Multiverse Stories (Multicross: DC, DXD, Marvel, ETC,)

You know, whenever I thought of the afterlife, I imagined it would be something unknowable. Something so beyond human comprehension that it couldn't even be understood.

For what do humans know of the nature of the soul other than what we can assume throughout our philosophy? Many societies have tried to understand the soul either through the lens of morality or through an understanding of its layers.

Some societies believe that our souls are simply memory drives—a recording of our experiences meant to be judged on scales or by some higher power.

Yet in this moment, I understand that life—or in this case, afterlife—is a lot more mundane than I thought it was.

I sit amongst endless clouds as what I assume is a sun rises above me, creating probably one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen in my life. I never managed to travel much throughout my life, so such picturesque visages are more pronounced.

Such is the issue of living in dense cities. Light pollution really does ruin a lot of things—not to mention the smog and the people in said cities.

The chair I'm sitting in is made of clouds on its own, which I assume is more for me than it is for whoever is judging me. I imagine it's because a soul holds no physical weight that this chair isn't crumbling beneath me or just causing me to fall right through it.

But just as I blink my soul eyes, I find a throne, head-formed in front of me, with a being whose eyes seemed to eclipse the largest mountains. And his wings seemed to envelop the world.

For a few moments, we just stared at one another, but instead of feeling fear, I felt relief—maybe an understanding of the fact that there is something after life. It is as if an age-old question had been answered, but it's almost funny as I wouldn't be able to tell anyone.

Before I could say anything, his booming voice echoed, causing the clouds to entirely disappear as if the force of his voice alone could rend entire continents.

"Young soul, your time has come to an end. For what it is worth, you have my sympathies."

I bowed my head in respect, but as I tried to speak, I found that no words would come from them.

"It is all right to feel afraid. I imagine if I saw a man the size of the world staring down at me, I would feel the same." The amusement in his voice almost made me chuckle.

A smile appeared on that being's face, and as he began to stand from his throne that eclipsed the world, he began to shrink, and soon enough, a table appeared in front of me with him sitting on the opposite side.

Soon enough, the clouds returned, and as he laid his arms on the table, I found myself pulling my chair up next to it.

"You have earned an eternal rest, young soul, but I offer you another choice. Tell me, what is your greatest dream?" Is it strange that I felt afraid again from being judged for what I dreamed of most?

With that same smile on his face, the angel simply looked at me, his eyes filled with understanding. "I do not judge you for what you want. I have met the worst of mortals and their very best. I have borne witness to the beginnings and ends of multiverses and universes. Do not be afraid and do not feel rushed, for, ironically enough, you have all the time in the world."

For what felt like hours, I just sat there afraid to say what I wanted to say. I was never the most brave man. At best, if I ever saw someone getting mugged, I would call the police, but I would never intervene myself.

But there was a gut feeling that I could trust this person—or maybe his presence just has that effect, which I should be worrying about, but I was already dead, so other than eternal torment or the erasure of my soul, there are very few things that could happen.

As I lifted my head and stared into his eyes once more, I saw him simply staring, but not at me. He saw right through me, I could tell.

"I want…I want to learn magic… I've always wanted to learn magic…" The words barely came out as my voice sounded so small a squirrel could probably produce more decibels than I was right now.

The angel then rose from his seat and walked over to me, and after dismissing the table, he stood in front of me, and as he grasped my shoulders, he lifted me up until I was floating upright in front of him.

"There is nothing wrong with that dream. Trust me, I once had a person tell me that they wanted to be perpetually and verbally abused by superheroines their entire life. Mortals can be very strange when it comes to their desires." Honestly, I could understand in a very sad and morbid way. I don't even think he wanted to be verbally abused. He just wanted people that would always give him attention.

Again, with an amused look in his eyes, the angel then summoned what looked to be one of the largest books I've ever seen in my life. Its pages never seemed to end. In fact, there wasn't even a cover. It was just an endless swirl of paper.

"Your dream is beautiful. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. The pursuit of knowledge by itself is not a sin, nor is it a sin to desire something more. Besides, I am the being watching over your world. I've seen you do all those solo D&D campaigns." Dear God, please save me from my suffering right now.

