Leaked Files No. 1

## Aftermath- Indianapolis, Indiana, USA, Earth-218 [08/08/2017 A.D.]

The streets are quiet. After the Rapture Event, nothing's been the same. A lone teen walks towards a ruined building, of what looks to be a high school. He wanders past the shattered double doors of the entrance labeled "Door 1" and into the crumbling architecture. He walks past a few bodies, twisted in ways that didn't seem possible. The Vapor left nothing breathing except a chosen few, and he was one of them. He found his way into the classroom he was last in, with kabuki masks dangling on a single string, carp socks torn, and faded kanji still on the barely-intact wall.

He rummages through the piles of desks and finds two things he was looking for: a now tattered plush ram and a vivid green beret. He puts on the beret in the way he always does; the baggiest part covering over his one, now forest green eye. He then hears a voice, a voice very familiar and soothing, "You went all the way back here for a hat?" He turns around and sees the other survivor, and a close friend. "This hat is special to me," he replies while still adjusting his hat to the right angle. "And I found a friend." He then tosses the ram to her and she quickly stops it mid-air with the single raise of her finger. "Were you always that fast on reflexes?"

"You're telling me you've never noticed?"

"Hm, guess not....Hey, have we ever thought about using our new stuff since it happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Used our new...traits."

"We used them for what we needed to do. Why would we use them again?"

"Just an afterthought. Don't mind me. Why are you here by the way?"

"I was worried about you."

"I'm fine on my own."

"That's never been true for you. You're not the lone wolf type. Never have been."

She paused, and closed her eyes starting with, "Listen, I have to tell you something." The next words she knew would set him off, but it had to be said. For his safety, and hers. She took a deep breath before finally saying, "They want to register us. A new military group has taken control too. They call themselves the Syndicate. They helped support the bill. They said it was something about revenge for what happened between us and the Valkyrie."

He was taken aback by the information he just received, "Excuse me?!" he uttered in a shaky voice as his body slowly began to emanate electricity and fire. His eyes burned with anger as he let the terrible news sink in. He started to angrily speak up again, "So that's the thanks we get? After saving the planet, they're just gonna tag us like damn cows in a slaughterhouse?!"

The thought sunk into his mind ever more. All of his friends that died during the fight against the Valkyrie and the people and governments they saved were all thrown under the rug. He wasn't expecting a thanks or even a reward, but he didn't expect the world to punish them for doing what they could to save them.

He gave a frustrated yell as a beam of light and inferno shot up through the ceiling and into the sky. The ceiling gave in and began to fall directly on the enraged teen. The girl then lunged to him and before they were about to be crushed by the two tons of rubble and rebar, she enveloped the two in a shield like an umbrella during a rainstorm. The girl waited until everything settled and slowly dissipated the force field.

"You need to be more careful!" She scolded him while brushing off the last of the dust from the debris. The boy looks at her with determined eyes and says while walking out of the room with her, "We're going to do something about this. But we need new names, new everything. We have to collect a few more people too. We had a bunch of our friends help but Mal is missing as far as we know and the others are also off the grid. Maybe one more for now is enough, and I think I have an idea where he is."

"But what names? Why would we even have to change them?"

"For our safety. Whatever families we still have would be in danger. Let's do it based on our powers. From what I remember, you heal, and you protect. Let's call you Priestess."

"I guess that fits, but what about you?"

"I'll use my childhood nickname."

"What would that be?"

"Creed."

## The Bill- Indianapolis, Indiana, USA, Earth-218 [08/22/2017 A.D.]

A few weeks have passed, the Syndicate has gradually begun to show their presence more openly, with previously damaged buildings now repaired into Syndicate offices and bases. The billboards have been fitted with the logo of the organization with the words "For Your Humanity" next to the logo and a picture of their General. He has black messy hair with ghostly pale skin. He smiles a toothy grin with a few sharpened incisors melded in with his other near perfect teeth. Hovercraft fly low over the streets with large LED headlights sweeping the sidewalks.

