*Flashback*

... Graveyards are not exactly conducive to cheerful thoughts, the atmosphere that these places emanate seems to suck out any trace of life, joy, energy, and peace from anyone who happens to pass by, ironic, since that is exactly their sole purpose

:1%...

'Too slow...'

The rest of the dead is just a plus, this damn place is just a reminder of how little THEY live, how weak THEY are, And how careless THEY were...

Why they didn't wait for me, was it so difficult? Am I not reliable enough? Was it my attitude that affected them? Was it my arrogance that pushed them away? Was it my DAMN insecurity that pushed ME away?

"No..." It was my inability to coexist with humans that drove us apart, I simply couldn't even look at them without a surge of hatred rising from my core.

'Maria... Would I be able to look you in the eyes and tell you that I couldn't keep our promise? That I didn't help humanity enough? That I let my traumas take over my being?'

My promise to her... I never managed to keep it. I tried, and tried, and tried, but it was never enough, Not until recently.

That deep hatred, that overwhelmed my senses, logic, and instincts completely, leaving space only for the Red, That thing that made them not completely trust me, has calmed down. In the last 2000 years my situation with them has improved quite a bit, 'I wish we were like that back then.'

But fate is treacherous, always playing tricks; It was that damned hatred I felt towards humans that prevented THEM from accepting me into their lives, at least not completely.

Knowing this, it should be easier to deal with the loss, so why? Why does it hurt so much? Is it rejection? The pain of not being wanted, loved, and cared for? They didn't care about me, why should I care about them...?

"..." The silence is deafening, the buzzing is agonizing, the air is heavy...

"I fell sick..." Rejection hurts, it hurts a lot, was nothing we experienced real to them?

"..." Shit... They weren't like that; After so long, you still think like that, their deaths are on YOUR shoulders YES, But DO NOT taint their memories with YOUR disgusting reasoning, pull yourself together, the blame was YOURS, YOU who didn't want connections for fear of more and more losses, but it's impossible, everyone has to go someday, even if that day never comes for ME.

"I thought that by distancing myself all the problems would go away, but it seems that by leaving home, I left the doors open for the monsters to come in." There's no use in lamenting.

Turning my gaze away from their tombstones towards the starry sky, the moon looks so beautiful tonight, the stars so bright, but like everything good, it doesn't last long. Dark clouds, like the eternal void of the universe, quickly obscure such cosmic beauty.

Letting out a bitter laugh, I say, "Are you trying to cheer me up now?" I hate the stillness, the rain fills the air, its drops washing the soul of those who accept them, like a hug from someone we love, the acceptance that changes are inevitable, It's Truly Beautiful, Truly pure.

Old dreams, false hopes, past friendships... Unique passions, they shaped who I am, I will never forget the emotions you made me feel, both the good and the bad, you shaped today, what tomorrow doesn't expect, a completely different being from yesterday.

*End of Flashback*

"Truly a... Blessing... In the form of a curse." How these words hurt, God knows they do, but I can't just discard them because they hurt, I hate taking losses as gains, but nothing goes as we expect them to.

4 years, 7 months, 2 days, 22 hours, 52 minutes and 19 seconds. That's the total time I've been here, the first time in 16.517 years after their death. I didn't have the courage to visit them, but now I... "I must move on."

:The Creator - Upon letting go of beliefs previously held as absolute truths, has received a sudden increase in energy regeneration speed. View percentage for travel?

[YES] [NO]

Clicking yes, a familiar screen appears before my eyes; I've spent the last 12.632 years perfecting this system, my skills constantly amplifying, my arsenal expanding ever greater.

This system was created by myself, as a way to guide myself. Years of study, trial and error, and experiments with emeralds have led me to this point.

It is divided into: General Knowledge, Skills, Research, Theories, Experiments, and Essentials.

:79%...

'It was a very big leap,' I thought. There's nothing left in this world; The Cemetery I am in now was built by me with the help of the Chaos Emeralds. The Sanctuary itself is a Singularity, a hollow cube, with another cube white in color floating in the center, the second cube serves as a counter-pressure to the pressure coming from the Black Hole outside, A "White Hole".

If a Black Hole sucks everything in until nothing remains, then a White Hole expels "Nothing" until "Everything" comes into existence A Positive Singularity. The same one that caused the Big Bang.

When It appeared, it did not have the counter pressure of the negative Singularity, so as it appeared, the world came into existence, Instantly.

The fact that everything I built were not erased from literal existence, is that one cancels out the other, a balance between "Everything Turned Into Nothing" and "Nothing Turned Into Everything." A Neutral Singularity.

I created this miniature world by expanding the Negative Singularity, so instead of it being just an atom with infinite mass, it became a space similar to a country with barriers of infinite mass.

Of course this fact/theory may or may not be implemented in other worlds. "Multiverse" It's not exactly a strange concept, it's actually quite easy to access. As for "omniverse," it's another matter, the amount of energy needed to travel between universes outside my own is almost impossible to have. 15,000 years, I travel through the universe, gathering energy from the dead variants of my world, preventing the birth of others, stealing their Positive Singularities, Negative Singularities, and neutral singularities.

