"Huzzah, success again." A rather dull voice spoke. The cause for celebration? Another successful creation. Radiant blue eyes looked at the hovering blade. It was as if the blade was suspended by strings. But that wasn't the case; any creation he made could easily be controlled. He was the maker after all, so controlling his created objects was a simple task. So seated on the ground of a spacious room, the ground littered with weapons of every kind, ranging from bows, daggers, axes, and other swords, he stared at the suspended blade.
The blade glimmered in the sunlight, its surface polished to a mirror-like shine. The steel was intricately etched with swirling patterns that seemed to dance in the light. The edge was sharp enough to slice through silk, and the hilt was crafted from finely worked leather, embossed with delicate designs in gold, and adorned with gleaming precious stones that sparkled like stars.
Moving his right hand to the side, the blade followed. Moving it to the left, and the blade followed. He had complete control over it. But it was particularly difficult to make; he had to balance the weight and make sure the metal used wasn't too heavy. Dropping his hand, the blade followed and fell to the floor with a clang. Inanimate objects as a whole were much simpler to create, though some had complex structures. So not all were that easy to make. That's why it was important to have something to work with—maybe blueprints or just the object he wanted to create. That way, he had a reference to work with.
Looking towards the floor littered with weapons, he merely raised a hand and snapped his fingers. Blue light engulfed the various weapons as their forms began to dissipate, fading into sparks of blue that disappeared into the air. He had gotten a tad better at creating. He was nowhere near enough to create living things, but he was getting there. But besides Creation Magic, being an Ancient had other benefits. For one, there were no language barriers; if it had a soul, he could understand it. Though he was still waiting for that clairvoyance, he wasn't sure if he had the 'gift' yet. Either way, progress was being made. His creations could be simply seen as simplistic, but he was getting better day by day. It was only a matter of time before he could turn his attention to creating living things. But of course, Creation Magic wasn't just the power to create; depending on how you used it, you could create spells that were offensive in nature. Maybe by using the elements, a simple firebolt could be made, or even something like a hurricane. But he still wasn't quite there yet.
It was at least easier to make money, or at least 10 dollar bills. That was the only bill he'd ever memorized; he might need to step up his game. But at least with the amount he's been making, he managed to secure a hotel room in the more decent part of this city, though that wasn't saying much. All of Gotham was trash. So securing a temporary abode was crucial; though he had power, he would much rather avoid conflict for the time being. But then back to Gotham.
Of all the universes he could've ended up in, he ended up in the DC universe. Suffice to say, he was unhappy, but there was nothing he could do. It's a good thing he hadn't chosen to be a Kryptonian, seeing as everyone and their mother tended to have kryptonite on their person. And it wasn't as if this Ancient body was physically weak. He was way more fit than usual, and he was sure his stamina had increased. Though no muscles, unfortunately. Still, he was satisfied with his choice, but it hadn't quite dawned on him that he was no longer human. He thought he would feel something—maybe an attachment to his humanity? But no, despite his years as a human, he felt nothing now that he was an Ancient. Maybe because the Ancients looked so much like humans, or maybe he couldn't muster enough care. But at least this way he was no longer associated with humanity; we all knew how stupid the race could be. But now he wasn't one, so he could safely insult humanity. But still, maybe there was some attachment. His life as a human wasn't all bad, mostly.
He wasn't sure. But his loss of humanity aside, he needed to act.
Of course, his first course of action would be to get out of Gotham. Though he was in no rush. He wanted better control of his power, and he needed to know where he stood. As it stands, the power to create life with a mere thought was impressive. He was only tied down by his imagination. Same with non-living things; he could make anything, however ludicrous. But still, a living thing was far more difficult than a non-living one. For example, bone structure, organs, veins, and limbs needed to be taken into account, among other things. But still, compared to some characters in the DC universe, he might as well be a speck of dirt.
Then again, it was not as if he was going to be challenging said entities. No, he had much better things to do or would want to do. Unfortunately, he didn't know how long he'd be able to keep himself hidden; realistically, probably not long. Given that there were a number of mind readers in this world and whatnot, he'd probably be discovered quickly. Not to mention he happened to be in Gotham City, where Batman himself was. But he already had a plan of action to leave Gotham. He had only been in the city for a few days, but he was already growing tired of it.
("So off to New York again.") He would rather not be in a fictional city but rather one he was used to, and he didn't want to use his magic too much in Gotham. He was at least familiar with New York, so at least navigating the city would prove easy. So, standing up from his seated position, he conjured up a pair of shades and placed them on his face.
