Lower Realm of Diana and Rachel - Hall of Justice - Four days after the announcement of the Tournament of Power
Click... Click...
Camera clicks echoed across the grassy area before the Hall of Justice. Justice League members—absent Green Arrow, Black Canary, Wonder Woman, Batman, and Cheetah—assembled on stage as Superman strode toward the podium with measured steps.
Superman addressed the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen of the press, thank you for your patience during these unprecedented times. We understand your concerns—it's not every day that a message reaches every corner of our globe," he said with a slight smile.
A reporter jumped up. "Superman, do you find this amusing? We've already seen these Higher Realm beings' terrifying power. Now there's a tournament announcement out of nowhere. How can you joke at a time like this?"
Murmurs of agreement spread through the crowd.
Superman raised his hand calmingly. "I assure you, there's nothing amusing about our situation." His expression turned solemn. "Citizens of Earth, I share your concerns—many League members do. Our world has been invited to the Tournament of Power. Yes, this announcement was unexpected, but I stand here to tell you this represents an opportunity for our realm to demonstrate its worth among all lower realms."
He paused momentarily. "This tournament, hosted by the Higher Realms, isn't targeting just our Earth. It welcomes all beings willing to compete and represent their world within our Lower Realm."
Lois Lane stood, notepad ready. "Superman, you mentioned 'our Earth.' Are you confirming the multiverse theory? Will beings from other universes compete alongside us?"
Nearby, Vicki Vale clicked her tongue, frustrated at missing her chance, though she'd caught the same important detail as Lois.
Superman offered a slight smile. "Yes, Miss Lane. If I may continue, I'll explain what happens next."
Lois nodded professionally and sat down, her expression neutral.
"Regarding Miss Lane's observation—yes," Superman continued. "Following Orach's arrival and subsequent events, particularly the Central City incidents with Zoom and his interdimensional criminals, scientists have accelerated multiverse research. Today, I officially confirm that alternate universes and realities exist, separated by dimensional barriers."
He straightened as he delivered the next part. "In this tournament, only our strongest versions will participate. We're not just representing our world or universe—in the Higher Realms, we'll represent our entire Lower Realm, our complete multiverse. To prepare and identify our strongest champions, we're arranging a preliminary tournament to familiarize ourselves with the Higher Realm Tournament of Power and determine which versions of champions will represent us."
Vicki Vale quickly rose, beating Lois to the next question. "Has the Justice League found a way to travel between universes? Will you journey through the multiverse?"
"Yes and no, Miss Vale," Superman replied directly.
"Could you elaborate?" she pressed, leaning forward.
Superman chose his words carefully. "While we have working theories, and some of us—especially the Flash—have visited other universes, we lack reliable multiversal travel methods. However, Orach, as a veteran of the previous Tournament of Power and," his mouth barely twitched, "as an ally of the League, will facilitate the preliminary tournament. He'll create a separate dimensional space where champions from throughout our Lower Realm can compete in categories mirroring the Tournament of Power."
Lois Lane stood again. "Superman, since Orach is a veteran and a friend to the League, will he participate in the tournament? If not, why?"
The press area fell silent. Even Vicki Vale, who had previously interviewed Orach and would approach him if necessary—though cautiously—narrowed her eyes at her rival's boldness. Everyone knew Orach's reputation for lethal responses to perceived insults. In a DOD conference room, General Lane watched the broadcast, simultaneously proud of his daughter's courage and alarmed by her audacity, while General Swanwick massaged his temples.
Superman remained composed. "No, Miss Lane, he won't participate, for two reasons. First, as one of the seven Young Heavenly Emperors, he is, essentially, one of the prizes—top contenders can challenge these Emperors. Second, and more importantly, this is our Lower Realm—our multiverse, universe, world, and home. We should represent it ourselves."
His voice grew passionate. "Whether we succeed or fail, the outcome will truly be ours. This is our chance to show the wider creation our values, determination, courage, and unity. Though Orach has made a home here and started a family with Wonder Woman, he doesn't consider this world his own. Even if he represented us, any victory would be hollow."
Applause erupted, Superman's patriotic sentiment resonating deeply and visibly easing tension.
Vicki Vale rose again. "What exactly are the stakes? What happens if we win—or lose?"
Superman exchanged a quick glance with his colleagues before facing the cameras. "Enrichment. Strong performance will enrich our Lower Realm, particularly our universe and world. As you've seen, since Orach's arrival, his power has accelerated our planet's ecological recovery. Each time he releases energy, it enriches our world and improves life on Earth."