Planets, stars, constellations, galaxies. The number of dead universes, in the process of being born, or in which life cannot be sustained is infinite, but Those energies never went into the system (at least most of them didn't). They were always absorbed by me. The answer was in me all this time, I am the supreme life form, the energy production capacity that I can generate and stock is not small, the increase in energy produced by me only increased after I confronted my past, breaking those damn chains that kept me stagnant.

I just need a thin piece. consume infinite energy to produce infinite energy...

Facing the graveyardI started to speak, "It's time to say goodbye, you were the best of the best, I will always carry you with me in my memories, my heart and my soul!"

With these words I begin to recite, "I bring forth Light, Reality, Strength, Speed, Agility, Electricity, Control, Balance and Supremacy, one becomes nine, then nine will become one"

With these words spoken, the barriers that previously prevented the implosion of this utopia project, they didn't even crack, they just disappeared, I didn't even need to blink, of course, if it was the vision of a normal person, for me it was as if hours stretched out in a Planck time.

Taking one last look at the Graveyard, I begin the absorption of the Positive Singularity, and the emeralds.

By absorbing PS first, I create the Forces, primordial Energies of the DC Universe; the Speed force intrigued me. There, the speed of the speedsters comes from the force of acceleration, not from the hedgehogs' genetic makeup. Absorbing the emeralds next, I have an idea...

By recreating these forces of nature, Strength Force, Sage Force, Speed Force, ...and one of my own creation, the Null Force, capable of nullifying all previous forces for a short period of time. I combine them with a fraction of my own essence, And another little surprise. So that the Concept of Creation understands what I am trying to create, my body and blood remember the sensation. But my essence has another role to fulfill: to find one of the worlds corrupted by "HIM"

"Speaking of the Devil, no, better said, his bitch." I speak when I see the equivalent of misery before me, "Mephiles."

The state he's in is... To say the least, laughable, "It's funny... You only managed to visit me when I decided to go out and renovate my house, why didn't you come sooner? I had tea."

"..."

Okay, now I understand Sonic. Making fun of the guys who are more powerful is actually Very funny. I can literally hear and see the veins on his forehead pulsing. I'm holding back a lot so as not to laugh.

"You know, I don't have the patience for games right now, so tell me, where are the emeralds?" He asks, clearly annoyed, Well, I would be too, centuries have passed... but i don't Care!

Smiling menacingly, I sadistically and slowly point to my chest; instantly, he materializes in front of me, I don't dodge the attack, I want to see the anguish.

His face changing color, emotions crossing his face, The shiver that ran through his whole body. 'I feel everything... And it's delicious.'

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" The sweet smell of fear. I know what happens when HE doesn't get what he wants.

His subordinates are like bananas... The fruit is the only part he wants; he throws the peel away... crappy analogy, but you get the idea.

"I became your owner's nightmare, but I won't do anything against your boyband. I'm preparing a surprise, hold on until then, someone else will be the one to fulfill my wish, after all... He is my Image And Likeness"

*3'RD PERSON POV*

Elsewhere, far away from our hedgehog, lie His desires, His desire to protect, seeking someone with the same genuine desires, a certain blue hedgehog taught us that the strong must protect the weak, And these are the traits that Shadow instills in his champion.

And these qualities were found in a rather... Dark Universe.

*Atlas POV*

Two years have passed since the tragedy in Brightburn (Kansas). The world has entered a state of war; agreements have been made between countries to stop this abomination, and underground facilities and labs have been established to find something in it's biology that indicates some vulnerability.

Of course, not all research and experiments were for the good of the human race. With the fall of world leaders, and of any other forms of authority and order, experiments on humans are being conducted in countries such as America, Russia, France, China, and Japan.

With humanity on the brink of extinction, a massive operation was planned, Searching the Breyer residence, They found the spacecraft, and they also found biological material, blood, in It.

Tests indicate that the element in the material does not match any element on Earth's periodic table, With this discovery, hope began to be cultivated in the hearts of the scientists: 'That being is mortal, it bleeds, it can die!'

As every cloud has its silver lining, the DNA provided has proven to cure several previously incurable diseases, such as cancer, for example; however, Methods for replicating the spacecraft's material have proven unsatisfactory.

"Atlas, what did I tell you about entering my office? These documents are confidential." I hear my father speak from the doorway, his voice tired but not reproachful, 'he really doesn't care...'

"If I don't tear it, it's no problem..."

"Touché"

"How was the work?" Charles Black, chief scientist of the "Armageddon" project, is in charge of the research and experiments with regard to the blood of that hellish being.

"Nothing much..." he says, already taking another document from his briefcase and handing it to me. I take it, raising an eyebrow, and as I read the name on the document, my heart begins to race, Fear, excitement, and anticipation wash over me.

'Project Eden'

"!!" Okay, that caught me a little off guard. "I thought it would take longer for this to be approved... "What happened?" I ask, a little bewildered.