Creed and the other survivor, referred to as Priestess, lounge in what is now their home; an old barracks from the U.S. Army. Still intact and functioning and untouched by the Syndicate, they hideout and let the days slip by. "They know what happened in Fort Wayne," Priestess comments. "I'm pretty sure everyone knows what happened at Fort Wayne, as well as every battle we were involved in," Creed replies as he looks at the symbol that depicts a star of green black and blue on the back of his left hand. "But that doesn't mean we should be registered."

"You're right about that," a voice echoes out. Creed looks around confused for a minute, then quickly processes and recognizes the voice. "Alright, come on out," Creed says as he raises his hand and a bright vibrant light emanates from his palm. Soon after this, a man with fair skin appears in front of them. He is tall, burly, and stands a few inches over Creed. "What will they do to us after?" he asks, looking a bit worried.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. That bill can't be passed by Congress."

"We'll be criminals if they do."

"They aren't putting my life on a piece of paper ready to be erased."

"Then what should we do?"

"We fight. Fight like we did before."

"You have to remember, they hate us because we aren't human, that's why they're scared of us. We're different, and they don't like different."

"Stop saying that, we're still humans. Just because we have added...abilities, doesn't change us, does it?"

Priestess chimes in, "It doesn't, but in the government's eyes, it does."

Creed scowls, "Well, fuck the government."

He scoffs and walks off. "Where are you going?" the man shouts after him.

"I need to talk to someone, someone who can help us." Creed replies over his shoulder then mutters to himself, "Or better yet help me."

He begins to move faster and the man quickly speeds up to him immediately, walking beside him. "Then we are coming with you," he strictly says. Creed looks at the man for a while and suddenly says "Blink." The man looks confused and Creed continues, "You can disappear and come back in the blink of an eye. You're also extremely fast. So I'll call you Blink. It's better for your anonymity too." Creed heads to a local and standing Cathedral. "Need to pray?" the newly named Blink asks. "No," Creed replies. "But I need to talk to someone I've been meaning to talk to for a long time." He then opens the large wooden door that protects the decorative sanctuary inside.

## The Confession- Indianapolis, IN, USA, Earth-218 [08/22/2017 A.D.]

Creed walks in quietly to the seemingly untouched chapel full of life and classical hymns that he recognizes from when he was much younger. At the podium, was a pastor, singing along with the choir dressed in pure white robes as if they came from heaven themselves. The three sit down in the back pews and listen. "They sound beautiful," Priestess says smiling and closing her eyes. "What do we do after this?"

"I'll figure that out after. Maybe I'll find a hint here."

The choir slowly fade as they sing softer and softer, ending their congregation, and walking off the stage and through the doors following everyone else. The pastor sighs, then notices the three still sitting there. "Well, haven't seen you bunch 'round here," he says. His voice sounds southern, but still a hint of the Midwest. "How may I help ya'll?"

"I need to...confess." Creed says slowly.

"No problem! Follow me, son." He waves over to the confession booth and sits in one of the rooms. Creed follows after sitting in the adjacent room. "Go ahead, son," he convinces.

"Well, I've done a lot of wrong."

"Tell me about them. There's no need to be afraid in the house of the Lord"

"Well, I've...killed, stolen, many other unspeakable things."

"I see, and why did you have the motivation to kill?"

"It was to protect my friends. All of us are...different."

"Different how?"

Creed then raises his left arm, with the symbol on it and shows him the light that glows from his palm, then snaps his fingers to create a flame, like a lighter igniting, and casts an electric wall around the flame, all three being very bright and vivid. He moves the flame around his arm and through his body gracefully and flowed like water.  The pastor looks on, amazed by what he is seeing in front of his eyes. "Can they out there do the same thing?"

"Each one of us has different traits."

"Yours is...different. I feel something from you. Are you a believer of God?"

"I'm not entirely sure. I haven't really been a believer since I was young."

"Maybe you and your bunch is His plan"

"Or maybe we're His mistake."