His eyes gleamed with conviction. "Now imagine not just one Higher Realm being, but the entire Higher Realms providing enrichment on a vastly larger scale. Yes, there are risks—I won't deny that—but the potential benefits far outweigh them. Higher Realm energy is extraordinary; it can heal, enrich our lives and bodies, extend our lifespans, and even advance our evolution, making us stronger and more enlightened. A brighter future awaits. This has been one of the League's primary objectives, which is why we'll fight regardless of odds."
Someone called from the back, "When and where will this preliminary tournament happen? Will reporters broadcast it? The audience would be enormous!"
Shouts of agreement rose from the crowd.
"The preliminary tournament will begin three years from now," Superman answered, raising his hand. "As for location, as I mentioned earlier, Orach has prepared a special dimensional space that will safely accommodate participants from across the multiverse without disrupting our world. Only selected champions and observers will be permitted to enter. Regarding broadcasting, we'll consult with Orach and provide updates at a later date."
Cyborg stood to add, "We're also working with governments worldwide on a fair selection process for Earth's representatives. While the Justice League will participate, we want all extraordinary individuals to have an opportunity to prove themselves. Heroes come in many forms. We welcome everyone to join the preliminary rounds to experience and exchange knowledge with counterparts from across the multiverse. Most importantly, barring rule violations, all participants will return home safely afterward."
A stern-faced woman reporter raised her hand. "What about threats to our world while our strongest defenders are participating?"
Superman's expression turned serious. "An excellent question. We're developing a rotation system to ensure Earth remains protected. Not all League members will compete in the main tournament, and we're coordinating with international defense agencies to maintain comprehensive surveillance and rapid response capabilities throughout."
An elderly reporter stood. "That's well and good, but honestly, what is the League trying to achieve? To be blunt, what are your chances? These Higher Realm beings are more godlike than even you, Superman! Why risk participation when our chances seem slim and potential losses could be devastating?"
Superman straightened, having anticipated this question—the one they all had been dreading.
"That's entirely fair," he began, his voice calm yet weighted with responsibility. "The Justice League has never backed down from a challenge simply because the odds seemed insurmountable. Throughout our history, we've faced threats that, logically, should have been beyond our capabilities."
He paused, meeting the crowd's eyes with unwavering conviction.
"What we've learned repeatedly is that our strength isn't merely in our individual powers, but in our unity, adaptability, and unwavering spirit. Yes, the Higher Realm beings possess godlike abilities—we've all seen that through Orach's demonstrations or during the recent invasion when mage Adirosas and his dragon wife Aurelia revealed their power against Darkseid. But this tournament isn't solely about raw power—it's about strategy, teamwork, and heart."
Aquaman leaned toward his microphone. "In Atlantis, we have an ancient saying: 'Even the smallest current can change the course of the mightiest ocean.' We may not match the Higher Realms in pure power, but we bring unique qualities—qualities they might not anticipate."
"Furthermore," Cyborg added, "we've been informed that Lower Realm beings will primarily compete against other Lower Realm beings rather than facing Higher Realm beings directly. Orach will train us using simulations of previous tournament participants to help us understand potential opponents and improve our performance. There are patterns and strategies that have proven effective even against seemingly superior adversaries. We're entering this prepared."
The Flash nodded. "Plus, this preliminary tournament lets us unite with the best versions of ourselves from across the multiverse. Imagine multiple Supermen, Batmen, Wonder Women—all collaborating, each bringing unique experiences and abilities."
Superman gestured appreciatively to his colleagues. "Regarding risk... yes, risks exist. But since the Higher Realms extended this invitation, we believe engaging respectfully and honorably represents our best path forward."
"To answer your question directly," he concluded resolutely, "we don't view our chances as 'slim.' Different? Undoubtedly. Challenging? Without question. Will they demand we grow beyond our present limitations? Absolutely. But that's precisely what we promised ourselves—and you—we would do. The Justice League exists not just for battles we can easily win, but especially for moments that test our very limits. That is our pledge, to rise and meet whatever challenges come, no matter how daunting."
A murmur swept through the crowd—mixing lingering apprehension with grudging admiration for the League's determination.
"One final question," Superman announced, indicating a young reporter who had been waiting patiently.
The press conference continued for another hour as the League answered questions and addressed concerns. When they finally returned to their private conference room, Flash collapsed into a chair with a dramatic sigh.
"Well, that went as well as it could have," Barry muttered, rubbing his temples.
"For what it's worth, I'd say it went great," Victor replied, disconnecting from the exploding social media feed.
"Great job, everyone," Hal approached with drinks, offering them to his seated colleagues. "Here, you've earned these."
