Origin – The Eternal Eclipse
Before empires, before gods donned capes, the Earth was raw — jagged and wild. On a night when the sky split open, a meteor tore through the heavens and slammed into the land like a divine hammer. It pulsed with something ancient… something *wrong*.
Two men arrived.
One would be known as Vandal Savage.
The other, Wei Long, heir to a powerful tribal merchant family — a boy raised with no love for weakness. To him, the world was binary: the useful and the disposable. He intended to rule it all.
When his hand touched the meteor, the stars screamed. Dark matter coursed through his blood. His cells shattered and reformed. His soul split — one half clinging to his ambition, the other mutated into something inverted. He became a living contradiction: light devoured, matter reversed, humanity rewritten.
He stopped ageing at 29.
From that moment on, Wei Long ceased to exist.
The world would come to know him as Mr. Negative.
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Present Day – Apokolips Invasion
Boom tubes cracked the sky open. Parademons poured into Metropolis. Civilians ran. Buildings collapsed. The Justice League was stretched thin.
And in the heart of it all, he stepped from the shadows.
Gray-black skin shimmered like polished obsidian. Hair like white fire, glowing against the blood-red sky. A tailored white suit — spotless amid the ash — clung to his perfectly cut frame. Eyes glowing, pupil-less and cold.
He stood still. Silent.
"I hate noise," he said flatly, his voice a low rumble that resonated with the chaos around him.
Parademons shrieked and dove.
He raised one hand.
The air folded. Matter twisted. Reality reversed — and the first wave of attackers imploded, their atoms crushed into negative energy, vanishing into nothingness.
From the Watchtower, Batman stared at the screen.
> "Same energy signature as Vandal Savage," he growled. "But stronger."
Superman frowned. "He's not from this time."
On Themyscira, Diana's heart stuttered.
She saw him. Felt him.
And whispered, "Wei…"
Memories flooded her mind — the man who once stood beside her on a battlefield before Olympus rose. The man who taught her how to sharpen a spear — and later how to hide a heart. She remembered firelight and silence. His lips on hers, then gone without a word.
Now he stood again, unchanged by time.
Yet, as Parademons swarmed once more, he moved — a blur at twelve times the speed of sound, his fists like sonic blades, tearing through invaders. Tendrils of negative energy surged from his arms, disassembling enemies at the atomic level.
He was a weapon.
He was a god.
He was alone.
In the midst of the chaos, a flicker of memory tugged at him. Wei Long's laughter echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of the humanity he had lost. Was this who he was meant to be? The thought clawed at him, a whisper of doubt amidst the storm of destruction. He could feel Wei Long's essence fighting to break free, to reclaim the light that had been extinguished.
And when the dust cleared, only silence remained.
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He stared at the horizon.
Smoke. Fire. Shadows.
He could rebuild this city in days. Control its crime. Buy its loyalty. Own its heart.
But instead… he turned.
And for the first time in 40,000 years, he walked toward someone.
> Toward her.
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As he approached, the air thickened with tension. Diana's heart raced, a mix of hope and dread. She could see the struggle within him, the flickering shadows of Wei Long battling against the overwhelming darkness of Mr. Negative.
"Why are you here?" she asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil around them.
"I came to save this city," he replied, but his eyes betrayed him, flickering with uncertainty. "But I don't know if I can save myself."
Diana stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. "You're still in there, Wei. Fight for him. Fight for us."
In that moment, the chaos faded into the background, and the weight of their shared history hung heavy in the air. The battle raged on, but for Mr. Negative, the true fight had only just begun — a battle not just against the Parademons, but against the darkness within himself.
As the shadows loomed, he felt the warmth of her presence, a beacon of hope in a world consumed by chaos. And for the first time in eons, he dared to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, redemption was still within reach.