how this revelation would effect the Kryptonian, and broke it to him in a way Clark could grasp. Yet it still hurt to see it happen.
"No" Clark whispered, denying the words he knew to be true. He desperately wanted to rebuke the Archangel, yet could not. This truly was the end of everything.
"He speaks the truth Clark" Next to the Archangel, a man appeared.
He looked to be an English gentleman with a fine moustache and a dapper suit. A tribley on his head.
"Father" the Archangel bowed deeply.
"No need to bow to me Son. Your devotion was never in question" the man replied casually, as if the words he spoke were absolute.
Then he addressed Superman.
"This reality may be ending Clark, but a new one will blossom from it anew. I always found the Phoenix metaphor apt for the destruction and rebirth of reality. Between the three of us, there will always be an end. However, that end will never be truly permanent" the man continued after taking a short pause.
Clark could not deny it any further.
"You can let go Clark. Let us stand here and watch it all unravel. We will be the keepers of everything and everyone long passed. As long as it is there in your heart, it will never be gone. So let go. You've earned it" the man gave a sincere smile to Clark before sitting down on a cushioned bench that appeared behind him and Michael.
The sound of a slow exhale was heard, and then, for the first time in sexdecillions of eons, Clark's fingers slowly opened.
Then in a bright flash of white, all was gone. The multiverse had been undone, leaving nothing but the vast white of the overvoid.