"Aren't I already here?" Okay, now I'm just seeing the smugness on his face. But instead of feeling angry, I just started laughing. It wasn't a very long laugh. It just felt relieving.

As the book in front of me began to shake shape, the infinite pages coalesced into the form of probably the most fantasy book I've ever seen. It was seemingly inlaid with gold and rubies, and it seemed to represent every color across the spectrum.

It was magnificent. And as the being let go of the book, it then floated toward me, and with a small gesture, the being asked me to open it.

And so with my soul hand, I opened it, and the words jumped out at me as the pages began to spin faster and faster, until it suddenly came to a stop, and I felt the connection form between me and the book.

"This is your grimoire now. It shall teach you everything it knows, and it shall be your most loyal companion. The book itself will explain how it works, but for now we get to the fun part." The angel then smirked in a way that reminded me almost of a devil, and with a slight amount of fear in my eyes, I turned to my left where the angel was looking, and I saw a giant wheel of fortune.

On it, there were thousands upon thousands of names. Some of them I recognized; a lot of them I didn't. And so the angel gestured at me to pull the lever next to the wheel, and as I did so, giving it as hard of a yank as I could, the wheel began to spin.

To be honest, I saw a decent amount of places that I would never want to go to, such as the realms of Chaos from Warhammer and various Earths from across multiple universes.

As I saw each and every one of these worlds, I just looked over to the angel, and he just sat back at the table, sipping on his mug. The mug itself had a small piece of writing on it that said Best Angelic Dad in the Multiverse.

And he just sat there with that smile on his face as the wheel began to slow down. The names became more recognizable as the speed slowed. And as I saw the wheel begin to make its final turns, I almost began biting my teeth as I saw it begin to slow down next to Harry Potter.

In my mind, I could just keep thinking, Come on, come on, come on, but then it passed by it by an inch, and I almost recoiled, seeing what it landed on.

[Rolled World: Young Justice (DC)]

I just looked over at God, and with that same smile on his face, he just looked at me. But in his eyes, I did not see any pity. Honestly, he could probably hear what I'm thinking as I am positively freaking out.

The book, however, had other ideas as it simply hovered up to my face, as if reminding me that it was there.

But even with that, just one question came to mind. "Why?" I tried to keep my tone as even as I could, but it was a lot shakier than I could admit. God—or whoever this angel is—simply stood up and waved his hand, and the wheel just disappeared, as if it was never there, vanishing into the endless clouds.

"It's all right to feel afraid, especially anywhere near Marvel and DC. Those two universes you really wouldn't want to touch with a six-quadrillion-yard pole. But what better universe could there be to study magic? And don't mention worlds like My Little Pony or Harry Potter."

I was most likely going to mention Harry Potter, as that was quite literally the next option on the wheel, but as quickly as I lifted my finger, I put it down and returned to deep thought.

But while DC was a virtual gold mine for magical lore, as every single mythology existed in addition to multiple different planes and dimensions with thousands upon thousands of years of magical lore, simply existing in the universe is a problem due to the nature of how magic works.

"I don't want to be rude, but I assume you know, heck, Hecate—you know, the primordial goddess of magic that quite literally doomed the entire magic system because she was trapped for hundreds of years in a cage and tortured by a rather sadistic Chaos Lord. Not to mention the Otherkind and the Upside Down Man. Even if I'm in an entirely different universe from the main timeline or Prime Earth, at any moment, I could just be snapped out of existence."

After somehow taking a breath, even as a soul, the angel just looked off into the distance. I was very curious about what he was saying, but I decided to remain silent.

But a few moments later, he turned around, his eyes still glowing in a golden light, but again I didn't find pity—just warmth, like an adult bird watching their child leave the nest for the first time.

In a split second, he was in front of me, his height towering over mine, even with his shrunken size, and as he placed a hand against my shoulder, the book floated over my right shoulder. As he held his hand on my left, he just stood there.