"Thanks, Hal," Barry drained his glass in one gulp. "I needed that." He turned, studying his friend curiously. "I still can't get used to seeing you as support staff. Have you, Laira, and John decided about Orach's offer?"
Hal sighed, nodding slowly. "After a long—and I mean long—discussion, we've agreed to accept. The support staff position has been great—stable, peaceful, comfortable. And believe me, Laira and I have thoroughly—and I mean thoroughly, if you catch my drift—enjoyed ourselves as she explores Earth. But at our core, we're soldiers." His expression grew serious. "We all feel something... missing. So, while none of us love the idea of wearing yellow Lantern rings, it still means being a Lantern, and that is who we are. So we accepted."
"Show-off," Barry muttered with a smirk.
"That's rich coming from you," Hal countered. "Cisco says the public displays of affections between you and Caitlin since you finally made it official—which everyone saw coming a mile away—have become unbearable."
Barry chuckled, blushing slightly. "It's not that bad. We're just... happy."
"And I am happy for you, man. You deserve a win," Hal smiled.
Clark cleared his throat. "Gentlemen," he said, his warm smile fading to seriousness. "We need to focus. We've just concealed the truth about the island facility—particularly the multiversal bridge—from the public. This was necessary, but we can't risk curious investigators finding it. We need effective measures to secure the perimeter."
Barry leaned forward. "We also need to secure facilities like STAR Labs in Central City. The metahuman containment pipeline must remain secure until we develop proper treatments. I can't be away long given the potential risks."
Clark sighed. "I still have reservations about your private detention facility, Barry." He straightened. "But you're right. Before departing for either tournament, we should develop security protocols. Let's prepare proposals for next week's full League meeting."
The others nodded and began discussing options.
LexCorp - Underground Facility
In his reinforced underground laboratory, Lex Luthor observed the Justice League press conference with calculated interest, a predatory smile forming on his lips. His modified exosuit protested as he effortlessly pushed against pressure settings now 300 times beyond normal human limits.
Since his return, Lex had followed a methodical regimen. After spending that first night with Mercy drafting comprehensive business strategies, he made his public comeback the very next day—striding into the boardroom with newfound confidence despite his still-developing control over his enhanced abilities.
The shareholders' meeting unfolded precisely as he anticipated. During his absence, opportunists had circled LexCorp—particularly after the mysterious $100 million loss. All whispers questioning his leadership vanished the moment he entered. His commanding presence forced shareholders to straighten in their seats, hastily concealing their scheming expressions behind masks of feigned loyalty.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Lex addressed them with a warm smile, "thank you for your continued loyalty during my research sabbatical." He strategically acknowledged their inability to compete in the medical sector before unveiling his vision—not merely to recover losses but to systematically outmaneuver Wayne Enterprises across multiple industries, with special emphasis on military contracts. The skeptical shareholders visibly succumbed to his strategic brilliance.
"Moving forward," he concluded, "I'll resume my private research initiatives while Ms. Graves continues overseeing daily operations." Once alone with Mercy, his warm facade dissolved instantly, revealing his true cold calculating nature.
"Were you successful with the evidence?" he inquired.
"Everything," Mercy confirmed with quiet satisfaction. "Every shareholder who reduced their holdings during your absence fell perfectly into our trap. As instructed, I've systematically acquired every available share on the market."
"Excellent," Lex replied. "Soon we'll eliminate these opportunists completely. No one else deserves to participate in LexCorp's imminent rise to power."
Following his return, Lex dedicated himself entirely to mastering his enhanced abilities. With characteristic thoroughness, he developed a scientific training protocol, installing precision sensors throughout his laboratory's training facility.
His daily regimen began with strength and durability assessments. During these exercises, his exosuit functioned in autonomous sentry mode, applying progressively greater resistance as Lex pushed against its reinforced limbs. The pressure settings—originally calibrated for normal human limitations—required constant recalibration to match his rapidly increasing strength, which now surpassed Superman's recorded capabilities from previous confrontations.
For agility development, Lex initially misjudged his control, attempting sophisticated maneuvers through complex obstacle courses. These early efforts resulted in humiliating failures as he struggled to harness his newfound speed. After analyzing these setbacks, he refined his approach—mastering basic acceleration before methodically introducing greater complexity as his control improved.
The third component involved sensory control meditation. His underground facility's isolation provided ideal conditions for these sessions, enabling him to filter extraneous stimuli and focus on specific sounds. This discipline proved essential—without it, the constant influx of sensory information would overwhelm even his enhanced cognitive abilities.
Lex documented each training session, tracking every measurable improvement throughout the four-day period. This systematic methodology allowed him to refine his techniques and master his abilities with increasing efficiency.