He would probably dye his hair soon, but unfortunately, nothing helped with his eyes, which seemed to slightly glow. He looked weird with the sunglasses, even more so when you consider that Gotham was never sunny. Alas, he did not care enough.
Wooden planks create ripples on the surface of the water, and the pillars supporting the dock are sturdy and weather-beaten. Large cargo ships and fishing boats are moored alongside, while cranes and shipping containers loom in the background. Then there is an adjacent warehouse made of brick and mortar, with large doors and windows for loading and unloading cargo. The warehouse had a flat roof and a towering chimney stack. The overall scene exudes an industrial, bustling vibe.
One of the few docks in Gotham City. What was he doing here, you might ask? Well, he was looking to get smuggled over to New York. Of course, creating an ID or Passport would be a simple affair; one would need to take into account that he was young. Too young to go traveling on his own.
Hence, he wanted to get smuggled, so he hadn't been idle in his stay at Gotham. He made sure to get a hold of certain kinds of people. Which proved immensely easy. Just ask around, really. Of course, most of the time, people try to dupe him, so a sword through the knee usually helps some people spill on who can actually help him. So he approached a lone man leaning against a lamp pole; he was simply dressed in a brown coat, slacks, and simple black shoes.
"You the guy?" The man perked up as soon as he heard the words.
"Yeah, that's me." The man answered. "Looking to get out of Gotham, right?"
"That's right, and I heard you offered services for fake identification."
"It's doable, but it'll cost you a thousand dollars in total and five hundred up front." The man didn't seem to pry about his age, so that was at least good. Well not really 'good' but it saved him the headache.
So reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a stack of money he had created beforehand. He didn't quite care if this was a scam; it wasn't as if he was short on money or anything. So handing the money to the man, the latter counted through the bill before pocketing it and pulling out a small piece of paper.
"Good, here's my number; contact me in about two days; I'll have everything set up by then. Oh, and I'll need a name for your identification papers."
Ah, right, a name. Funny enough, he couldn't remember his; every other detail in his previous life was clear, but his name, not so much. But maybe it was better that way—new life and all that. But what should his supposed new name be? Something mundane? Or something more exotic. Well, he had an inkling as to what it could be.
"Emet, just Emet. Choose any surname that fits or not; I don't really care." The newly named Emet spoke with a shrug as he took the man's number. The latter nodded before walking off.
Emet walked off not long after. If this wasn't just another scam, then he'd be well on his way out of Gotham already. Of course, he held no illusions that he would be safe simply because he was out of Gotham. In the DC universe, the universe where everything that can go wrong will go wrong, the universe where gods walk amongst us, and the universe where being paranoid is not being paranoid enough—in short, it was a shitfest of a world, and he'd have a hard time surviving. Regardless of Godlike power
Emet sighed to himself as he adjusted his glasses and hood. It would be prudent to assess himself. Currently, he had a decent physical philosophy, nowhere near someone like Superman, but he felt it; he was stronger than before as well as faster. Nothing changed with his hearing, sense of smell, or eyesight. Maybe he could change that; using Creation Magic, he could alter his body as a whole, no? He wasn't sure; maybe he could make himself taller by stretching his limbs? No, he was pretty sure it didn't work like that. Maybe he could attach an extra appendage. Nah, his eyes were freaky enough. But there was still something he was wondering about; he wondered if he could body hop like the Ascians in Final Fantasy 14, something to keep in mind.
But he'd just focus on Creation Magic rather than all of the Ancients abilities. Speaking of Creation magic, something else he found out It was much easier to create constructs out of pure Aether. For example, when he creates, say, a sword, he needs to take into account the materials used for said weapon. Thus granting him easy access to creating a standard sword, but if he merely created something without putting much thought into it, he'd either be left with an abomination of a creation or just a simple energy or Aether construct. Emet glanced to his sides to make sure no one was watching before bringing his palm closer to his face.
As always, a translucent, bluish light shone momentarily before something began taking shape. The small light was quickly expunged, and now a small dagger-like weapon hovered above his hand. It was blue in color, yet it was completely see-through and hollow. A blue energy seemed to slightly radiate off of it as it spun in his hand.
It made things simpler. He could easily create such structures. If he ever found himself in a situation where he needed to fight, he should create a dozen of these pure Aether constructs and just chuck them right at the enemy. But he felt as though that lacked some flair.
