Vandar was finally back home. The time he spent in the Invincible Multiverse was fruitful and gave him a good base. He stole technology and grew stronger, which was detrimental if he wanted to 'survive' or exist comfortably in the DC Multiverse. But his strength, as impressive as it may seem, was nothing compared to what he would encounter, and he couldn't remain idle, at least not for now. He didn't want to either.
Vandar makes his way to his base of operations and adds his newest additions. He started to rearrange his base and secured all his specimens and other valuable technology. Earth wasn't free from danger, even at this age. And Vandar would surely meet them in the future. But if he could avoid them for a while longer, he would do so.
He wanted to understand the Flaxan dimension because he had plans to create his own dimension. He planned to create a separate space where he would hold his most prized possessions and where he would place his headquarters for Multiversal Conquest if he still thought that way in the future. Time changes a man and thousands of years even more so. But if he succeeds with his plans, he will spend more time than just that. The DC Multiverse is unpredictable.
So Vandar got to work. Using his knowledge of dimensions, he laid out the different pieces of technology he had created in a very specific pattern throughout his cave. During his time in the Flaxan dimension, Vandar has come up with a way to fold space. To do that, he needed special pylons to keep the space in its folded position and make sure it didn't 'unfold'. This brought with it several problems which he had to address.
For one, the pylons couldn't just break down or stop working. They had to function forever, or at least for as long as he wanted. This meant that he had to find a way to transfer energy to them. At first, he thought about providing that energy from an outside source, but that was quickly discarded. It was not safe enough and unreliable. Someone could disrupt this from the outside and destroy the dimension, making the space collapse in itself and destroy all his work. So, he had to find another way to get energy to the pylons. He thought about creating a clean, infinite energy source but then had a better idea. By folding the space in the particular way he had calculated and creating his own dimension, he would have it start producing energy, which could then be used to power the pylons.
This also solved the following problem: even with energy, the pylons would be vulnerable, and if destroyed, the dimension would collapse. This was solved in a very elegant way. He would first place the pylons in the pattern he wanted, as he was doing now. After finishing this, he starts to prepare all the other technology he created, which will stabilise the space-time.
Vandar has everything prepared. His plan is rather ambitious, but that's just the way he is. He puts on the special suit he created and attaches 26 tubes to it. Then, he connects the tubes with one pylon respectively and moves to the centre. He is now ready to start.
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When Vandar arrived in the Flaxan dimension, he wouldn't have thought that he would ever do something like this. He knew that it might be possible, and he could do something else if it didn't work, but he never thought about this. The knowledge he possessed from his past life truly came in handy and is what allowed him to do something as outrageous as his.
With determination, Vandar activates his suit and feels the technology starts working. There is a low humming sound, followed by painful stabbing of thick needles into his body where the 26 tubes are attached to his suit. The needles started to suck out his vitality, and the suit transformed this energy into electricity and fed it to the pylons. Vandar took inspiration from the Matrix. He was essentially an infinite vitality battery, and while it was painful and distasteful, he chose to use this method for now. The tubes lit up golden, filled with energy, and fed to the pylons, which were lit with bright white light.
The energy needed for this was immense and would take a while to jumpstart, but Vandar had the time and the energy for it. He endured the process and activated his information screen. He began to read all the data that was recorded in real time. The space-time movements and the slow folding of the space-time continuum could be seen in thousands of rows of numbers and special letters that Vandar had invented to save space. Then he saw it happen, the exact moment when his dimension started to form. He began typing on the keyboard and entered the specific algorithm, which would set the specific attributes of his realm. As simple as it sounded, it was much harder and more complex.
The Seven Forces of the Universe, also known as the "Seven Harmonious Forces" and more correctly known as "Anti-Crisis Energy" or "Connective Energy", are the most important energies from which harmony comes in all Multiverses and regroup every positive energy in Existence — the Speed Force, the Emotional Spectrum, the Forces of Justice — and are in essence connective, uniting people through memory and history, reminding them that they are small but part of one generational story. The energy of Creation is born of The Source and wielded by The Hands to configure and birth Multiverses within the Greater Omniverse.