"Don't worry. I am not callous enough to send you there without the required protections. And besides, given the innate difficulty of your world, you shall gain certain other perks. I'm not like those other ROBs that torture their transmigrated or reincarnations. Every soul deserves a chance to reach their potential. It's up to you whether or not your decisions will lead you to reaching that potential."

And soon enough, his height began to grow as what was once a hand on my shoulder turned into me simply sitting on the palm of his hand, as if the entire conversation was just a small part of his entire form.

I should've been scared. I should've felt small, but all I could think was simply one thing.

I want that!

It wasn't greed. It was more like a childish desire—I mean, who doesn't want to reenact the whole "The Monkey King is sitting on Buddha's palm" moment? Again, I hear booming laughter, and the realm shakes in its entirety. And as he places one of his fingers that seemed to dwarf the planet on my chest, the book then began to disperse into thousands of pages before it began to surround me.

But I still had a couple of questions.

"Did you know I would make this choice?"

The God seemingly thought for a moment, yet I assume for him that moment I thought of lasted years until he finally reopened his mouth.

"Based on my observations of humanity, I did. But yet you still made the choice. I just guessed correctly. And just because I can use my omniscience to know doesn't mean I want to. Besides, those of similar power levels have a much harder time determining others' fates. If you're worried about privacy, you don't need to. I am no overbearing helicopter God. All I want is for you to live your life and to learn and to study. Achieve your dreams, young soul, and don't worry, I have an appropriate backstory for you."

He then began to close his hand upon which I sat, and the pages enveloped me as I felt everything fall into the darkness, but I was not afraid.

(New York City - NYC Health + Hospital - 1996)

(Giovanni Zatara POV)

There were very few times when I truly felt useless, and as I looked into the red light of the operating room, I had never felt so afraid. Sindella has been in there for hours now, and while I was tempted to use a scrying spell to see how everything was going, I did not.

A small smile entered my face, thinking of the reason why: that being my wife did not want to be exposed in such a manner. So now I just sit on a bench outside the room, praying to any angels and God himself that He protect my wife.

I've had my hands clasped ever since she went into labor, and if I hadn't had them clasped physically, I have had them clasped mentally.

When I had gotten married to my beloved, children were honestly barely on our minds. Yet not even a year after our marriage, we were already having children. Imagine my surprise that a couple of months after our marriage, my wife would show me a pregnancy test. And while we had been trying to have children, I never expected it to happen so soon.

Immediately after the crying and the hugs, I immediately checked on the status of the children. Yet what surprised me the most was that instead of one, there were two. The wisps of souls were barely there, but there were definitely two.

We didn't decide to have the children's genders revealed, as we had wanted to keep it a surprise. But now, in the smallest corners of my mind, I am wondering when this is going to end. Yet a larger part of me smacks those thoughts down to the deepest recesses of my mind.

Images of holding both of my children send immense joy across every part of my soul. But then comes the nervousness of having to deal with not one, but two children at the same time. I almost start chuckling, thinking about how my wife is going to handle both of them. But knowing her, she will be fine.

We will do fine.

Yet my will is tested as I'm tempted to just bolt into the room and attempt to use my magic to aid in the process. But again, I was afraid, as magic rarely came without a cost.

I didn't want to risk any repercussions. So as I gripped my hands together so tightly that I almost believed that I had started bleeding, I tried to focus on the possible future. I can imagine my children learning magic and other stage tricks from me, them going to school, learning to talk, or walking.

I couldn't think of a better blessing. But then came the ideas for names, yet the only one we had managed to agree on was that if one of them was a girl, we would name her Zatanna. But we weren't able to agree on what we would name a boy.

And as the hours passed by, the prayers never really stopped. Some of them included forgiveness for any sins I had committed; others asked for protection for the children. I didn't ask for protection for myself because I was a grown man. But what stood foremost in my mind was asking for the health of my wife.

So after minutes that felt like hours, the red light dimmed, and soon enough one of the nurses came out from the room. As I fearfully looked up, expecting a grimace or bad news, all I saw was relief on the young woman's face. After she wiped her brow from the slight amount of sweat that had formed, she looked at me, and with one of the happiest smiles on her face, she beckoned me inside.