"I'd feel like I'm just copying Lanters by just tossing around energy constructs; maybe I should focus on my concentration so I can chuck actual weapons at people. Maybe one day I can just create guns on the spot." He hummed at the idea. But it wasn't as if he were in a rush; it's not as though some-
Just as those thoughts passed through his mind, he heard screaming from behind. Naturally turning to the source, he found multiple people in dismay and terror as they all ran with fear etched into their faces. With the panicked screams came a mad cackle, followed by a building all but bursting into flames. A man flew through the air, outfitted in what seemed like a black body protective suit, makeshift wings on his back, and something akin to a jetpack.
"Gyahahahah! Burn! Burn! All shall be baptized by the glorious flames!" He dementedly exclaimed, and his crazed voice reverberated through the streets.
He continued cackling madly as he dragged a wave of intense fire that devoured everything in its path; it came from a flamethrower attached to his makeshift jetpack. More buildings, cars, and even people were caught in the flames. Emet watched as the flames engulfed a man; his form became unclear as the flames ate away at him. He ran erratically through the streets in a feeble attempt to do something about the flames. Eventually he fell to the ground, rolling around, but eventually he stopped. The flames still assualted his body, but Emet still saw it. It was mutilated; his skin was barely present, and his entire face looked disfigured. His clothes seemed as though they melted into him, and there were barely any patches of hair on his head any more.
Emet looked at the corpse and back at the cackling maniac, who was still burning everything around him to his heart's content. The pleas and cries of pedestrians fell on deaf ears as he continued with his assault.
Emet tilted his head in confusion. Was it truly that easy to take a life? Was it that easy to snuff out someone's existence? Emet looked back at the corpse; he had done nothing to save the man, yet he wished he had. Why? He had never thought himself the noble type, and he had only ever cared for himself. Ah, it was simple. He didn't want that man to face Death like he had, but it was too late now; the man was dead, and others were going to follow suit. They would surely experience the sensation of Death. That creeping sensation of coldness that washed over you as you struggled to gather your thoughts. In those few moments when you do have a clear mind, you cannot help but wonder, what happens now? What awaits you? The immense fear of the unknown.
Looking towards that man, Firefly, Emet leisurely walked through the burning streets. The few people that ran past him sent him glances as if he were crazy yet they still ran. He raised his right arm and pointed an open palm at the flying maniac. All around him, Aether sparked to life, as if spawning out of thin air, something shot through the air. A transparent blue like his construct from earlier, only this time it was chain's. They were thick and large, yet they soared through the air with the swiftness of a bullet.
Firefly noticed it too late. The Aether constucts intangled him in an instant. Wrapping around his body, his arms, legs, and head. Even his wings were contained, as were his weapons. He struggled more and more, yet to no avail; the chains seemed to tighten in response as if they were sentient. Emet gestured to the earth, and the chain's complied.
"W-What is thi-" Whatever he was going to say was cut off as he was dragged to the ground by the chains that led back to Emet. Firefly crashed harshly against the pavement, the chains of Aether still binding him. Emet approached the bound Firefly as he tossed his glasses aside.
"Fool! You will not stop my crusade! I shall burn all of Gotham in beautiful flames! None shall stop me! Hahahahahah!" Despite being bound, he cackled either way. Yet Emet's dull expression hadn't changed. He almost looked at the man bordely.
"I'm curious. How do you intend to do all that if you're dead?" Emet asked with a tilt of his head, as if he were asking a genuine question.
Firefly could not respond as he found a dagger loaded into his head. The constructed dagger, along with the chain, dissipated into thin Aether as the man's limp body fell to the ground. Emet stared at the corpse and stared some more.
There's no feeling of regret. No disgust even.
"Good." Turning away from the corpse, he walked away aimlessly. Fire cackled behind him, but there were no more people around. All had ran off.
It was strange that he had killed someone. He had inflicted that feeling of Death on someone else. Yet nothing—no disgust, regret, or rage for what he had done. Was he always this dull a person? Or had his time in that dark void affected him more than he thought? Or was this a result of being Ancient? No, he simply didn't care. He removed a cancer from this world; what was there to regret?
"Hmm, wonder if Batman will be angry?"
A/N:Sorry for the rushed 'fight', as you can see Emet doesn't exactly fit into Gotham. Even as a novice he's still OP. So I'll be moving thing's along, and to note this is not a defined DC universe. There will be multiple elements from different interpretations. For instance Young Justice elements, but still main universe DC element's. Of course some thing's would be altered.