Basically, anti-Crisis energy was what the Multiverse was made of. All of the Seven Forces of the Universe were part of it. The Dark Multiverse was made up of the opposite, the Crisis Energy. So what Vandar did was use the Anti-Crisis energy present in the birthing dimension and used a code to get it to do what it wanted. He was using the energy as a 'code', so to speak. What he wanted was rather simple: he wanted to be able to affect the way time flowed, like in the Flaxan dimension, as well as other things.
Slowly, the dimension took form and grew larger, as it 'consumed' space-time of the Universe. Then, as it reached the correct size, another sequence started. Another algorithm Vandar came up with to solve his second problem with the pylons. The dimension grows another bit and, by doing so, swallows the pylons Vandar set up to create it in the first place. This serves two purposes. One, he protects the pylons from being destroyed from the outside, and two, he gets the dimension itself to power them. He has essentially created a functioning Perpetuum mobile.
Vandar looks around and sees his finished product. He knows that he simply folded space-time and then gave it a different purpose, which is not the same as a separate dimension, strictly speaking, but physics can become complicated and convoluted when it comes to comics. In his mind, this is what he wanted and that is enough.
*Rumble*
Suddenly, the dimension starts to tremble. As if he was inside a snow globe and someone was shaking it. In the sky, cracks begin to appear and the rumbling sound increases. He tries to exit the dimension as he understands what is going to happen when-
*BOOOOOOOOOOOO---------FWWUUP*
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At the dawn of time, there was magic. It was promising and pure as it surrounded the forming Multiverse. When life was new, I, the first magical being, shaped myself out of the cosmos within the plane that later became known as the Sphere of the Gods. I did that for one simple reason: to play with the magnificence that is magic. I love magic more than anything else in existence, and to play with it fills me with great joy. Before long, I sensed that beneath the Sphere where I formed myself, there was a darker font of magic similar to mine, one which is tied to the Dark Multiverse. The very opposite of this one and one that I don't like at all. I was frightened by this evil. So much so that I created a barrier between my realm and the darkness so that my realm, which was filled with possibility and wonder, couldn't be ruined and tainted by darkness. It worked; I managed to protect what was mine and stop the darkness from making contact.
After creating the barrier, when I was but a girl, I visited the centre of the multiverse, on the place that would later come to be known as Earth 0, where I watched humanity grow. It was like magic, full of wonder and possibilities. I would gift mankind pieces of my magic so that they could make the world around them a paradise and fill it with more of that unpredictability I came to enjoy. Humanity gave me a name - Hecate, which means "far off" in their primitive tongue, believing that I came from the moon. I thought that was funny in a way since the moon was so close to Earth, and they didn't even realise it, just because they couldn't reach it with their hands. But only a few truly understood that they weren't meant to reach it with their hands but their minds.
As humanity's beliefs grew, they began to affect the Sphere of the Gods. It was very weird for me, in a way. On one way, they think the moon is far away, and on the other hand, they manage to create different pantheons of gods out of their imagination. So, out of their imagination, the pantheons of gods were born, and the Sphere of the Gods was split into smaller realms for them to reside in. I wasn't mad about this since the entire Sphere was still my home, and I finally had some company. The different pantheons all tried to earn my favour, as they believed me to be the actual creator of the universe. There, I understood the similarities between the humans who had created them. They were just as foolish at times. I didn't want to choose, though, and I decided to stay neutral, watching all the pantheons and humanity simultaneously.
However, the rules of reality were becoming stricter, forcing me to change. I arrived at the centre of the universe as a girl but was then transformed from the Maiden, which was an innocent and optimistic version of me, to the Mother, a more responsible version of the Maiden of my previous self. That's how I continued and enjoyed myself, but I also understood disappointment in how the pantheons were repeating humanity's mistakes differently.
