• Prologue
    When all is said and done

    There were many things he was, but scared? Never. He had felt Joy, and anger. The small annoyances of the lesser beings, constantly questioning his ways. He had felt pleasure in the grandest way, and pain the brought him to his knees. And he had felt disappointment, which had brought into him a dark feeling of hate. And throughout it all, he had never felt fear. He created worlds, and destroyed them. His was a life of infinite possibilities. Of endless turns. If he decided he didn't like where he was, he would warp time and space to bring about his own desires. Never before had a power stopped him. No, never. He had always been free. But now, now he felt something. Something big. Huge. Monstrous. And if it was that large,. that powerful to a being who was omnipotent, he was billions of times bigger than anything we could think of.

    Stretch your mind. Picture if you will, a dust mite. To them, we are Gods. And to us, he was a God. And to him, to this God, this all powerful being, there was yet another God. To quote a science-fiction movie character: "There is always a bigger fish." How true. And this fish was filled with deception, with hate. Malevolence. He cared for absolutely nothing. He had no goals. Well, only one. Live. And to him, to live was to destroy. It was programmed into him by someone, something that I have yet to see. But you must tire of my endless babble. You probably long to know who, what I am talking about. Rest assured, we will get to that. But first, a little back story...


    Chapter One
    In the Beginning

    He wandered through the bleakness of absolute nothing. He was beyond the thoughts of "Nowhere". He lived in any dimension he choose, and he just so happened to choose absolute nothing. There was a tiny, minute speck of light in front of him. It hovered just twenty miles away. He was interested in it. It had been there for...Ever. Since before he came into this dimension from his own. Only one other being was there, and he kept to himself.

    He crept closer to the dot. He reached with a tendril of thought, tapped it, and watched as life exploded.

    That dot, that on speck in the middle of nothing blew up, and it expanded slowly. He watched as planets formed, as suns flared into existence, and then flickered away. He felt life rise up, then fall. All around him. The lives of untold quadrillions began and ended in the blink of his eye. The expanding was slowing. He know focused on one planet. Some dumb primates were freezing in the rain. He smiled at them from above the planet. These tiny, insignificant specks, smaller than the ball of light before them. They enraptured him.

    He watched as the changed. They were no longer the dumb primates. Now the were dumb people. Living lives that they considered important. He listened intently, trying to catch the name of their species.

    "Hello? Earth to Jake." he heard.

    Another voice shouted, "Hey Tom, come back down to earth!"

    He smiled again. So they named their planet. He shook his head and sounded out the word.

    "Erth. Er-Thuh. Ear-thuh. Erth. I like it. Erth."

    He listend again to discover their species.

    "The attack showed us just how far humanity could sink before it pulled itself up and taught itself manners." he heard a newscaster say.

    "Hew-mannitee. Hewmannitee. Huh. Odd creatures."

    He watched them. From their creation, to their ending. It was the only moment in his entire lifetime which made him cry. He would never have suspected them to be their own undoing. But, on the plus side, he could go back in time. And he did. He watched their creation, and their evolution several times before growing bored of watching. Finally he decided to see how life was on the planet, close up.

    He assumed the form of a tall, white male, from the country of America. From watching them, he knew they were the most powerful country. His hair was brown, and his eyes were blue. He was ordinary. In appearances. He even went to the doctor from time to time. He allowed colds to infect him. He even had an appendicitis. Just for the sake of blending in. He chose the period right after the third "World War", though it didn't really include the whole planet, because the economy was booming, and life was calm. The perfect time to study the fascinating creatures.

    He entered a small building that he owned, after making himself a small bit of money. His underlings turned and greeted him, and he cordially acknowledged them. He loved his new name. Jake Tomson, in honor of the first two names he'd ever heard.

    "Hello, Mr. Tomson," his secretary said, smiling at him with dazzling beauty, "Your eight-thirty has been pushed back to nine o'clock, and your nine o'clock has rescheduled for eleven-thirty."

    "Ah, Mary," he said frowning, "That's the middle of lunch. I told some of the office I'd get drinks today."

    "I'm sorry, sir. But that was the only time he had open this week, and you keep talking about how important this meeting is."

    He smiled at her and nodded, saying as he did so, "Touché. But, becuase you were the one who redid everything, now I need to get you a drink. How's later today sound?"

    She smiled at him and nodded, before turning back to her computer.

    He turned around and looked at the third floor cubicles. He picked up Mary's phone and turned it to speaker and said, "To those of you who were going to get a beer with me today, we'll have to reschedule. I apologize, but I have an urgent meeting today, and I have to get it all done up right this time or we may need to look for some new jobs." He smiled and turned away, just in time to see and explosion coming from his office.

    "NO!" he yelled, seeing Mary next his window. He reached out with his power to block the blast, but felt something holding him back. He looked around and saw a cloud above him. The other being. He hadn't seen him in eons. Since before the explosion. And now he was here...Killing people.

    He watched as Mary was thrown back from the force of the blast, her beautiful face marred, flames licking at her, debris falling on her. Dead before she hit the ground. The others in the room screamed and ducked. But he could feel what would happen next. Three men marched into the room with semi-automatic weapons. The loaded them, cocked them, and unleashed them. A barrage of bullets, cutting through the cubicle walls, miraculously missing him, but killing everyone else in the room. His friends fell, blood pouring from their wounds. Screams were nearly drowned out by the gunfire, but he could still feel them. All the while powerless to stop it.

    His building shook from a bomb in the garage. The men stopped firing and left the room. Jake watched as men and women crawled around, trying to escape from the now teetering building. He looked out the window and felt the ground lurch. His building was falling. He heard more frenzied screams, accompanied now by the tortured groans of the towers support beams.

    It collapsed. He fell.

    Like a plane in a a nose dive, he watched the ground come up to meet him. The agony, both emotionally and physically nearly killed him. Had he not been immortal. But he could feel the intense pain from two broken legs, a broken arm, and a crushed pelvis. He could feel it. Tearing him apart. He watch hundreds of people who were still falling rush towards him.

    He heard each one land, the loud thump that could only mean someone died. When each on died he felt their last thoughts. Of pain and despair. Never able to raise a family, or see their loved ones. His spirit was now crushed, like the bones of the body he used. He lowered his head and wished for death.

    He knew now that this being would not let him die. He could feel it's purpose. To kill, maim, destroy. To hurt others irrevocably. To make them suffer. And it felt it leave. He gathered up all his power, and could only heal himself. He would have been able to reverse it, but this being was still near, keeping the world in calamity. He picked himself up, and dusted himself off. Then he went into absolute nothing, and called the being to him.

    "Why?!" he shouted, his cry tearing the very fabric of time and space and nothing, destroying several parallel universes in the process, which then created about twenty more.

    He felt the power coming, and steeled himself for the fight of his life.