[AT] The All Mighty...

[After Transition]

Who gives a shit if I'm able to go back, what I'm worried about is that someone is going to follow me here, I thought I left it all behind when I was caught red handed but it just seems like the universe is out to get me or I guess two universes are out to get me now. Shit there are so many people back in the Marvel universe that are capable of traveling through dimensions both good and both, everyone knows that digging a tunnel is the hardest part but going through an already made tunnel someone else dug is relatively easy, in this analogy I'm the one that worked hard and built the tunnel while those other assholes can take it easy and just follow my path to get here. Shit, I don't need those guys ruining my new life, this was supposed to be a fresh start. What the hell am I gonna do now?

"MORTAL, I WOULD RATHER NOT TELL YOU THIS BUT SINCE A HIGHER POWER HAS SPOKEN I MUST. THE PATHWAY YOU CREATED IS A NEVER SEEN BEFORE PHENOMENON AND AS SUCH VERY DIFFICULT TO FIND, IT IS HIGHLY LIKELY THAT, UNLESS SOMEONE VERY CLEVER, VERY DEDICATED AND SOMEONE WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE LOOKING FOR COMES ALONG, THE PATHWAY WOULD NEVER BE FOUND AND YOU WOULD DIE, CLOSING THE GATEWAY, BEFORE IT CAN BE DISCOVERED!" He very reluctantly, I can tell even though he's very stoic, tells me about the situation.

"But, I won't ever die.. You've seen my memories you know about my crazy regeneration, it's pretty much impossible for me to die so that pathway might never close..." I see a slight tilt of the spirits mouth, I think he's smiling and it is highly disturbing. "UNTIL YOU COMMIT A SIN, THAT IS..." Oh shit, right. If I commit a sin this guys gonna come and reap my soul which, while closing the gateway, is not a solution which I much like. Oh well, I'll just forget about it as the spirit seems to think it's nearly impossible to find and I don't think any of the people I left behind in the Marvel universe would try that hard to follow me. Shit, I feel like all my problems would be easily solved if I still had my meta-knowledge, I miss it so much.

Shit it's so hard to think, I've been able to ignore the pain in my head due to the immediate threat of death posed to me by the Spirit of Vengeance but now that I'm no longer in danger I can't ignore it anymore, my head is so fuzzy and it hurts to think about anything to do with my past, how the hell am I gonna sort this out now? "MORTAL, IT IS MY FAULT THAT YOU EXPERIENCE SUCH CONFUSION, WHEN I WAS ERASING YOUR SO CALLED META-KNOWLEDGE I WAS LESS THAN GENTLE AND LEFT YOUR MIND IN A LESS THAN GOOD CONDITION. IT PAINS ME TO DO THIS BUT IT HAS BEEN ASKED OF ME THAT I REMEDY THE SITUATION, THEREFORE I WILL HEAL YOUR MIND AND RESTORE THE BALANCE!"

"Wait, WHAT! NO DON'T DO ANYTHI-" Like hell in gonna let anyone mess with my mind, I can sort this mess out on my own. Unfortunately the Spirit doesn't pay heed to my reluctance and he raises his palm letting the green miasma once again appear which begins to seep in through all seven orifices in my head, it's pouring in through my mouth, my nostrils, my ears and the tear ducts in my eyes which hurts like a bitch, I manage to fight through the pain enough to look at the Spirit and I can tell that he is enjoying my suffering, even when he has to help me he finds a way to hurt me.

Suddenly my mind clicks, it's like my mind was a bunch of jigsaw pieces all mashed together in the wrong places and now it's been sorted out and put together perfectly, actually it's been glued together and given a nice varnish for that extra shine (even if that doesn't make any sense?), both of my minds have been perfectly synced and merged to become a single whole yet I can tell the my life in the Marvel world is more prominent on account of the fact that it has more content than my life in the DC universe though that doesn't mean that either of them will overwhelm the other. It's like I lived both life simultaneously yet separately, it's really weird, for example if I really hated rock and roll in the Marvel universe but I really loved it in the DC universe I would now like it but not more than other types of music, if that makes sense.

I am taken out of my daze when the Spirit begins to speak in that stoic manner of his again. "IT IS DONE MORTAL, YOUR MIND HAS BEEN FULLY HEALED! MY FINAL DUTY IS TO TELL YOU THAT THOUGH YOUR SOUL IS ON THE VERGE OF BECOMING BLACK AND IT CAN NEVER BE WHITE AGAIN YOU CAN STILL REDEEM YOURSELF, YOUR SOUL CAN BECOME LIGHT GREY BY PERFORMING GOOD DEEDS AND ACTS IN WHICH CASE I WILL NIT BE ABLE TO TAKE YOUR LOFE, HOWEVER UNLIKELY IT IS THAT SOMEONE LIKE YOU COULD COME BACK FROM THE PIT OF DEPRAVITY YOU RESIDE IN. I WILL BE BACK IN THE NEAR FUTURE TO ERASE YOU WHEN YOU INEVITABLY COMITT A SIN AND YOUR SOUL BECOMES BLACK." He turn around and starts to sink into the floor while letting out a dark green yet somehow luminous miasma.

"Wait! I thought you wanted to kill me, why the hell are you helping me now!?" He still sinking into the floor but his head turns and looks back at me. "THE ALL POWERFUL HAS SPOKEN AND WHO AM I TO REFUSE HIS ORDERS, I HAVE HOWEVER BEEN GIVEN REPRIEVE WITH THE FACT THAT I AM ABLE TO REAP YOUR LIFE IF YOUR SOUL EVER BECOMES BLACK. WHY THE ALL MIGHTY WOULD WASTE HIS TIME ON A DEPRAVED SOUL SUCH AS YOURS IS NKT FOR ME TO QUESTION..." And his head finally sinks through the floor with the final wisps of his green miasma following him leaving silence in the apartment and me alone with my thoughts.

And my thoughts at the moment are confusion, anger and rage, rage which I promptly take out on the entire apartment around me. I smash the desks, kick in the bed, trash all sorts of furniture and end up eventually wrecking everything in the apartment in my mad rage fuelled temper tantrum. I'm pissed, my life was nearly taken like taking candy from a baby and I couldn't do shit, the only reason I'm alive is because of this 'All Mighty Being' whoever that is and why the hell is he saving me, what the fuck does he want from me. There's just to much confusion to deal with now and I'm wondering what I'm supposed to do, I'm sitting with my back against the wall when I hear some very loud knocking at the door along with some very foreign sounding swears directed at me, I shout back and tell them that I'm fine and they should leave but it's still several minutes till they eventually relent and I'm left to silence again.

Sitting there with my back against the wall my gaze drifts to a folder on the floor, it must have gotten there during my stupid meltdown, I think the merge gave me some anger problems, another thing I've gotta deal with. With my newly reorganised mind I know exactly what the file is but I pick it up anyway and rifle through it looking through each piece of evidence I've gathered throughout the last few weeks and with each turn of a page my resolve hardens, I can deal with the rest of this shit for later but for now I should just but an end to that orphanage, the drug peddling and the human meat trafficking ring.

I get up from my place on the ground and start to rifle through the apartment for my belongings such as my new wallet and keys all the while clutching the file in my hand. I can worry about this 'All Mighty Being' later, I can later also try to figure out why I picture a tall blonde body builder with rabbit hair and an overly serious face in some kind of blue costume when I think of him.

I think my newly reorganised mind has some software issues...

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