Teaser
Rusted eyelids slowly split apart. A faint call for help begins to grow in intensity. It begins to hurt. There is a ringing that has pulled me back from the grave. Reality quivers and rings frantically.
It is an alarm. A plea for help.
I must answer. I have no choice but to. The soil around my body presses down upon me. Millions of tons of rock and dirt hold me within their earthen grasp. Yet I still move. Slowly my right arm pushes through the darkness.
The world trembles in anticipation, as if my awakening has brought forth the beginning of some terrible prophecy. The last vestiges of the souls of Superman and Ultraman have imprinted their will upon me, even though I am only a shell created to house their radiance and pragmatism.
My very existence has faded. I don't know what purpose I serve here, whatever here is. However, I know that I must protect existence yet again. That is my calling.
In an infinitesimal amount of time, I have broken through the dirt and rock.
Throughout countless worlds I hear the crying and screaming of immeasurable hopeless beings, silenced and smothered in darkness. Their souls and lives crushed in the endless darkness.
This reality is different from the one I remembered. The God Sphere, Limbo, The Source, The Bleed. All nonexistent. I can not sense them, only an ever present darkness closing it's black grip on this reality.
Some are fighting, I can sense them.
Tiny existences. Small concepts pushing back against the blackness.
They take the forms of humans, but they are manifestations of belief. For a second I think, and reality shows me what these infinitesimally small existences are.
KANSEN, Sirens, and Humanity. They all fight together against the overwhelming black that seeks to smother all in darkness.
It is a beast, a Great Evil Beast. The darkness of The Presence. It has come to claim this reality. I can not face this threat alone.
As I think, thousands of universes have been smothered and silenced in darkness, Sirens, KANSEN, and Humans fall to the hopeless ever devouring blackness.
These Sirens, they fight with their control over time and space, throwing timelines rigged to detonate at the incomprehensible blackness, merely delaying the inevitable. The KANSEN attack the creatures of the darkness that flood the worlds, as Humanity fight with all the determination and tenacity as I remember.
It is a fruitless war, for as the darkness devours, it spits those that it has devoured back out at their old worlds.
The very narrative of these worlds begin to fray and split as the Great Darkness approaches them.
I have realized what I must do. I must stem the tide while I think.
And so I grow.
I quickly rise above the universe, the third dimension, then the fourth, and even the fifth, yet I still see the blackness swallowing all. I rise even higher, my existence expanding and removing any restrictions upon it. Then, when all of reality sits in the palm of my hand, I look outward, and all I see is Darkness.
This Reality had been forgotten, left to die.
I would not let this happen.
Raising my right hand over the small reality, I emanated infinite copies of myself, each possessing a inconsequential amount of my power, but enough to push the darkness from whatever universe I resided in, While I faced the darkness as the last flame of resistance in this abandoned world.