As I walked inside, the white room just seemed to focus on the few people that were inside. I saw my wife looking more tired than I had ever seen her, yet she had never seemed more radiant. I almost felt like I had fallen for her all over again.

The smile on her face just never seemed to fade as she held two wads of blankets in her arms. After noticing me, the tears in her eyes just never seemed to stop falling, but I could not feel any sadness in them—only pure jubilation.

"Giovanni… do you see them? …They're so beautiful." The words came out shakily and with more exertion than I would've liked. As I walked over to the left side of the bed, I saw on her left a boy and on her right a girl.

As I wiped the slight tear coming from my right eye, I looked downwards, and with a smile on my face, I picked up the girl. As I cradled her, I whispered in the quietest tone I could,

"I'm so happy to see you, Zatanna."

I slightly kissed the top of her forehead. I watched as my wife picked up the boy and looked down at him. As I held our daughter, again more silent than a ghost, I asked her,

"Sindella, my love… what shall we name him?"

My wife thought for about a moment, and as she looked outside and watched as the wind whistled, she looked back to the child.

"Gale… his name will be Gale. Yes, his name shall be Gale Giovanni Zatara."

Seeing her tired state, I looked to the doctor in the room. As I allowed him to put both of the children in their cradles, I embraced my wife as lightly as I could.

"They are so beautiful, my wife…"

She chuckled, a sound that resounded in my ears as something more angelic than I had ever known.

"Of course they are beautiful. I was very involved, you know."

Even in an entirely exhausted state, my wife and her propensity for jokes… I shook my head in amusement as I took her hand in my hands. As I pulled up the nearby chair, I watched as my wife fell into a deep rest.

The doctor, after placing the children into the nearby cradles, then walked over to me.

In a hushed tone, he said in a satisfied voice, "You truly are a lucky man, Mr. Zatara. Your wife has delivered those children safely, and from what I've seen so far, they look incredibly healthy."

I swallowed lightly, trying to keep the happiness from overtaking the necessity for silence.

I shook his hand, and I almost embraced the man. "You have done me a great service. Do not worry—you shall be paid accordingly."

The doctor nodded. However, he seemed almost a bit disappointed, and while I seemed confused, he soon answered,

"While I do appreciate it, I was just doing my job. However, if you are willing to pay, my daughter has been longing to see one of your shows for a long time now, if you know what I mean…"

While this would seem a bit rude, I was too happy to care. As I stared at my children, I grabbed my top hat that I had taken with me, and from it out came three tickets. The man seemed almost flabbergasted that the tickets just appeared from nowhere, and I may have slightly reveled in the moment.

He then shook my hand a bit more tightly, and with a small amount of thanks, he began to take down the necessary information.

After moving my chair in between my wife and my children, alternating my view between the two, I felt like a truly blessed man.

However, in a slight moment of weakness, I did a small check on the children myself. Nothing major—just a general information-gathering spell.

In a whispered tone, the spell came,

"Laitnetop rieht em ot laeveR." (Reveal to me their potential.)

As my eyes slightly shifted color, my heart almost stopped. While my daughter glowed with potential, my son showed nothing. My breathing began to race as I thought that the child may have passed. Even normal civilians have the slightest amount of magic.

Yet, as I repeated the spell again and again, even slightly walking over to the child and checking to see if he was still alive, I found nothing. As my mind raced, thinking of why this occurred, all I could think was the fact that they were twins. Twins have been shown to be auspicious, and to think that maybe my daughter had taken her brother's potential made my heart feel as if it was being stabbed by 1,000 knives.

The most disgusting thing was that, for the smallest of milliseconds, I almost felt disappointed that my son showed no potential… No, that doesn't matter. Even if my son cannot use magic, he is alive. That is all that matters.

So I set this information from my mind for the moment, as my wife and my children required attention now. But I couldn't refuse the small thought in the back of my mind.

(Third Person POV)

Unknown to even one of the strongest sorcerers in the world, above the boy sat a grimoire of immense size floating in circles around the children. Yet as they slept as innocently and soundly as newborns do, the book then opened, and its pages began to fill with letters and then words.