"I highly doubt that. Who knows, maybe He even chose you specifically."

Creed scoffs silently to himself. He then realizes he just revealed that he was a modified human to someone else and looks at the Pastor with concern and asks, "You won't tell them will you?"

"Of course not, whatever is said in here, stays in here. Otherwise, it would be a violation of the sanctum of the Lord." The pastor smiles, and walks out of the secluded room. Creed follows after. "Best be careful around here," he warns. "They're making rounds to the locals. Some have gotten caught and have had terrible things done to them. Ruthless beings, almost couldn't call them human. You know, maybe someone with an eager soul could do something about it." He looks at Creed and gives a wink.

"Thank you, pastor. I might look into it."

"You might be His plan, make sure you work through it."

Creed smiles and adjusts his beret, then walks out of the chapel, with Priestess and Blink following after. "Okay, I found out what to do," he blurts out. "What is it?" Priestess asks. "What did he tell you?"

"The Syndicate is getting way too comfortable. They're hurting people just because they can. They're acting like they're the police and can do whatever they want. They show up one day and think they run things. I'm not gonna let that slide. You guys with me?"

"Of course," Blink says with his face brightening up and having a smug look on his face, "I've been waiting to kick some more ass."

"Priestess?"

Priestess pauses a bit, then grabs Creed's hand. "I'll protect you both," she gently says.

"Then let's not waste any more time." The three then get intel from nearby passersby and head to the nearest Syndicate base, and Creed's old home.

## Contact- Indianapolis, Indiana, USA, Earth-218 [08/23/2017 A.D.]

The local Syndicate barracks is now at where Creed's former house once stood. The barracks are large, with a spire piercing fifty stories into the sky. The trio hide behind a stack of supply crates with a symbol representing The Syndicate. "Okay...the entrance is heavily guarded, see all those soldiers?" whispers Priestess. "What we could do is-" as she's saying this, a beam of light strikes the entrance and bends the metal doors like paper in the wind. Both Blink and Priestess turn to Creed, now with an innocent smile on his face. "Or we could do that..." she sighs. Blink laughs, "Impatient as ever."

"Hey! I hate stealth." Creed says, making an excuse for what he just did. He then fires another shot. This time a large bolt and incapacitates the soldiers investigating the blast. "Let's try not to kill too many, we need information," he warns then walks in through the front door. Priestess sighs, and quickly follows after, with Blink already at the entrance. The alarm blares as soon as they come close, forgetting about the CCTVs set up on the light poles and base gates. "They didn't set it off when I just blew the hell out of the door? Weirdos." After he says that, Syndicate soldiers seemingly come out of nowhere and surround the three, laser sights pointed at them. "Put your hands up. This is a restricted area," one of the soldiers say.

"Mind if I take out the first few?" Blink requests as he has already disappeared, knocking out ten soldiers faster than sound. They start to fire and hit Blink in the cheek. He staggers a bit then rights himself. The bullet squeezes out of his cheek and onto the floor. The wound quickly heals itself, as almost if he had never been shot. "They're freaks! Shoot to kill!" one soldier, seemingly the captain of the group, shouts and discharges directly at Creed. Ten of the bullets sink into his arm. He cries in pain, but in an instant he stops, as Priestess quickly uses her staff to create a healing wave around Creed. "Okay, take out the small ones, keep the captain awake," he says, still panting from the pain of the bullet wounds that were there. He then holds his hands out and creates a shockwave of electricity taking out most of the grunts. Blink finishes off the rest and grabs the captain and brings him to Creed.

"I'm gonna keep it brief. Where's your General and don't lie to me." Creed interrogates.

"I won't tell you shit," the Captain says, showing no fear to any of them.

"You should probably start talking soon, I've been dying to light someone up." Creed snaps and like a pocket lighter, comes a large white ball of flame and inches it closer to the captain's helmet, revealing the ruthless and scarred face inside. The captain hesitates for a few seconds then says, "We are The Syndicate. Our mission is to eliminate the diseased. They are the scum of our planet and the reason why this whole world is in ruins in the first place."

