Louis opened his eyes to a white expansive sky. This was not his room. The man rubbed his head for a moment sitting up, He noticed that the white expanse went on for what he thought to be infinity. It was almost like a white canvas.

Rising to his feet, He glanced around a bit more, only seeing white. Not even Vigdis was here with him. He was well and truly alone. Seeing as he had no other options, He simply began to walk. Step after step taken through the white infinite void. He called out to anyone he knew, Vigdis, Raskain, Elvira. Yet all that he was met by is silence.

"Why am I here?, for what purpose?" He was alone with his thoughts, and for once he actually had time to go over them. Thousands of questions rang in his head, and for each one he tried to come up with an answer to, yet they did not sound correct in the slightest. Why? It was the main one he wanted the answer to at the end of it all.

He did not really know how long he had been walking for, It could have been days, hours, hell even years. He did not feel tired, nor even hungry or thirsty. If this was some sort of introspective thing…then it was doing a pretty good damn job.

Louis blinked his eyes noticing that he was now in a…. Bar?.

Chairs and tables dotted about the main foyer, The smell of Alcohol. So familiar. He would often share a drink or two with his grandfather in his past life. Slowly he approached the bar and grabbed a hold of a bottle bringing it up to his view. "Crown royal….He and I would often drink this"

"It's not a bad choice Kid"

Louis turned around to see a rather average looking man sitting at one of the tables, an Old mechanic's outfit covering him. He was young, but slightly older than Louis himself. The man Lifted a hand and waved Louis over to him, He then gestured to one of the chairs opposite of the table. "care for a drink"

Louis hesitantly approached, Eventually sitting himself down, He lifted the bottle placing it in the middle of the table, To which the Man in front of him grabbed a hold of pouring two glasses of the Alcohol. While he did this, Louis got a good look at his features, Semi length Brown locks, A full beard, Deep set brown eyes.

A full glass of the drink was set in front of Louis, The inventor gently took a hold of it eventually giving it a ginger sip. The taste….It reminded him of home. Slowly Louis for once relaxed, This elicited a brief smile from the man in front of him, Who also took a sip from his glass setting it back down on the table with a soft thump.

"Its good to have a drink once in a while, If only to calm the mind a little bit. Now I bet you have a good amount of questions… So lets start with who I am"

The man lifted his glass, taking another sip out of it. "I used to go by a good amount of names, The brother is the big one of them. And no It's not that my name is unpronounceable to mortals bullshit…honestly hate that. You can just call me Mac" The man turned his head looking out the window, Louis followed his gaze and saw that they were essentially floating in… space?.

Louis took a bigger gulp of his drink feeling the alcohol burn his throat slightly. "Alright… Mac. I'm guessing there is more to you?" Mac lifted his hand giving a brief thumbs up as he drank some more, The man then grabbed the bottle Pouring himself some more Crown royal. "bingo, You see before the warp, Before this universe, There was Me…and then my Sisters. Lumination and Absence."

"So you three were...gods?" Louis spoke out, setting his now empty glass on the table, Mac reached over, pouring another glass for the man as well. "Not exactly, but I guess you could say that, Formed the stars, Formed the space, While my Siblings helped in forming other things in the known universe. Even the warp. It was separated from the universe with just a snap of the fingers"

Mac lifted his hand snapping his fingers, a wave of energy rising up out of it for a brief moment. "It is something I enjoyed doing, And my little sisters, they did the same if only because they looked up to me" A reminiscing smile seemed to grace Mac's lips as he began to go through his second drink.

"It sounds like you cherished them immensely" Louis mumbled out lifting the glass to his mouth as well downing half of the Alcohol. The burn was now more manageable. Yet he could not help but let out a cough.

"I assume something happened?"

Mac set down his glass and looked up to the ceiling for a moment watching as a fan spun. "You'd be right, After forming everything, we got to making life and that's when all hell broke loose. The constant bickering between them both, the arguments."

A lowered his head, and a brief expression of Regret could be seen. Slowly the man lifted his drink, finishing the rest of it off. "You know you are taking this rather damn well Louis"

Louis choked on his drink for a moment, sputtering and coughing out the Alcohol he drank. Mac quickly got up from his chair and walked around the table giving Louis a few pats on the back. "Well ugh, Considering everything I've seen at this point…I'm desensitized to it somewhat"

Mac let out a brief chuckle going back to his seat. "Well you're right about that, But then again You've been doing pretty damn well so far."

"So the arguments…I assume it led to something…worse" Louis felt a bit of dread in his question, Yet he could tell that Mac had gotten a bit more despondent now. The man walked back over to his seat, grabbing the whole bottle now taking a swig from it.

"Jealousy…They both saw humanity…and the potential that they had….And they confronted me about it. Saying how I was secretly wanting to one up them both, How I hated them and their creations…How I saw myself as better…"

Mac slid the bottle over to Louis, The inventor quickly caught it, Pouring himself another glass. "But that was not the case at all…" Louis surmised, Now having a pretty good buzz going on. Downing his third glass of the night, Louis set it on the table, getting out of his chair for a moment and approaching the window, Looking out at the stars.

"No, I loved them, Louis; they were my little sisters."

Louis handed the half empty bottle to Mac, the man taking it and downing the rest of the drink, He then tossed the bottle away. The sound of it shattering as it hit the ground rang through the entire bar.

"They tried to kill me... and thought they had done so. The regret…they regretted it so much, yet they argued over who did the final blow on me, blaming each other for "killing me"...in their argument. In that moment, *he* finally struck.

"He?..." Louis Inquired, He turned his head to see Mac... was angry. His face formed into a snarl. *Haziakim, Born from the Chaos... While I was not dead, I was essentially locked away…a fate worse. In the chaos he was born, and he immediately took power, defeating both of my sisters, taking their powers and sealing them away."

