(Life as a multi reality being 101.)

Chapter eight:

Bringing her consciousness back out Diana felt refreshed, and even more stable in spirit. She finally took a moment to take stock of herself.

It seemed that throughout her stabilizing process she finally took shape as it were. She had a humanoid body filled with the chaos of creation, energy, and matter. Although if you looked closely at right below where her navel would have been, you could see the forms of her Primordials working with the surrounding energy to create realms for themselves, realms that would embody them and be their homes for the eon's to come. Sort of like how each of the Daedra in Tamriel each have their own domain in Oblivion.

As she watched them work she started to wonder if that was all there is to it. Is there anything else she needs to do? Ah, maybe that. She willed Archon to appear near where her forehead would be and moved the domain she started with him. She already told the Primordials that Archon wouldn't show himself most of the time, might as well make sure that his domain was far enough away so there wasn't a visual reminder of her presence at all times. Even though it didn't really change how far Archon could reach, if he needed to that is.

Now that that's taken care of... what now?

Diana looked to Jack and wondered if there was anything left for the old man to teach her all. If all of her powers were based on will and intentions, then doesn't that mean that she can pretty much do anything she pleases? What was the point of anything other than Consume the energy and matter surrounding her in order to fuel whatever her Primordial gods attempt to dy?

Stepping in only when things look dire or when her children were lonely seems like fairly boring existence. Fulfilling though it might be, Diana wasn't exactly looking for a slow life right now, someday maybe, but not right now. Is that why the One Above All was rarely shown or even mentioned in the comics? Was it because being all powerful is boring? I guess I can see that. I mean, if this is all there is to it than all that's left is moving own through my own multiverse once it matures. It's probably going to be a long wait.

But still... Even before that. Why was I chosen to be this... Why me?

Now you're getting to brass tax. Jack said bending down at the waist bringing a finger filled with glowing universe orbs linked together by the web of life down to Diana's startled face, a finger that, it should be said, was twice the circumference of Diana's head. Indeed, that's the most important isn't it? Why you? What makes you so special? It's what underlies the answer to all your other questions. And is the first one I'll answer. So, what do you think? What is special about you? Jack asked her.

After a minute of reflection. Nothing, I wasn't anything before this. Just a normal girl. Replied Diana. Diana lamented, and her shoulders sagged.

Bingo! Jack snaps his fingers. Yes, you were. Rather ordinary, normal life, a good one, filled with several acts of self sacrifice, but ultimately a normal person. But your soul? That was not. Jack points at the swirling mist that made up Diana's chest.

Puzzled, Diana rubs her hand on her chest. Not that doing that would really lead to anything, force of habit, maybe. What do you mean? Diana asked him.

When a being such as us, we call ourselves Origins, by the way. It's a handy title, considering we are the origin of everything in the omniverse. Aside from the mists of existence and nothingness, we create everything, we are literally everything's daddy and mother, godfather and godmother, inventor, director, writer, and producer. Thus, we are the Origins. Replied Jack.

Anyway, tangent, when an Origin matures, and a perfectly stable universe is born in our multiverse, such as the one your previous earth is formed, the souls there begin to mature as well. After a few quadrillion cycles of reincarnation, they begin to exhibit signs of being ready. I won't go into the details of what the signs are, but at that point they choose one soul every relative trillion years to be reborn as one of us. Said Jack.

Diana was gobsmacked. Then, the entire purpose of creating universes... is just to make more of us? Diana asked him.

Waving his hand in front of his orb filled glowing face Jack replies matter of factly. Oh, no. No, no, no. The purpose of creation is to explore the mysterious of life fate. You see, the very first of us came into being knowing nothing, and over the eon's, had come to find that each universe created seemed to follow a certain flow. Replied Jack.

Thus, when he or she, we don't really have gender identities that we don't assign ourselves, created his first offspring, he charged that being with discovering the purpose behind this flow and whether we could use it for something. While simultaneously, he continued to try and figure it out for himself. Replied Jack.

Over the countless years we've found that the flow is attributed to fate. Now, mortals might say that fate is something that the gods engineer, but no. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos don't make fate. When each iteration of the Greek goddesses are made they are simply along for the ride and are the enablers of fate. They have the misfortune of knowing where fate has been, where it is, and where it is going. Their task is to study fate in each universe I let them exist in. Fate is something that is underlying everything. And bring, what we are, can interfere with it, guide it to where we want it to go, and see it work, but we don't create it. The players are already assigned, we can influence it. Replied Jack.