Sighing, he says, "The situation is critical, our base of operations in Chile was attacked, all the data on the metagenes were compromised." His voice deepens with weight, "Simultaneously, the metahumans sheltered in the underwater facility in Bikini Atoll were completely exterminated."

"That means..." A shiver ran through my body. "Yes..." He began, " in the entire world, among all the billions of humans on Earth, there are only 32 metahumans... 29,463 dead in a single night, A Single FUCKING Night, can you believe that shit? Sure, not everyone knew how to fight, but that's just crazy, impossible."

"You don't think that..." my thoughts are like a book to him, "That he is not acting alone? Yes, I think so too."

"Who is-" Being abruptly cut off, my father clears up my doubts, "They call themselves 'The Supreme Purity'.. Because Brightburn carried out his murders selectively, they had a vicious interpretation: They believed Brightburn was Earth's choosen, the person responsible for the 'Great Purification' . 𝗣𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸."

"There's a crazy person for everything in this world, but how did they know where the facility was?" I had an idea of how they knew, I only hope that I'm wrong. But it seems God is not on our side. "The Kingdom of Atlantis allied itself with Brightburn, in exchange for their lives."

Silence settled in, so fragile, yet so oppressive. It seems that humanity is destined to be destroyed.

"To make matters worse, of the 32 metahumans that remained, Fewer than ten intend to fight for the human cause." He says it in the same unchanging tone.

"But wouldn't that also be counterproductive? It would be foolish to fight against their own race, and even if they joined Brightburn, they would be killed after fulfilling their roles in the war." Don't they think? That thing doesn't think of 'us' (humans) as allies.

"That would be the case, but with the time they will have helping him, calmly, it is very valuable from a strategic point of view."

"... They would have the peace of mind to devise a plan for Brightburn's death without the pressure of his hunt..." Even so, the calm they will have will be so, so fragile, worse than any pressure we are under. One single mistake... And they all die.

"Exactly, And that's why an operation against them isn't on the table..."

"... They serve as scapegoats, cannon fodder... Well, there's no room for traitors."

"Even though they are traitors, their involuntary sacrifice will be very welcome. Truly a... Blessing... In the form of a curse."

*Thump*

I freeze at... 'Those words... Where did I...' No, those words are always repeated. Something bad happens, then something good comes along. 'Nothing Special'

"Atlas... Are you okay?" I listen to him, and it brings me back to the present time.

"Hm? Oh yes, I had a déjà vu." There's no point in celebrating this... blessing... Not all bad things bring good things. Sometimes that's all it is... Bad moments.

"...And your project, your superiors are getting uneasy. You know it won't be long before they find out." His tone of voice changes to one of anxiety.

"I need more ti-" Being cut off, he says...

"Time is the only thing I can't give you, not now. They're already nervous; the progress we've made so far isn't nearly enough. They're already suspicious, If your research is truly all that you promise, we may have a chance of survival in this godforsaken world—"

*Thump*

Huh? "God?" What is that thing?

An extremely heavy and oppressive silence settled in, 'God' a simple word, 'but what is this feeling?'

"..." Why isn't he saying anything? 'Please...' I say in my mind.

"Anyway... Finish it and show me, at this moment, there's little I can do for you." With those words, he leaves, to work, to eat, somewhere.

'Damn it...' I thought... I thought we were past the phase of ignoring each other, but I see that he always comes after my mind.

You know, I'm not defined by ideas or genius. I think, I feel, I am.

I think about tomorrow. What it will bring, or if it will even come. It's terrifying to think like that.

I feel fear, dread at these so-called thoughts. "Do I still have time?", "Is it worth going on?" The danger is constant, but still... At least just a little... I dare to dream of a future where children don't have to bury their parents.

'I think, therefore I am' Rational.

"But I feel, therefore I am" Human. I cry when I'm sad or happy, I sweat when I'm nervous, my heart races when I love.

'I BLEED WHEN I HURT MYSELF, DAMN IT! I'M NOT SOME KIND OF SUPER BEING! I AM NOT SOME KIND OF GOD-'

*Thump*

"urgh!" Damn, what's going on? 'That sharp pain...' Waiting for the pain to pass, 13 minutes of pure and violent stabbing pains in the chest, the pain finally fades.

'Personal notes, don't say the word that starts with "G".'

Ignoring (for now) this intense pain, I pull two obsidian-colored Rings from my pants pocket; they have crimson lines, which strongly resembles veins, a pattern that emerged when implementing Brightburn's blood in the metal.

'Nanotechnology...' I think, still a little disoriented by the pain, 'I finished months ago, the extra time I need is to perfect it.'

Hemoridium [Type B]: That's the name I gave it. This metal was created by accident at the beginning of the project. How did they come about? I don't know, but on the night Hemoridium was created, bad blood also went into the equation. Since then, I've been able to mold it with my mind, it and all the billions and trillions of nano robots.

With this type of telepathic connection, my efficiency in my research and projects has simply reached new heights. With this, I have complete confidence that they can give me a healing factor.

'Today will be the day I make history, we will move forward... Humanity.'