"Predictable," Lex muttered, stepping away from the exosuit and dismissing the exercise with a contemptuous wave as he scanned social media reactions on nearby monitors. He gestured for Mercy to approach. "The sheep are either mindlessly celebrating or cowering in fear."
Mercy approached with a towel and water bottle. Her gaze lingered briefly on his exposed torso—the transformation had sculpted his physique to perfection.
"Which reaction would you prefer?" she asked with subtle amusement. "How would the great Lex Luthor respond if he were among the public?"
Lex turned toward her, his eyes momentarily flashing crimson. "Neither. I prefer preparation." After accepting the towel and wiping his face and chest, he indicated multiple screens displaying schematics for advanced weapons and armor systems. "While the Justice League fixates on their tournament spectacle, we'll be constructing something far more significant."
"The military contracts you proposed to the board?" Mercy inquired, arching an eyebrow.
"Merely the beginning, my dear." Lex moved to a secure terminal. "Wayne and his monstrous associate committed a critical strategic error by abandoning the military sector. Their moral reservations"—he pronounced the words with undisguised contempt—"have created an unprecedented opportunity worth billions."
Mercy nodded, immediately understanding the implications. "The Pentagon expressed particular disappointment when Wayne Tech restricted access to their advanced medical technologies."
"Precisely," Lex affirmed, displaying holographic schematics for an exoskeleton. "We'll concede the civilian medical market to Wayne, but our military-grade armor systems render medical technology largely unnecessary. This is merely the police variant." He traced the design's contours with evident pride. "The military version will incorporate knowledge from my multiversal travels and my Kryptonite armor—without actual Kryptonite, naturally. Though I suspect Waller and her superiors will still demand Kryptonite variants. I could accommodate them, within reason."
He paused to examine another monitor. "How are our guests acclimating?"
Mercy entered a command, revealing surveillance footage of cryogenic chambers arranged in precise rows within a specialized laboratory section. "The initial specimen shipment arrived yesterday. I'm currently securing the remaining subjects."
Lex acknowledged this with satisfaction. "And our arrangement with Waller?"
Mercy switched to another security feed showing Edwin Alva and his research team being escorted into one of nine underground facilities connected via LexCorp's proprietary hyperloop network. The team—creators of the notorious Big Bang Gas—appeared disoriented but physically unharmed.
"Waller executed everything quite efficiently," Mercy confirmed. "Her operatives implemented the plan flawlessly. She manipulated grieving parents whose children perished in the explosion to target Alva's team. The 'accidents' were impeccably orchestrated—leaving no evidence or unanswered questions."
She continued clinically, displaying no ethical concerns, "The bodies were recovered intact and administered the compound that simulates death by reducing vital signs below detectable thresholds. Waller's agents, posing as emergency responders, transported them directly from the incident locations."
"Delivery timeline?" Lex inquired, studying the footage intently.
"They're arriving one by one for security purposes. The entire team should be here by tonight," Mercy replied.
A knowing smile played across her lips as she regarded him. "I imagine they'll prove highly motivated to satisfy their new employer. Your... persuasive capabilities are truly extraordinary. The sooner they're properly incentivized, the sooner they can recreate the metahuman formula, and the sooner you can perfect your temporary enhancement serum."
Lex reviewed plans across multiple displays. "This tournament provides the perfect distraction. With the Justice League consumed by training and qualification rounds, their capacity to interfere with our operations will be significantly diminished."
His expression darkened suddenly. "Any reaction from that monster?"
"None," Mercy replied, leaning against his chair. "Our intelligence indicates he's been at Wayne Tech, apparently developing new projects. With this tournament announcement... whatever he's creating may face delays."
Lex's jaw visibly tightened. "That's precisely what concerns me. He's too unpredictable, his work too heavily secured. We can't even approach his team." He turned to face her. "Intensify surveillance on Wayne Tech. I want immediate updates regarding any unusual activity."
"Of course," Mercy acknowledged, then hesitated momentarily. "What about Superman?"
A cold smile spread across Lex's features. "I anticipate Clark Kent will soon follow Lois Lane to the Middle East, playing the dedicated war correspondent." His laughter contained no warmth.
"You're planning to supply advanced weaponry to that regional warlord?" Mercy deduced immediately.
"You understand me so well, my queen." His smile widened with genuine appreciation. "Let's use their predictability against them. Superman always tries to save everyone while respecting international boundaries... so, watching him struggle in a region where he's explicitly forbidden, will be quite entertaining."
Mercy studied him perceptively. "You almost sound as though you admire him."