Eventually, I chose to join the Greek pantheon, which lived on Mount Olympus in the Sphere of the Gods. I even was to marry Hades, the king of the underworld and god of the dead. We were similar in certain ways. Our fashion and the way we looked and held ourselves. I liked that he was the more serious member of the Greek pantheon. He didn't have the same chance to indulge in promiscuity as the others. He had a duty and took it seriously. I was the same in that regard and was busy managing magic in all different ways.
But the good tale eventually came to an end when mankind noticed the immense power I wielded. They grew jealous and greedy, which are two traits they seem to have in spare, and so they attempted to steal it. I had no idea at the time, and it must have been my naivety if something like that were possible that led me to my demise. I was summoned by a ritual and bound by the humans. They used magic to bind me and then locked me for aeons in prison, where I couldn't escape and tortured me for years.
While all of the humans engaged in my capture, it was Mordru who carried out and greatly enjoyed the task of tending and tormenting me. I endured the pain for a long, very long time, but after years of solitude, I was contacted by Hades, who informed me that he had taken a new bride and that I was no longer welcome at the gates of Olympus.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
At this moment, I let out a scream that shakes all of reality, and I feel the dark presence of the Upside-Down Man for the first time in aeons. With all of my fury, I tear a hole in magic, allowing some of the darkness to break through the veil of existence. I then gave this to the humans to use as 'magic' and fulfil their wishes. I hope it will destroy them from within and pay for their crimes against me.
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But something else has just happened. I have not felt something like this in a long time, but just as I have accomplished this, something else has broken—some kind of barrier.
I look around and then feel a wave of energy from a distant universe. It blows through my prison, which was just about to break and blows into my face. It feels warm and ... different. There is something else to this and not just magic, something more ... what is this?
Oh? And who might you be?
"..."
Why are you not answering me?
"..."
Oh, you don't seem to hear me. How peculiar; I seem to have forgotten how to converse with humans. Wait! A human? Here? How?
"..."
Oh right. I need to stop doing that.
'Hello? Can you hear me?'
'Oh shit! What the fuck happened? Where am I? And who are you?'
What language is he speaking? He must come from a different time. I sense no malicious intent from him, how peculiar.
'I am called Hecate, and you are inside my prison realm.'
'Hecate, huh? And what do you call yourself?'
'Pardon?'
'You said that you are called Hecate, but what do you call yourself? You do have a name, don't you? Or did you just take what others call you and choose to run with it?'
'Run?'
'I mean, accept it.'
'Is that not the common practice? You are called what your parents name you after birth, right? Or did you rename yourself?'
'No ... not yet at least. But you weren't born, were you? I mean, Hecate is the creator of magic or something like that, no? You should be capable of naming yourself. Especially after you look so smoking hot.'
'...'
'...'
'You have a very strange way of speaking, young human. How does my appearance warrant a special name? Where do you come from?'
'Well, where am I?'
'You are inside my prison realm, in the centre of the Multiverse, Earth 0.'
'For real? Well, I don't know what Earth I'm from. But a differnet one, I guess. I was just finished creating my own little dimension when it shook and collapsed in itself. I think I must have shot through space-time and cracked through the source or something ... although that seems unlikely.'
'How fascinating. You know about the Source Wall? Who are you?'
"The name's Vandar Adg. At least that's what my parents call me. Haha.'
'Ha! You are interesting. How exactly are you still alive? If what you say is accurate, and you truly managed to create a dimension on your own, which then collapsed in itself, it means that you would have been crushed. Your entire existence would have had to shoot through different realities and universes to arrive here, and there is no mortal or immortal whose soul could withstand something like that. It's simply impossible.'
'You mean improbable.'
'No. I mean, impossible. I know about Vandar Adg. In this reality, he is a bad person, one with an evil heart, who was a part of those who imprisoned me to gain magic. He might be immortal, but he wouldn't survive what you did.'
'I guess that makes me special then.'
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'So what exactly are we doing now?'
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First, look at the Multiverse. There are a few more plot points I wish to cover before we reach modern times.