Before there was shape, before there was word, there was Time — endless, measureless, flowing in all directions at once.
And with Time came Night, the first great veil, stretching wide and silent over the nothing that was everything.

From Time and Night came the Endless.

First was Destiny, who walked his garden in blind certainty, carrying the book that holds all things, even the book itself.
Then came Death, patient and kind, who greets all that live and guides all that end.

In the moment between life and loss, Dream opened his eyes.
He built palaces of thought and kingdoms of vision where mortals and gods wander in slumber.

But Dream did not wake alone.

From the same breath, the same thread of Night’s shadow and Time’s inevitability, his twin emerged.

Dark.
Where Dream spun color and light, Dark gathered stillness and shadow.
Not absence, but the keeper of what light leaves behind.
The two were bound in a balance older than stars, though Dream chose the realms of men while Dark lingered in the halls between moments.

After them came Destruction, with his strong hands and booming laugh, building even as he broke.
Then Desire, as bright and sharp as a blade’s edge, and Despair, who was her reflection in a cracked mirror.
Last was Delight, whose laughter painted the air in colors never before imagined, unbroken and unafraid.

They are the Endless.
Older than gods, older than worlds, older than the story of “before.”
And this is the tale of the one who has waited the longest in the dark.

( I don't own any of the characters other than Dark, the rest belong to DC and the cover is The Void from marvel, this is AU so some things are changed like personalities of some of the endless )

Before the first star burned, before the first dream was dreamt, there was Time… and there was Night.From them came the Endless.


Before there was shape, before there was sound, there was Time.


It had no beginning.It had no end.It simply was — the silent measure by which all things would someday be counted.


And where Time stretched, Night followed.Not the dimness of an unlit room, but the first and oldest vastness. It was patient. It was unbroken. It was the nothing into which all somethings would one day return.


First was Destiny, with his book already in hand. The book had always been there, though he had not. Its pages turned themselves whether he read them or not.


Then came Death, as constant as Time, as inevitable as Night. She was the first to greet all that lived and the last to see them go.


In the thin space between living and leaving, Dream awoke.He built bright palaces of thought, shaping light and story into worlds mortals could wander.


From the same breath of Time's inevitability and Night's endless shadow, another arose.


Where Dream spun visions, Dark was the place they fell away.Where Dream created, Dark remained untouched.He was not the keeper of shadows.He was the void itself — absence given form, the silence so deep it erased even memory of sound.


The two were bound, equal yet opposite.Dream sought meaning; Dark was the end of all meaning.


After them came Destruction, who built as easily as he broke.Then Desire, sharp and bright, and Despair, her reflection in a broken mirror.Last was Delight, whose laughter scattered colors into the air like seeds in a field no one had yet walked.


They are the Endless.Older than gods.Older than stars.Older than the thought of "before."


And this… this is the story of the one who waited the longest in the dark.


Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The One Who Waited