"That's not what I asked. I asked where your fucking boss is."

"You won't get it out of me. All you freaks do is create fear." The captain responded the spitting in Creed's direction as a sign of disrespect then looks at the symbol on his left hand. "The labs would love a look at that."

"Oh I'm sure they would, fuck-face."

"If I had better soldiers I woulda took you to Havelock himself."

"Oooooh? Havelock? Now that's a name. Anything else?"

The soldier realizes his mistake and looks away. Creed sighs and burns his arm with the special cells on his palm. The captain yells in pain and cries out, "He's a freak! He's located downtown where the monument used to be!"

"See, it wasn't that hard. That's all I wanted."

"Fuck you and your kind. You all deserve to die."

"Okay now he's just talking in circles."

Creed puts his hand on the captain's helmet and melts the plastic to the grunt's flesh. He grabs at the helmet, struggling to take it off, but to no avail. Eventually, he stops struggling and his arms dangle at his sides. Blink puts down the now suffocated soldier. "What's the plan now?" Blink asks.

"We go downtown after finding out the schematics of the headquarters, and find this General; we 'talk', and we drive The Syndicate out of our town. The bill will lose their biggest supporters."

"Guess we head back home and see what we can do then."

"Sweet. Havelock will have no clue what hit him."

## [REDACTED]- Indianapolis, Indiana, USA, Earth-218 [08/25/2017 A.D.]

General Havelock puts down the tablet holding all the altered human files. He then looks out the glass window high in the sky in Downtown. The door opens, and a soldier comes in. "Sir," the soldier starts. "Sector Base 209 has been destroyed." The General turns around to the soldier, his face is darkened and wrinkled with a stern look to it. "How was it destroyed?" Havelock asks.

"Report says a large beam of light burned through the doors."

"Must be that kid with the green beret then." The General ponders and looks at his tablet again, examining the Database. "Gives me a better reason to get that bill signed so we can finally kill these freaks."

"They killed my commanding officer, sir."

"Captain Lovelace?"

"Yes sir."

"I'm sorry, Corporal. We'll avenge your officer. I'm sure you two were close."

"If there's a way, could you capture him and bring him to me?"

"Why is that Corporal?"

"I want to kill him myself. I want to see the life leave his eyes."

"I like that fire, if we do find him, I'll see if we can arrange something for that. A man only gets one chance for revenge after all."

"Thank you sir-"

Before the cadet could finish his sentence, there was a large rumble and all the lights in the building turn off, then after a few seconds, they turn on again. "Guess you might get that chance sooner than expected, cadet." Another loud *boom* erupts, this time from a large lightning bolt that hits the windows and blows them all out. Havelock is pushed back by the force of the lightning strike and after the storm calms, there is Creed, with his two other teammates, Blink and Priestess standing above him. "Hey Havelock," Creed says. "Let's talk."

## The Negotiation- Indianapolis, Indiana, USA, Earth-218 [08/25/2017 A.D.]

"Ah, I know you." Havelock says still on the ground and shocked by how the teenager has begun to learn his power. "I was wondering when you were going to show your face."

"General! My name is Creed. Nice to meet you! Well, I guess not very nice. Especially since you rolled into town and thought you were the governor or something. Bullying everybody."

"We do what we have to do. Your people have destroyed the world."

"We helped STOP the world from being destroyed by some crazies! Why punish the entire race for one group?"

The general stays silent at the question, then answers, "We're just doing what we think is right, for him."

"Who's him? What are you on about?"

"The only one that's important. His word is absolute. But he's not ready to show yet. We're helping him be reborn."

"What? Oh great, another crazy leader."

"Not crazy, Enlightened. And I know you're the enemy. You're in the way of the plan. We know who you are, and we'll finally kill you all, should've added you to the list like your mother."

