Prologue

A young man with light brown skin, back spikey hair, sky blue eyes, slightly skinny but had a good muscle toned figure. He had on a simple pair of light grey sweatpants, and a plain white t-shirt.

He was sprawled onto the bed with his neck turned to the right, legs and arms spread apart across of the bed, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was open, liquid escaped his mouth but refused to be released from his lips.

This extremely handsome man was me.

Now over to the left you will see another figure, he was an old man, he had on a hat, but you can see the grey around his head tied to a man tail. He had on a white buttoned up shirt, with blue jeans, he also had a black or what looked like a biker's jacket of sort. had on crimson red sunglass on his face, and a grey bush mustache on his lips.

Now I know what you're thinking, but this guy does not look arrogant as it is described of him, he looks humble, in peace.

He looked like a grandfather, a good grandfather

The Old man chuckled quietly.

"Kids."

He slowly walked towards me, until he was by my side. Once he was, he reached out and grabbed my arm, before pushing it then pulling it in a repetitive motion.

"Kid..." the old man muttered softly, but the only response to that action, was the liquid stretching from the corner of my mouth, finally making an impact with the bed. It created a small wet mess.

"Kid wake up..."

Slowly my eyelids fluttered to a point where it was halfway open. My vision was barely visible, but I managed to see a figure. My eyes shot open, now fully awake and deeply alarmed, and scrambled back.

{Judging from the sound of the voice, There's an old man in our house!}

"'I know!'

{He shouldn't be here, we do not know him, nor have we let him in our house!}

'I know!'

"W-who the hell are you?!" I practically screamed at him, "And what the fuck are you doing in my house?!"

"Calm Down, and you already know who I am don't you."

{impossible, the great Stan Lee is Dead.}

"Stan Lee is dead." I replied immediately, I looked for something to throw.

Ah.

"You got five seconds to spill before I throw this at you!" I snarled. A lamp in my hand.

{That's a bit excessive, we should have just threatened to call the cops}

I cringed, as the old man nodded his head.

"In Short, your Multiversal God is dying after a fight with another multiversal God," he began, "He made contact with another Multiversal God, which was me, we were great friends that is why he made contact with me rather than himself, we made a deal, we fused, now, i decided to do something I have never done in both lives because I Have power and authority in both universes, I decided to give you another chance in life to live in a new world that seems like a paradise to them."

{We are open minded, but we are not idiotic. Our lord will need to prove himself.}

'But our lord also said not to test him, what if I get killed because of that?'

{If that were the case, he would have killed us a long time ago, us and the entire human race.}

"...You're going to have to prove it," I said with a blank expression, I maybe a religious person, but I am also an extremely open minded person, and I know that there is a lot of things God knows that he doesn't tell us, for our own good. That doesn't mean I will believe any person that walks into my room claiming to be God. Even if it is Stan lee.

His whole form gave of a heavenly glow which shined brighter than the sun, an aura of love and comfort, almost like....like my Dad....

But the power, the Aura, the Authority, it felt so much greater.

I stared at the power radiating off of him in waves, as my eyes slowly widened in waves, my eyes widened in disbelief.

"You....you are..."

There was a long moment of silence, except for the sound of the wind blowing violently from the power.

Eventually, after realizing he is what he says he is and everything that he said was true, why would he lie about that to a weakling such as myself?

I tilted my head down and sighed.

"Ugh, what a drag...."

"I take it, you believe me now?" the now proven to be God asked, now though, his voice carried a heavenly echo, that was strangely a mixture between a mature male, and a mature female.

"Yes, I believe you now."

The now proved God smiled, and the glow around him faded as if it never were.

'That was no trick, such a thing was impossible, to do everything that he did and make me feel as I had felt.'

{Bow!}

"I gave off a small bow in respect, "Now now none of that." he said, he grasped my shoulders gently and lifted me up, "Come, we must leave."

I nodded my head, he let go of my shoulders and looked to the wall, "All you have to do, is walk through that wall,"he said, "I will take care of the rest."

I hesitated.

{Why are we hesitating? Our family and friends are dead, there is nothing left of us here.}

'I know, but, my family's legacy is still here, if we go, all of the hard work that our family has built goes down the drain.'

{Are we honestly thinking about that right now? Look at our family, the bonds we shared, the love we all had for each other, all of them, only cared for such things, because it was a foundation for happiness,}

{but if we are not happy, we are slapping them in the face, here is our lord offering us a second chance, we must take that chance, and make do with what we got!}

I frowned.

"Zack, are you coming?" Stan asked softly,

I looked down for a moment, before I looked at him and nodded my head towards him.

"Yeah, I'm coming."

I continued to follow him.

'Oh, and brain?'

{Yes?}

'Thank you.'

{Anytime}

End.

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