LXV
"And He Will Make The Face of Heaven So Fine…"
The life of Scott Free had never been an easy one.
He was the son of one of the most powerful beings in the Universe, the inheritance of New Genesis should have been his. His father, Izaya the Highfather, commanded the Source, the power of New Genesis and all the new gods.
New Genesis was a utopia of beauty, covered in lush green forests, fields and the energy of the Source crackling like lifeblood in the air. The one city on the planet floated above the land so as not to disturb the tranquility of their beautiful world. Scott could also command the energy of the Source to bend to his will. But Earth was painfully far from his home world, the world where he would be a prince.
But the gods of Apokolips had attacked his home world while he was still a babe, engineered by the nebulous Darkseid, attempting to usurp the planet. The war of technology ravaged his once beautiful home world and lasted for centuries. In the end, an uneasy truce was arranged, known as the Pact. Izaya and Darkseid would exchange their first born sons for the promise of peace. If either perished or returned to the land of their birth, the truce was broken.
Izaya himself had imbued Scott with the power of freedom. No force in the Universe could bind him. Nothing could conquer his will. Apokolips could never hold him, nor could even Darkseid crush his will. The dark over-lord's own son - Orion - had also come to New Genesis. Strong Orion, with the heart of a warrior, yet able to embrace the ways of New Genesis.
Scott's time amongst the war machines and fires of Apokolips had been difficult. Left to the nonexistent mercies of Granny Goodness with her brutal attempts of brainwashing and torture, Scott soon perfected his escape skills and his will was never broken.
But it was in this hell that he had met his wife. Barda had been one of Darkseid's elite soldiers, a female fury, beautiful and strong. The two of them had fallen in love against all odds. Longing for escape, they formed an alliance with the rebel scientist Himon who had fashioned their mother boxes, allowing them to boom tube.
Scott could have taken Barda to New Genesis but that would have meant war. If they had remained in Apokolips, Barda would be murdered by Darkseid himself for her forbidden love of the prince of New Genesis. Instead, they journeyed to Earth, a place where they could fit in and be together. She seemed to like it here, and truth be told, so did he.
"You think too much, Scott Free."
Barda had reappeared, now changed into her new blue dress. She was smiling.
"I suppose I do. Wow, you look… good." She looked phenomenal actually.
"Just good?..." she pouted. "Perhaps this dress would look better on the floor?" Barda's sulky look was all the encouragement he needed…
Author's Note:
The title "And He Will Make The Face of Heaven So Fine…" is a quote from Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet'.
A little more back story. The basis of the Mister Miracle origin is there, but I've added a Romeo and Juliet angle to the Free's relationship. They are forbidden to return to their home worlds (as opposed to leaving), bound to wander the universe together.
In the DC comics, Scott Free is the god of escape. I've changed that to freedom. A father's gift to his son that he should remain free, even when forced to live in hell.