The bar began to shake and rattle, The glass slowly began to crack from the anger of Mac. Louis quickly balanced himself on the wall. His expression turned a bit fearful at the man's anger. "Mac, MAC!"

The bar stopped, the glass repaired, yet Mac still looked angry. One of the bottles behind the barista counter appeared in his hand, He quickly twisted off the cap, taking a swig from it. "I watched as he caused destruction and wars to their creations, corrupting them and bringing them to ruin. I watched as he proclaimed himself as the true creator, I watched as he turned the warp from what we originally had planned for it… that being a paradise for those who pass away to forever be with their family into a place of utter horror and hell. Headed by those four disgusting beings. And I could do nothing..."

Mac set down the bottle of alcohol onto the table, He then gently reached over to Louis, grabbing his shoulder. His anger slowly dissipated. "And that is where you came in... I am sorry for taking you from your family... From your old life, but I was desperate."

Louis looked at Mac for a moment, A slight well of anger beginning to bubble up inside of him. Finally an answer to his question of why, right in front of him. Desperation did not excuse the being from yanking his soul away from heaven, from his family. Maybe it was the alcohol... scratch that it was probably the alcohol causing his emotions to be unabaited.

In a burst of drunken rage, Louis's fist impacted the being, a crunch echoing from Mac's nose as he took a step backwards. "Your sorry...you were desperate, ripping me from paradise, tearing me from my family...to save this dumpster fire of a fucking universe. One that lacks common sense, basic human decency is in the fucking trash. Tell me, TELL ME WHY I SHOULD EVEN HELP."

Mac slowly removed his hand from his nose, blood dripping from it. It was bent at an odd angle. Reaching up, he reset it with a crack. "Because your my last chance...the wildcard, I would send you back...if I could. Let's just say that the chance I took on your soul was pure luck. The boundries that Big G set in place were weak in one infantismally small area for just the twinkling of an eye."

Louis let out a hollow laugh, a pained chuckle as tears began to go down his face. "And I can't even go back...a chance...a FUCKING CHANCE." The inventor's fist impacted the wall, breaking it slightly. Over and over he repeated the action. His fist beginning to bleed due to the amount of force. Yet he did not care, the anger brushing away the pain. "Luck, pure luck. My family had to bury me, and then bury my little sister. How is that fair. How is it fair."

"It's not... and I'm sorry, Loui."

"I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING SORRY MAC." Louis roared out, turning to face the being. "SORRY DOES NOT RETURN MY SOUL HOME, SORRY DOES NOT FIX ANY OF THIS."

The inventor felt the anger and rage reach a boiling point, He quickly turned his attention to outside the window. His eyes widened as he saw that the stars and space... were instead now replaced by a small home. He could see... himself. His original self running through the yard. Brown hair and all. The sounds of laughter echoing out. He remembered that day. He and his little sister were playing tag.

The smaller girl laughed brightly as she ran, with himself barely managing to catch up.

"Can't catch me, Mikey!"

Slowly the rage became undone, as the memory played on. He watched as his original self managed to finally catch his sibling. Wrapping her in a large hug. This elicited a scream of laughter from the small girl.

"I never even got to say goodbye to her. She saw me as her hero... Yet before I could even say goodbye to her I died. " Louis spoke out, Tears slowly went down his face as he placed a hand against the window. He watched as the memory went on, Another game of tag started between them.

Mac hesitently approached Louis, also looking out at the memory. "MND...I felt so helpless. I watched as Jade slowly wasted away. But I tried to treat her as normal as I could... tried to make her think she was not as fragile."

"I love you"

Jade's voice echoed in Louis's head. The last memory of her before his death. He would always watch her shows with her in the hospital room. Movies on heroes, knights. He would always find drawings that she made, Of his old self and her going on little adventures. Slowly Louis sank to the ground. A silent sob racking his body. "She probably wondered what happened to me...she probably died knowing that I broke her trust... her hero dying"

Mac watched the inventor break down, He approached slowly taking a seat on the floor beside him. "...Yet would she want you wallowing like this... Or would she want you to keep her memory by being the hero she wanted you to be?"

Louis went silent, and slowly turned his head to Mac. His reddened eyes looking over the being. Wiping his face, The man stood to his feet. He then looked out at the window once more. Now seeing a hospital room. His sister connected to multiple machines, Louis watched as his old self walked in and pulled up a chair. His sister smiling towards him, while grabbing a piece of paper from her bedside table.

Louis reached out his hand to the window, and slowly the paper his sister held was now in his hand. He looked over it for a moment, A sad solemn smile gracing his features. He clutched it to his chest for a moment. Before folding it and putting it away.

"I'll help you, if only to preserve my memory of her. Its what jade would have wanted." Louis spoke out, a small smile gracing his features as he watched his old self and Jade continue to talk in the hospital room.

Mac looked at the inventor with a raised eyebrow. He then shook his head, patting Louis on the back. This caused the inventor to stumble slightly. "I knew I made the right choice... now I think it's time to stop reminiscing on the past, for both our sakes. Time to completely unfuck this universe. And since you and I are a package deal now, since I kinda had to fuse myself with you... It's time for you to learn more about what you can do."

"What do you mean by that? Isn't Vigdis the only thing?" Louis then felt a sense of apprehension from the shit eating grin that Mac gave him.

"She is only one part of a wider shitton of things I, and by extension, YOU can do, Kid, and since you're going to be undisturbed in your sleep for the next eight hours. I got plenty of time to discuss with you. Take a seat, This is going to be a long... long ass conversation."

Louis knew that when he woke up the next day, he would probably have a hangover that would put the Emperor out of commission for a week.