[center][h2][color=0072bc][b]ABSOLUTE COMICS - JUSTICE RISING[/b][/color][/h2][/center]
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[b]January 31, 2019[/b]

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The Being in the impeccable white suit walked among the throngs of celebrating humans. It passed through the crowd as if It was Moses parting the Red Sea. Humans ebbed and flowed out of Its way subconsciously as It exerted Its influence on them as casually as one of the pitiful primates breathed. 

It watched as the fireworks went off in the night sky, people hugged and kissed their significant others, and friends sang along with the inane song that they always played on this night of the year. There was so much the Being would never understand of these worlds, yet they fascinated It all the same. All these beings living fleeting, insignificant lives, yet every moment they burned as if they were a universe all in their own. Emotions swirled in them like nebulas, exploding forth in words and actions like stars and planets. It was a thing to behold. So much sound and fury all signifying the most banal thing creation could ever have conceived.

So many of these little worlds had been its entertainment. It had traveled from one universe to the next, watching and studying. It learned something new each time about the banality of the multiverse. It longed to make these worlds perfect, to complete their meager lives by providing something they all lacked: A purpose.

Still, some of them were of interest. Beings of almost mythic power compared to their compatriots on these little balls of dirt called planets. They did not possess the kind of power It did, but they were still leaps and bounds more impressive than the normal rabble that mulled around it. They had terrific strength, speed, and watching them smash into one another like a child played with toys gave the being a thrill It could not get looking elsewhere over all the creations.

It was why It had brought them all here, why It had taken all the time and energy to form this branch of the multiverse and make it perfect for its inhabitants. It was a grand experiment undertaken by The Being.

And it was such a great disappointment.

Heroes It had selected for its enjoyment had disappeared, seemingly into thin air. Gone to ground due to one reason or the other. Those that remained fought valiantly, but The Being knew how this would end if nothing was done. The heroes It found so engrossing would be snuffed out by these normal, pedestrian cretins that surrounded them. Fearful creatures that saw something different and wanted to do nothing but make sure it was brought to heel or snuffed out.

The Being couldn't have that. Not after It had worked so hard to bring them all together. This was Its world, and It was going to keep it.

The Being in the Suit came to a stop in the middle of the crowd and breathed deep, raising Its hands to the air. Most of the humans around It, if they even noticed, would have seen it as an act of taking in the moment.

In reality, The Being was reshaping all of reality. It felt every atom, every tachyon, of existence swirling around It. Every insignificant part of creation was at Its beck and call, falling into place exactly as It wanted it. No more would the mundane dominate Its creation. 

No, now this would be the Universe of the most climactic battle of good versus evil the multiverse had ever seen.

"This is going to be fun," The Being smiled to Itself as it continued walking through the crowd.