In the vast tapestry of the Marble Multiverse, where cosmic laws bend and reality dances on the edge of imagination, William—a devoted Marvel fan from Earth—was chosen by the One Above All. Reincarnated into a realm beyond comprehension, he was gifted a living, breathing dimension. Not just a pocket reality, but a boundless domain that could evolve like a universe, expanding infinitely with his will and wisdom.
The One Above All whispered:
"Your dimension shall be your canvas. Your power, eternal. Let the echoes of your passion shape creation."
William embraced his new identity: Dimensional Lord of Life, Mirror, and White Magic. His realm pulsed with radiant energy—untouched by time, immune to decay, and resistant to destruction. It was a sanctuary of purity and reflection, where truth reigned and healing flowed like rivers of light.
He forged artifacts of immense power:
ArtifactPower📖 Book of TruthWritten in mirror magic, reveals absolute truths and cosmic secrets🪞 Mirror of ReflectionShows variants of any being across multiverses and timelines💧 Water of LifeHeals wounds, restores limbs, purifies curses, and resurrects the dead🔗 Lasso of TruthBorrowed from DC lore, compels honesty and reveals hidden motives🚪 Gate of the Multiverse (Mirror Door)Allows travel to any realm—heaven, hell, dark dimensions, higher planes💍 Ring of White MagicChannels pure magic effortlessly, amplifying spells and intentions
The Multiversal Council Reacts
The creation of William's dimension sent ripples through the multiverse. Cosmic entities gathered to witness and judge:
The Five Creation Gods: Intrigued by the birth of a dimension immune to entropy.
The Living Tribunal: Neutral, yet watchful—ready to intervene if balance falters.
The Watchers: Fascinated by a realm where time and reality hold no sway.
Kang the Conqueror (Council of Kangs): Obsessed with its resistance to temporal manipulation.
Doctor Doom: Schemed conquest, but was bound by William's decree—no destruction allowed.
Lady Death & Oblivion: Denied entry, their powers nullified by the realm's rejection of death and void.
The Ancient One & Vishanti: Proposed an alliance, recognizing the potential of white magic and mirror sorcery.
William agreed to share his power with Earth's sorcerers—on one condition:
He must be allowed to travel freely to Earth, promising never to bring harm.
The dimension pulsed with serene energy—its skies woven from threads of mirrorlight, its rivers flowing with the Water of Life, and its core anchored by the Book of Truth. It was a realm unlike any other: immune to entropy, untouched by death, and impervious to chaos. It was William's creation, and it was alive.
But peace, in the multiverse, is a beacon. And beacons attract shadows.
From the far reaches of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu, the eternal flame of destruction, stirred. His essence, a swirling vortex of chaos and hunger, had consumed countless worlds. He had bent sorcerers to his will, shattered timelines, and corrupted realms. But this new-born dimension—this anomaly of purity—defied him.
Dormammu's voice echoed across the void:
"A realm without death? Without chaos? It is unnatural. It must burn."
He surged forward, a tidal wave of dark fire, seeking to engulf the dimension. But as he approached, the very fabric of William's realm responded. The Mirror Door, which allowed passage to all realms, shimmered and sealed itself. The Laws of the Dimension, written into its core by William's will, activated:
No entity of pure destruction may enter.
No force of death may take root.
Chaos shall be reflected, not absorbed.
Dormammu's flames collided with the barrier—and recoiled. His power, immense and ancient, was rejected. Not by force, but by nature. His essence began to unravel at the edges, distorted by mirror magic. He roared in fury, his voice shaking the astral winds.
"You dare deny me? I am Dormammu! I am the end!"
But the dimension did not answer. It simply remained.
The Watcher in Crimson
Far below, in the shadows between dimensions, Mephisto watched. He did not rage. He did not strike. He smiled.
William's realm intrigued him—not because it was immune to death, but because it was naïve. A realm built by a mortal soul, gifted power beyond comprehension. Mephisto knew that corruption did not always come through fire. Sometimes, it came through whispers.
He appeared at the edge of the Mirror Door—not to enter, but to observe. His form was elegant, his eyes glowing with infernal cunning. He spoke softly, knowing William would hear:
"You've built something beautiful, William. But beauty is fragile. Let me help you protect it."
William, seated within the Sanctum of Reflection, sensed Mephisto's presence. He did not rise. He did not summon his artifacts. He simply opened the Book of Truth.
The pages turned themselves, revealing a prophecy:
"The Crimson Watcher shall offer peace, but speak in riddles. His gift shall be poison wrapped in silk."
William closed the book and replied:
"I know who you are, Mephisto. And I know what you want."
Mephisto chuckled.
"I want nothing. I offer everything. A pact, perhaps? A whisper of power? A glimpse into the minds of your enemies?"
William stood, his white magic swirling around him like a storm of feathers and light.
"You cannot enter. You cannot deceive. Leave, or be reflected."
Mephisto bowed mockingly.
"Very well. But remember, William—every mirror has a crack. And every soul has a shadow."
He vanished.
The Council of Sorcery
The failed invasion of Dormammu and the appearance of Mephisto did not go unnoticed. The Ancient One, guardian of Earth's mystical balance, arrived at the Mirror Door with the Vishanti—Agamotto, Oshtur, and Hoggoth. They came not to challenge, but to ally.
"William," the Ancient One said, "your realm is a sanctuary. But sanctuaries must be defended."
William nodded.
"I will share my power. The spells of mirror and white magic shall be taught. But I ask for freedom—to walk Earth, to learn, to grow."
Agamotto, the Eye of Truth, gazed into William's soul.
"You are pure. But purity must be tempered. We accept your terms."
Thus began the Alliance of Light, a pact between William and Earth's sorcerers. The Book of Truth opened its pages to the Ancient One. The Water of Life was gifted to the Vishanti. And the Mirror Door was attuned to the Sanctum Sanctorum.
The Forbidden Spell
As William's power grew, so did his curiosity. He began crafting a new spell—one that could reflect not just variants, but intentions. A spell that could reveal the future paths of any soul.