Creed then suddenly grabs Havelock by his collar and growls, "You fucking slug. Don't you dare ever mention my mother. How are you going to call us monsters after the shit you've been doing? I'm trying to keep the world from falling apart. For us AND humanity."

"You all should be eradicated to save the world truly. *For* Humanity, and for our god." Creed then feels a sharp pain in his abdomen and backs up. He feels as if he's been impaled by a stake, but when he looks down, he sees a hole the size of a golf ball on the side of his stomach with a darkened hue. He looks up at Havelock and sees a dark aura coming from his hand, and collapses as he watches Havelock give an evil grin.

"Creed!" Both Priestess and Blink shout. Blink rushes and grabs Havelock and throws him into the ground, making a chain reaction of floors breaking as they descend down the tower floor into the first floor. Priestess runs over to Creed. "Creed stay with me! I'll heal you!" Priestess fumbles her hands then feels Creed's hand grab hers. She looks down, and sees Creed with his eyes open. He's breathing heavily and gives a weak chuckle, "I should've known better than to get too close."

"No! You have to stay alive!"

Then everything goes dark for Creed.

## The Meeting- The Gates, Heaven, CRDNCE-218 [08/25/2017 A.D.]

"Creed, wake up, boy." A voice calls out. "You ain't dead. Wake up." Creed does as the voice says and opens his eyes. He is somewhere else completely different from the Syndicate headquarters. It's extremely bright and beautiful. Almost divine. There is a large decorated gate in front of him. He looks around, extremely confused at the setting he is in. He hears the voice again, "Creed, over here." He turns around and sees the pastor from the Cathedral. "Seems like you're in a troublesome predicament."

"Preach?" Creed says confused. "Where are we?"

"Where else? You're at the Gates of Heaven son."

"But you said I'm not dead."

"You aren't. Well, it looks like you are, but you're not. Your spirit isn't anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you aren't human. You're more than that. Like I said when we had that confession before, you're a divine being. You're more special than you know."

"So what are you saying?" Creed then remembers he was impaled by Havelock. "Forget that. I have to get back there! My friends are in danger!"

"Patience now, son," The Pastor says. "You have to realize something first."

"Realize what?"

"Your gift. That gas activated your dormant powers."

"I still don't understand, preach."

"Well, I'll just give you a hint: You're a part of a bloodline that has been in the works for a long, long time made by God"

"Uh...bloodline?...Made by God? Being honest, I really don't know how to take all of this in."

"Well, take this son." he gives Creed a necklace with the same mark on his hand. Creed puts the decor around his neck. His mark on his left hand begins to glow with radiant light. His whole body begins to feel strange. He feels refreshed. He feels more powerful than before. "Woah," Creed exclaims. "What is this?" He looks up, and the pastor is gone. "Preach?" There is a blinding light and everything goes black again. He then opens his eyes and sees Priestess looking down at him, with tears on her face. He reaches for her. "Creed?!" She says relieved. "I thought you were dead! Wait...what's that around your neck?"

"It's a gift from the preach, I think..." Creed says calmly and stands up. He looks down and sees the hole has been completely healed up. He looks at Priestess and smiles, "Thank you. Now, let's finish the job."

## Angel Vs. Demon- Indianapolis, Indiana, USA, Earth-218 [08/25/2017 A.D.]

Creed's mark on his hand illuminates with his necklace and travels with Priestess in a bolt of lightning down to the lobby of the now destroyed building. He sees Blink in a fist fight with Havelock. Blink knocks the general to the floor and is ready to finish him off. Havelock sees the opening and blasts Blink with a concussive force and sends him flying into the wall. "Make sure Blink is alright," Creed tells Priestess. "I have to do this alone." He walks towards Havelock and stands 20 feet away from him. Havelock regains his balance. He is badly bruised, but he stands strong. "It's over Havelock. You might as well surrender. Your soldiers have either been killed or retreated. You're in a corner."

"Why surrender? I have control of the government and many more overseas. I have the powers to kill you. I can do what I want!" He gets into an offensive stance, ready to fight.