"I understand him," Lex corrected firmly. "Understanding one's adversary differs completely from admiration. Besides," he flexed his hand, feeling power course through him, "we're at least physical equals now. The crucial difference is that I won't restrict myself with his self-imposed moral constraints."
He met her gaze directly. "Arrange a meeting with the Secretary of Defense next week. It's time LexCorp reclaimed its rightful position as America's premier defense contractor."
"Consider it done," Mercy replied, leaning in for a kiss before activating her new local transporter to create a portal directly to his office.
Two days before - Early Evening - LA - LUX Penthouse
"For the last time, Maze, no," Lucifer said with exasperation as he set his empty glass down and reached for the crystal decanter of scotch.
"She's trouble, Lucifer." Mazikeen leaned against the bar, arms crossed. "With everything happening right now, bringing her into this is just asking for chaos. And not the fun kind."
"Believe me, Maze," Lucifer sighed, pouring amber liquid into his glass. He turned to meet her gaze, his eyes momentarily blazing with anger. "After my father, she's the being I despise most. But for now," he raised his glass in a mock toast, "she's exactly where she needs to be."
The conversation halted abruptly as space itself rippled in the center of the penthouse, causing both of them to tense.
Orach stepped through the ripple into the penthouse. Behind him, beyond the panoramic windows, Los Angeles sprawled beneath them, city lights shimmering like stars.
Lucifer's eyebrow arched in surprise as he lowered his drink. Beside him, Maze pushed off the bar, her fingers instinctively finding her concealed blade.
"Well now," Lucifer said smoothly, setting his glass down on the bar. His expression shifted from mild annoyance to interest. "This is rather unexpected." He gestured toward the bar. "To what do we owe the pleasure? Another existential crisis requiring our attention? Or perhaps you've come to sample my finest scotch?" His lips curved into a knowing smile. "Though I hear you prefer bourbon."
"Not today. Perhaps another day," Orach replied evenly. "I apologize for dropping in unannounced, but there's a matter we need to discuss—"
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, interrupting him. An elegant woman stepped into the penthouse, accompanied by Amenadiel, Lucifer's brother. Her expression was determined as she began, "Lucifer, we need to talk—"
She stopped abruptly, her words fading as she sensed Orach's presence.
"I really seem to be quite popular today," Lucifer said, exchanging a meaningful glance with Maze before turning to his mother. "Perfect timing, Mother... as always," he remarked dryly, draining his scotch in a single gulp. He felt a headache coming on, caught between two formidable entities.
The Goddess examined Orach with curiosity, her eyes narrowing as she assessed his aura. "You have a guest?" She tilted her head slightly as recognition dawned on her. "So you're the one causing such a stir across the realms lately." Her expression returned to neutral. "Well, I am—"
"Allow me to handle introductions," Lucifer interjected smoothly, moving to refill his glass with steady hands. "Orach, meet the Goddess of All Creation for this lower realm—my father's ex-wife. Mother, meet Orach, a Higher Realm being who outranks both you and Dad in the cosmic hierarchy."
The Goddess circled Orach, her eyes appraising his form with interest that quickly gave way to barely concealed disdain. "How... interesting," she said, stopping directly before him and meeting his gaze. "Why would someone of your station bother with these lesser beings? I understand you're not merely observing but actively enriching their world—giving them knowledge to innovate, inspiring them to create technology to help them rise, even providing your occasional protection. What do you see in these creatures?"
"Mother," Lucifer warned, massaging his temple. "Perhaps antagonizing someone who could destroy all of creation isn't the wisest move." He met her gaze as his eyes darkened. "I may wish to punish you myself, but I have no desire to see you completely erased from existence."
Orach remained still as he addressed her, meeting her gaze directly. "Out of respect for Lucifer, I'll overlook your tone this once. But for your own benefit—" His voice remained calm as he carefully channeled his God Ki. He momentarily closed his eyes, and when they reopened, they revealed his primordial nature—one eye crimson, the other swirling with an impossible mixture of light and absolute darkness that carried a dangerous chill. His voice remained measured as he spoke, "I suggest you learn your place. Your title holds no significance before me."
The temperature plummeted as an otherworldly pressure descended upon the penthouse. Though everyone felt its weight, the force concentrated specifically on the Goddess, bringing her to her knees as the marble floor cracked beneath her.
"The Void..." she whispered, genuine terror replacing arrogance as she recognized the ancient void within him, making her very being shiver. "You're the Void incarnate."
Lucifer's composure faltered hearing that term again, his curiosity piqued. 'What is this Void Realm?'
