Location: The Crossroads Realm – Outside Time, Beyond Space
In a realm unmarked by gravity, logic, or mortal comprehension, seven thrones shimmered in a circle of starfire. No walls. No sky. Just a swirling spiral of forgotten laws and silent judgment.
This place was not meant to be found — only summoned.
And today, it stirred.
One by one, beings of unspeakable power appeared:
• Highfather, ruler of New Genesis, light incarnate, the anti-Darkseid.
• The Phantom Stranger, draped in silver chains and silence.
• The Presence's Shadow, a flicker of divine intent — not speaking, only witnessing.
• The Spectre, the spirit of vengeance, eyes burning like dying suns.
• The Monitor, ancient observer of multiversal patterns.
• Hecate, chaos sorceress, woven from myths and madness.
• And finally… Zauriel, the warrior angel with broken wings, a sword that once touched the face of God.
Each felt it.
The tremor.
The disturbance.
The singularity named Elias.
Highfather Spoke First.
"The boy has broken balance. His actions border on annihilation. Already the Source Wall murmurs in fear."
Spectre's Voice Echoed.
"He absorbs the sins of entire galaxies… and enjoys it."
Hecate Cackled.
"He's amusing. Annoying. Chaotic. Reminds me of my third husband… I ate him."
Zauriel Scowled.
"He bears parts of the Anti-Life. That cannot be allowed."
The Phantom Stranger simply raised a finger, and an image of Elias appeared — sitting in the Watchtower, boots on the table, chewing alien fruit like it owed him money.
Monitor calculated.
"He is not yet a crisis. But he is a breach. He learns. He adapts. He thrives."
The Presence's Shadow… flickered.
It did not object.
Back on Earth – Watchtower Conference Room
Elias stared at a floating projection of Lobo's wanted poster and laughed.
"Dead or alive? Pfft. They'll need better adjectives for me soon."
He chewed, spit seeds on the floor, and mocked a Superman speech in a high-pitched voice.
"'Hope is the light in darkness!' Boo-hoo. Where's your hope now, Kent?"
Batman stepped in.
"We need to talk."
Elias didn't look at him. "You usually say that before a punch."
"This isn't about you," Bruce said. "Something's moving behind the Source Wall."
Elias paused. His face darkened — the grin fading.
"Darkseid?"
"Maybe," Bruce replied. "Maybe worse."
Diana joined. "There are whispers across myth-space. A Council met. And you were the subject."
Elias stood now, voice low. "What did they decide?"
"No word," Superman said. "Only silence."
Elias smiled again — coldly this time.
"They're scared."
Back at the Council
Spectre raised his voice.
"He must be erased before he becomes worse than Uxas."
Highfather closed his eyes. "Or guided."
Hecate snorted. "He doesn't listen."
Zauriel clenched his sword. "Then I'll speak with him. Blade to face."
The Presence's shadow flickered once more…
And then nodded.
Judgment had been passed.
Not to kill Elias. Not yet.
But to test him.
One god. One challenge. One message.
Later – Earth Orbit
The sky above Earth split.
A tear of divine gold opened across space. And from it descended a winged figure blazing with righteousness and fury:
Zauriel, Heaven's Wrath.
Sword out. Voice like thunder.
"Elias. By decree of the Council of Realms — face divine judgment."
Inside the Watchtower
The League stood frozen.
Elias?
He cracked his knuckles.
"Finally. Someone worth hitting."
He stepped forward, Omega energy swirling, Parallax flickers dancing in his shadow.
"No ring. No corpse-lantern. No Kryptonian leash-boy. Just you and me… angel."
He grinned wide, eyes glowing black-gold.
"Let's see what Heaven tastes like when it breaks."