[Celestial Grimoire Activated]

[+1,000 CP as a gift from the Creator]

[+100 CP Achievement: Safely Born]

[Rolling Necessary Perks]

Unwholesomely Good-Looking: (-100 CP)

You're so damn pretty that it just isn't fair. Physically, you're absolutely stunning, on a level where nothing human can compete and only the shaped bodies of faeries and demons come close. But your grace runs much deeper than that—it's in your movements, your expressions, even your spirit, putting a lie to the old yarn that beauty is only skin deep. You're basically living art—the face that could launch a thousand ships, the body that could… sorry, got a bit distracted there. Long story short, expect a lot of jealousy, and one hell of a lot of admirers.

[1,000 CP Remaining]

Fate: A Strange New World/Child of the Stars: (-300 CP)

It is only unnatural that you are who you are. An outsider to any world you go to. Apparently, some other beings in this world can sympathize. You've found yourself beloved by the eldritch beings that hail from outside reality. If you want to meet them, that is—the gribbly things in the cracks of space-time and the monstrous gods that do not exist yet continue to act.

This is to the point that lesser such beings and creatures of the mythos often act as loyal and quite cuddly pets to you, while the senior ones, such as the Old Ones or other higher beings, usually dote on you as older siblings or parents might, protecting you when they notice you in danger or leaving little helping gifts in your path. Those you specifically anger, while difficult to do so, will ignore this mostly, and they, unless you befriend them more, usually do not make extreme efforts for you without reason. Of course, while this affection can bring great boons, it can also bring great danger. The minds of these beings are often strange, even in regards to the weak creatures, much less the ancient and unknowable outer beings, so their gifts may seem more like threats or danger, though rarely would it be without a silver lining.

[700 CP Remaining]

Constantine/Beloved of God: (-300 CP)

Humans are, for some reason, the most beloved children of God. You can commit just about any sin and still find redemption just by repenting, just by regretting what you do. Angels were asked to bow to you and hold you higher than God himself.

And no human carries this gift more than you. You find that gods, spirits, and similar beings always like you beyond all rhyme and reason, and always favor you above all others. They may even shower you with gifts and abilities, and forgive any sin you commit if you just apologize.

In the future too, you're favored by nearly all immortals, spirits, and similar beings you encounter, so much so that unless you do something deliberately, none of them ever starts with a negative opinion of you, and they tend to go out of their way to exempt you from rules and grant you powers and abilities that others would have to undergo all sorts of trials for.

[400 CP Remaining]

MTG: Kamigawa/Legendary: (-200 CP)

A quality of some figures in this world which denies all imitations. Just like those figures of myth and battlefield legend, you have a uniqueness that stops others from creating clones or copies of your form and powers without your direct allowance and intervention. Unless it's willing, don't expect successful mimics to ever get your form or powers correct.

[200 CP Remaining]

RWBY: Shielded Soul/The Games We Play: (-400 CP)

Yours is, as a matter of fact. Souls, and their manipulation and mutilation, is a huge thing in this reality, and it's a really good thing to be protected. Which you are! Not only are you immune to any and all kinds of attacks on your mind or soul, you also have an ability, and a very strong one, to follow such attacks back to their sources and even redirect them if you know what you're doing.

And that's just in the beginning. With time, you can learn to extend this protection to other things innate to you, such as your Aura, even its external manifestations, and other equivalent powers or abilities you acquire in the future. Once you reach a certain level of skill with this power, all of those become inviolable as well, utterly beyond the petty manipulations of your enemies.

[Roll Failed… Perk Saved By The Creator's Will Until Points Meet The Required Price]

And as the book and its pages began to turn, it emanated a light that began to envelop the boy. Yet unknown to Giovanni Zatara, as the energy coalesced into the child, the magician wondered what he should do next…

(OK boys and girls Merry Christmas we got a new snippet here and if any of you guys are confused, the celestial grimoire is essentially similar to the celestial forge in which for every 500 words 100 choice points are added to the main characters bank and every time he gains points, he can roll for perks or items or he can simply refuse to roll and simply bank the points for later in addition to the fact that if he makes any significant achievements, additional appoints shall be rewarded based upon the accomplishment.)