"Man, villains are so overdramatic." Creed shoots a blast of lightning from his hand. Havelock counters it with a dark red bolt himself. The collision makes a huge explosion in the center of the room. "You ain't the only one with a gift," he laughs. "This is going to be fun." He rushes Creed with a blade made out of dark power and corruption. "Let's see what this thing can do," Creed says as he touches his necklace. The necklace shines bright and from it comes a sword. It is decorated with gold, and diamonds with a Jade edge and a sapphire-colored hilt. Creed swings and breaks Havelock's blade that was about to impale his chest. "What?! That's not possible!" He shouts. "You couldn't do that before! What did you do?!"

"I think I met with God, and he told me to kick your ass." Creed transforms the sword into a large ax and swings at the general again. Havelock dodges but the wave of light that followed after the swing strikes him and reveals his horns on the sides of his head and multiple eyes on his cheek. "Eugh...that's the ugly ass face you've been hiding? How much concealer do you use every day for that?" Creed quips.

"It'll be the last thing you see." Havelock cackles as he fires a dark burning beam of fire at Creed. The blast hits Creed directly, creating a large cloud of smoke.

"Creed," Priestess shouts. "Not again!" She begins to go after him, but Blink stops her saying, "If you go to try and help him he'll kill you too. I'll distract him and- wait." She looks concerned and watches the smoke carefully. In the pitch black smoke there is a light, it pierces through the smoke and quickly clears. Creed is standing unharmed, or rather floating in the air, with three sets of heavenly white wings and is clad with steel-like armor. He is holding the jade blade again, except it shines even more vigorously than previously. Priestess and Blink look in awe. Havelock looks terrified. He screams maniacally and fires spheres of inferno at the now unrecognizable being. The shots hit Creed, but nothing happens. He simply increases the intensity of his light and burns at Havelock's skin. "Why?! How?!" Havelock shouts, and tears begin to form around his eyes. "I'm sorry Havelock, but you have to surrender. You've done harm to too many people. Too many lives have been lost because of you. Disband The Syndicate. Let our people and Humanity coexist."

"No. The Syndicate will complete their mission. Even long after I'm dead. I promise you that."

"So be it." Creed's wings spread and he flies at Mach speed to where Havelock is and cleaves the demon with his sword. An explosion of blood follows as Havelock's body is burned by the Holy Light from Creed's blade. The green-clad teen then reverts back to his regular attire. Creed collapses to the ground exhausted.  "Never again," he says as he catches his breath.  Priestess and Blink walk over to Creed. "What was that?" Blink asks.

"I don't know, but damn does it make me tired after." He laughs and gets up regaining his energy. "So what now?" Priestess is looking at the TV still intact in the corner of the lobby. "Um, well...we have a problem." All of them watch the TV and see Creed killing Havelock. Someone was recording the event. It made it to nationwide news. The headline reads, "Dangerous creature kills leader of the Syndicate. Registration Bill of North America imminent as Senators weigh in."

"Ah....shit," Creed exclaims. "What do we do now?" Priestess looks down and says, "We have to go somewhere else. We can't be here anymore. We're wanted by the whole continent."

"So we just up and leave?" Blink asks. "But this is our home."

"And I screwed it up for all of us. This is my fault," Creed says solemnly.

"But it isn't. They didn't see that the guy was bad news, but of course they won't see that....so what now?"

"I have a plan, a plan to keep all the of us safe; a sanctuary, but first, we need to take care of another Syndicate leader."

"What are you thinking?" Priestess ponders.

"Well, maybe we can make some sort of country, a country that can accept all refugees like us."

"Then who would be the leader for such a large number of us?"

Creed looks at both of them and says, "We'll lead. We can ensure safety to them. We have the power to, we'll make a governing body."

"Then it's settled," Blink confirms. "We build the sanctuary, find fugitives, and we save our new people. But of course, that seems like a dream now than a reality. Right now, we focus on surviving."

"Doesn't the Valkyrie still exist?" Priestess worries.