Beside him, Amenadiel and Mazikeen tensed, instinctively summoning their powers despite knowing the futility of resistance against such a being.
"I've come to discuss the Tournament," Orach stated, his voice calm. "This concerns all beings of this lower realm—champions, angels, demons, and gods both ancient and emerging. I'm not here to fight. So, consider your next actions carefully."
Recovering his composure, Lucifer nodded addressing Orach. "Let's talk business, then."
Orach nodded at Lucifer's words. Closing his eyes momentarily, he released the pressure that had filled the room. When he opened them again a moment later, his eyes had returned to normal.
Lucifer gestured for Orach to take a seat after exchanging a look with Amenadiel, who gave a silent nod before moving to help their still-trembling mother to the bedroom as she continued muttering about the Void. Once seated, Lucifer listened intently as Orach outlined his plan over the next hour. Orach explained his intention to gather champions and their variants for a preliminary tournament within an empty pocket universe under his supervision. This competition would identify the most suitable representatives for the Lower Realm in the approaching Tournament of Power, while giving participants valuable firsthand experience of what awaited them.
"So essentially, we're talking about cosmic tryouts," Lucifer summarized, thoughtfully swirling the scotch in his glass as he leaned back.
"In simple terms, yes," Orach said with a slight nod. "But understand that what's at stake here goes far beyond anything you can imagine."
Lucifer sipped his scotch, then met Orach's gaze. "If I may suggest something—for maximum participation, we'll need to offer something compelling. An incentive that even the most reluctant couldn't refuse. And let's not forget your grudge against Perpetua. If you truly want all entities to enter, you may have to put aside that grudge."
"An incentive?" Orach considered this as he leaned back on the sofa. After a moment of thought, he nodded. "Very well. I can agree to offer a gift to those who perform exceptionally well—something within my power to bestow that doesn't violate my principles. As for my grudge, all I can promise is that I won't act unless provoked during the preliminaries."
"Now we're talking." Lucifer's eyes flashed red for a brief moment as a smile spread across his face. "You've got yourself a deal, Orach."
"And what becomes of those who fail to meet expectations?" Amenadiel asked as he rejoined them, arms crossed over his chest, suspicion in his voice.
"They return home, having grown from the experience," Orach replied evenly. "This preliminary event is merely preparation for the main Tournament." His gaze turned cold. "The actual tournament, however..." He left the implication hanging in the air.
The two brothers exchanged a meaningful glance before Lucifer nodded and moved to conclude their discussion.
Once their meeting ended, Orach departed through another spatial ripple.
"Luci, you've had many unusual acquaintances in the past, but this..." Amenadiel trailed off.
"Amenadiel, for once in your life, loosen up, mate," replied Lucifer, finishing his drink. "Trust me. I'll handle this. Now, you should get going and inform those dullards to participate."
With a subtle nod, Amenadiel unfurled his magnificent wings. "I'll inform the Silver City," he stated before disappearing in a rush of wind.
Lucifer turned to Mazikeen, his playful demeanor replaced by seriousness. "You know what this means, Maze."
"Are you certain about this?" she asked, genuine concern in her voice. "The last time you returned to Hell, you nearly didn't make it back."
"It's hardly my favorite destination in all of creation," he admitted wryly. "I made the mistake of entering one of those blasted doors last time. I'll be more careful this time." His smile returned as his eyes shone crimson. "Besides, this might be a perfect opportunity to deal with some pests."
Mazikeen studied him intently before nodding. "I'll manage things here."
"Excellent. See you soon, Maze." With that, Lucifer vanished. Being intrinsically connected to his domain, he needed only to will himself there, instantly transported to the realm he had always despised yet could never truly escape.
Mazikeen's jaw tightened as she surveyed the now-empty penthouse before departing silently to execute her own preparations.
Meanwhile, upon returning to Diana's apartment, Orach found her waiting by the balcony, her silhouette outlined against the city lights. She turned, sensing his arrival, and greeted him with a warm smile. "Welcome back."
"It's done," he said simply, the spatial ripple closing behind him. "The arrangements are underway. All throughout this lower realm will be informed." He walked towards her, embracing her from behind and resting his head on her shoulder.
"Good," Diana nodded, gently caressing his face. "I'll inform the others. We should be able to finalize the announcement now."
"You can do that after a minute," Orach murmured as he held her in his arms. Diana didn't resist, simply enjoying this quiet moment together. Later in the evening, she reached for her League communicator and initiated a conference call, while Orach entered Azarath to work on designing training routines for all League members and the Titans, and to review his team's progress on the new projects he had outlined before his mission to Oa.
