Seattle, Washington
It was a warm afternoon in Seattle Washington, and the sun hung high in the cloudless sky. A gentle wind carried through the noisy streets, tempting many out of the known comforts of their homes to enjoy the cool season of weather. Throngs of citizens ambled along the sidewalks going about their daily, relatively simple lives. Among them was a fair skinned, dark haired male, melding through crowds under a simple guise and bit of psychic manipulation.
Now this man was unusual for a number of reasons that none but an extranormal person would gather. He looked normal, if noticeably good looking, with lean, almost perfect physique and chiseled features. He wore a simple white collared shirt, a beige blazer, and a pair of full rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose that he frankly didn't need, seeing as though he could see far better than any human on the block. Beyond the normal exterior, however, was a person who's very molecules vibrated to the frequency of another universe. A man who's very cells and being were underlined with power fed by the sun. A god who's identity was concealed by glasses and subtle psychic manipulations as to not draw negative attention that, in truth, was directed towards a man who was long dead.
Darkevius Halliwell of a reality almost symmetrical to our own roamed the streets of Seattle in search of a place to eat before he continued his research into dimensional frequencies, the multiverse, and all subjects in between. He felt more than a little uncomfortable, sauntering along past citizens clueless to his identity. There was a weight on his shoulders that even boundless strength couldn't overcome, and it was all because of his counterpart in whatever reality this was. His other self native to this universe that had spawned a pantheon of artificial gods with some chemical agent known as Divus Crystals. This other Darkevius' efforts had taken the form of terrorism, a path that lead to his demise at hands of some hero named "Trinity Blue".
And of course I arrive in this world, right after he dies, Dark scathingly thought, irked at the coincidental nature of it all. He'd dwelled on it enough of course, holed up in his counterpart's snowy citadel ("at least some things don't change") while looking into just how he'd arrived in this world, and how he was going to escape it. Now was a moment to put the matter aside and enjoy himself a little while he was here. He could smell a pizza place round the corner, the familiar scent that always attracted his super senses for miles. He smirked, hands smoothed into his pockets, anticipating the glorious sight of several pepperoni pizzas to be taken back to the citadel, unaware that this happy little occasion wouldn't unfold quite as simply as he'd envisioned it would...
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