"As far as we know we got rid of them," Creed says. "There couldn't be more, unless there is. Then that'd be fucking annoying."

"Well then," Blink starts as he looks through his phone. "Who wants to chill out in Rio? There's one leader there apparently. Dunno the name though. Maybe we can find his name asking around."

Both Priestess and Creed raise their hands like children saying, "Oh! Me me me!"

## News Report- USA, Earth-218 [08/26/2017 A.D.]

*Breaking news, the Syndicate Headquarters was breached last night by three beings with superhuman powers. Suspects were identified to be by their aliases as Creed, Priestess, and Blink. The General of The Syndicate was attacked and killed by Creed who appeared to be in a transformed state. The Secretary of Defense announced the news this morning saying,*

"We are all aware of the events that had happened last night by the treacherous and malignant blights of beings. This is an act of terrorism. The Prime Minister of Canada, the President of the United Mexican States, and the President of the United States of America, has spoken and we will now enforce the Inhuman Registration Bill across all of North America. Never will a mistake like this happen again. Humanity must be saved."

*As of now the Registration Bill is in effect. All diseased beings will be documented and carefully watched by the United States government. This is Marie Magdalene, reporting for Malistair News*

## The Realms and Creed- Unknown [08/30/2017 A.D.]

As we know there is a multiverse. Much like a web, all of them are connected. As far as we know there are multiple realms within this universe: The Immortal Realm, the Voyd, the Earth Realm, the Damned Realm, and the Gone Realm.

The Immortal Realm

Holds Heaven and the Sanction. These worlds are full of beings that are seen as mythical to Humans and Inhumans. These include Valkyries, Angels, Lares, Aspects, and God himself. These beings are immortal in their realm as the name states. This Realm has yet to be fully traveled by Creed, but it is assumed he is now able to access the Realm freely/

The Voyd

The Voyd is an unexplored realm. There are many mysteries behind it. It was created by neither the Leviathan nor God. Beings that have entered the Voyd have not come out.

Earth Realm

The second most populated realm. This includes the entire expanding universe on its layer. Humans, and what they now call Elysians, and other extraterrestrial beings reside here. This realm can be explored by any of the other realms, including the Voyd. This Realm is what makes this universe different from most, as there are two Earths. The realm follows the Ka'Rellian Calendar.

The Damned Realm

The most populated realm. Beings that die are transferred to this realm for judgement. It is governed by Hades, the Aspect of The Damned, who left the Sanction to run it. People who have died with a good heart and good intentions or have had a neutral alignment in life are sent to the Underworld, where they are able to continue in their afterlife with whatever they so choose. However, people with evil intentions or alignment are sent to the Abyss. This is a world of turmoil and suffering and people who go in are given their own personal trials. If they overcome the trial, they can be candidates to move to the Underworld. If they fail the trial, they will be stuck in the Abyss for the rest of their afterlife.

The Gone Realm

This realm is the lowest in the layer. It was placed down the very bottom by God to spite the Leviathan, as this is his home realm. It consists of Hell, where his spawn of demonic creatures and creations dwell. They frequently climb their way towards the Earth Realm and the Abyss to try and bring humans and other beings into their world and transform them. The Den is the personal home world of The Leviathan. It is full of nothing but negative emotions and malice. Even trying to enter will choke you from the lack of oxygen. The Den is the most dangerous World in this universe and only the most evil beings along with the Leviathan live there without a care.

We have now suspected that Creed is the Guardian to the Gates of Heaven. Creed can generate powers from Heaven itself and use them in instances of lightning, fire, or light. He has also been known to transform into an Ascended form, taking on the transformation of The Seraph; a celestial or heavenly being and the highest rank of angelic hierarchy. As powerful as this form is, he can only use it for so long before fatigue and must rest after the transformation ends. Creed is very cool-headed, but when he's angry, he is merciless. I know from experience, as he is an old friend of mine. I will meet him again very soon.

Dr. Kam out.