Present Day - Morning - Wayne Tech
The day after his discussion with Lucifer Morningstar, Orach distributed personalized training regimens to all Justice League members and the Titans. In the coming days, he planned to construct a more advanced simulation arena within the Hall of Justice. A tool designed to challenge League and Titan members against opponents far beyond Earth's standard. This would allow them to refine their techniques against truly formidable adversaries without the risk of death.
Meanwhile, Orach had resumed his work at Wayne Tech, providing guidance to his research team on three ambitious projects he'd established before his departure to Oa. Prior to that mission, he had methodically outlined project goals, milestones, and specific action items for each team member.
The first initiative focused on developing advanced filtration technology to purify Earth's contaminated air and water systems; the second aimed at creating terraforming technology to revitalize Earth's barren regions before potentially expanding to other worlds; and the third involved designing spacecraft capable of true interstellar travel.
Among these challenges, the terraforming project presented the most significant hurdles, followed closely by the interstellar spacecraft initiative. Despite technological limitations and unproven theoretical concepts, his team had made remarkable progress during his absence—both during his mission to Oa and his recent family vacation—with minimal supervision from him. They had diligently followed his detailed notes and equations, tackling complex problems with impressive ingenuity. Their most notable achievements were in filtration technology and spacecraft propulsion systems.
Since returning from vacation, Orach had thoroughly reviewed their work and was impressed to find they had independently solved problems he'd intentionally left as challenges. Today, he stood among his team examining holographic projections of humanity's first viable faster-than-light engine model, which displayed both its operational mechanics and its innovative power source.
As his team explained the model's design principles and theoretical framework, Orach suddenly froze. His eyes shifted from their normal appearance to their primordial form as he sensed a disturbance. Team members instinctively retreated, their bodies responding with primal fear at the sight of those otherworldly eyes.
For several minutes, Orach remained perfectly still, his consciousness clearly elsewhere witnessing events unfold in another Lower Realm. The team exchanged nervous glances but dared not interrupt. When his awareness finally returned, his eyes gradually shifted back to normal, and he surveyed the unsettled scientists and engineers.
"I apologize for the interruption," Orach said calmly, deciding against revealing what had just occurred. "A matter has arisen requiring my attention. Regarding your work—the theory is sound and the design is feasible." He turned to address his team lead, Victor Freeze, directly. "Victor, prepare formal proposals for both the filtration technology and spacecraft projects. Forward them to me and copy Bruce Wayne by the end of day. The sooner we begin prototype construction, the better."
The team visibly relaxed, their excitement returning after receiving validation from their Higher Realm supervisor. With a confident nod, Orach left them to their work, trusting in their capabilities. He willed a spatial ripple and stepped through, instantly materializing aboard the Void Sentinel.
Stepping through the spatial ripple, Orach arrived on the main command deck and settled into the captain's chair, his expression thoughtful and distant. The ship's AI, Crescent, materialized beside him in a shimmer of light.
"Young Master, you appear troubled," observed Crescent, his voice carrying genuine concern.
"Because I am troubled, Crescent," Orach replied, settling deeper into his chair. He issued a quiet command, "No one is to disturb me unless it's an emergency." His eyes closed as he spoke.
"Understood, Young Master," Crescent acknowledged with a respectful nod before vanishing to resume monitoring Earth below.
When Orach closed his eyes, he deliberately revisited the memories that had synchronized with him during the meeting—experiences from his soul shard in Wanda's universe. Just before his consciousness had shifted, he'd felt the shard fully activate, transmitting a rush of vivid impressions.
Through his soul shard's perspective, Orach relived Wanda Maximoff's journey—her transformation, the devastation Ultron brought to her Earth, her profound losses, and her suffering. He watched again as celestial forces from that reality intervened as the conflict neared its end. He saw once more her worried expression—fear and concern for his soul shard as the celestial entity captured it and began removing it from Earth. He observed how his soul shard responded exactly as he would have, attacking the celestial entity, injuring it enough to drive it away without destroying it. Afterward, drawing upon his understanding of Primordial Laws, the shard mended the inadvertent damage it had caused while sending a powerful message throughout that Lower Realm. But what truly astonished him came next—as the shard returned to Earth and reconnected with Wanda, Orach felt her heartbeat merge with his rhythm, her soul intertwining with his essence, her inner realm opening to his perception, and her power synchronizing perfectly with his energy.
What truly unsettled him was how Wanda had accessed a portion of his inner world—far sooner than anticipated. More concerning was how the Primordial Laws of Space and Time had responded to her, revealing visions he himself had deliberately avoided perceiving despite his strong connection to these laws. Seeing potential futures carried profound risks, especially for Higher Realm beings like him, which was precisely why he had intervened, pulling her from that space.
Orach sighed deeply as he processed these experiences again. He had planted that soul shard in Wanda's reality specifically to monitor, assess, and protect her. Now, their connection raised complex questions in his mind.
Of the three women prophesied to cross his path, Wanda was simultaneously the most vulnerable and potentially the most devastating if not properly guided. Diana, his first love and destined first empress, possessed a warrior's strength that complemented his own. His supposed second empress, Kara, while spirited and full of potential, remained essentially a teenager despite her real age—making a genuine connection between them difficult to envision, at least for now.
But Wanda... After witnessing her journey, potential, and character through his soul shard, he was beginning to understand how she might eventually touch his heart. Yet if asked about loving anyone beyond Diana, he would hesitate—perhaps even refuse outright. These prophesied connections had a long road ahead to convince him to open his heart, which currently belonged solely to Diana and their daughter Rachel.
Opening his eyes, Orach gazed at Earth through the viewport. He pulled up a live feed showing Rachel in the library with Barbara and her friends. They were helping Kara with history while chemistry books lay nearby—subjects Kara found particularly tedious since enrolling at Metropolis University under the identity of Kara Kent, arranged through Bruce's connections. Together, the group prepared for their respective upcoming exams, collaborating to overcome any challenging material.
Meanwhile, Diana was immersed in her work at the museum. Both women in his life had recently adopted more measured roles, focusing on their cultivation and personal training while maintaining a comfortable rhythm of daily life. They had chosen to leave most threats for others to handle unless their intervention was truly necessary.
Seeing them thriving in their routines brought a smile to Orach's face. He set aside his conflicted thoughts and refocused on the tasks demanding his attention.
"Crescent," he commanded, rising from his chair, "I'll be in the workshop. Unless it's a genuine emergency, ensure I remain undisturbed."
"Understood, Young Master," acknowledged Crescent, his voice resonating throughout the command deck.
With a fluid gesture, Orach opened a spatial ripple and stepped through, materializing instantly within the advanced workshop of the Void Sentinel.
Mother Empress connected with the workshop's systems and manifested as a shimmering column of light. Her projection matched his height, her expression curious as she met his gaze. "What are you up to, Young Master?"
Orach approached the main console and began manipulating the holographic interfaces. "Earth's technology is still too primitive," he said, pulling up the Wayne Tech schematics. "For faster-than-light travel, hyperspace is their only viable path forward. My team's done impressive work with the engine design, I'll give them that."
He pulled up a detailed molecular structure and expanded it with a gesture. "But they'll soon hit a wall. The only material they've found that can withstand the stresses of FTL travel is Nth metal from those Thanagarian ships that crashed in the Gobi Desert. While Wayne Tech salvaged a good amount, it's still a finite resource."
Manipulating the hologram, he continued, "Their reserves will eventually deplete if used for widespread spacecraft manufacturing. And their quantum computers, advanced as they are by Earth standards, can't match what we have on board to run necessary simulations. So here's my plan—while they build their prototype with the materials they have, we'll develop either an Earth-sourced alternative to Nth metal or synthesize an alloy with identical properties."
"Young Master..." Mother Empress's expression grew troubled. "Are you certain this is the path you wish to take? This intervention significantly exceeds the boundaries you've established for guiding Earth's technological development. And regarding their chosen power source—while logically sound among your presented theories, I worry you haven't fully considered the potential risks. These humans have consistently shown both remarkable innovation and troubling recklessness with advanced technologies."
Orach paused, turning to meet her gaze with a serious expression. "I would prefer they develop this technology independently, with minimal intervention on my part. However, recent developments have forced me to reconsider my approach." He then gestured toward the power source schematics. "As for that—we've witnessed countless civilizations successfully implement this technology. We shouldn't let our past experiences cloud our judgment. It's genuinely what suits the project's current needs. With that said," his eyes turned cold as he met hers, "regarding its potential misuse, we can implement safeguards that will remain effective even after we leave this lower realm."
His expression softened slightly. "So, my Mother Empress, I'm not abandoning my principles—merely bending them slightly. They're still doing the fundamental work. I'm simply accelerating their progress where necessary by a small margin."
Mother Empress studied him for a moment before her features relaxed into a knowing smile. "As you wish, Young Master. Let's begin."
Orach nodded, focusing on the task. "First, let's analyze the quantum structure of Nth metal at the subatomic level. I believe we'll find the key to its unique properties in how it interacts with spatial dimensions."
"Understood, young master." acknowledged Mother Empress.