Invincible: The Emperor

*Universal Date: 42nd Millennium*

*3rd POV*

On distant worlds, countless screams rang throughout the planet as demons ripped the mortal creatures alongside their souls. Human and alien, it didn't matter for they were the playthings of the demons of war, trickery, rot, and pleasure. All in the service of gods that would laugh as their power grew and their enjoyment increased. 

Even then they fought amongst themselves, some just to survive and live to fight another day for even a scrape of food. Others want to gain favor with the laughing gods who play with them like toys. Each day is worse than the last as the physical and metaphysical worlds come ever closer together. A proverbial web of self-destruction as wars rage across the galaxy that will lead it to the end of the universe. 

Yes for even the mighty of all races in the universe, the Viltrumites fell to the influence of the Chaos Gods. For they too were under their influence whether they wanted to be or not, it did not matter, for even those strong of will would fall beneath the waves of chaos and death. In fact, they were some of their finest soldiers as they went from planet to planet causing destruction in their wake. 

All the while the strongest of these chaos god's minions reveled in their new form of entertainment. Each new organism provided a unique experience in itself, a new form of chaos of war, change, rot, and pleasure to be had. 

All this was beyond the might of the few who remained sane and were left to fight these great powers. Like meat being thrown into a grinder they died one by one, as their planets were destroyed and some even remade into the demon's image. 

*Universal Date: 1st Millenium*

Dwelling within a small cave were five shamans, each one dressed in animal hides each one holding a wooden staff with a different animal's skull on them. They were in a circle surrounding a clear pond of water, showing this destruction on a scale truly unseen by any in the universe and yet they saw. Of course, they freaked out at first seeing this dreaded future unsure of what to do. 

The first to speak was the oldest of the bunch, who had a gray beard and a withered body. His staff resembled a buffalo of some kind except with a third horn in the center of its head. 

"What must be done with this...information, what can be done?"

The next to speak was the youngest, a thin man with a pure black beard and the skull of a monstrous-looking horse skull atop his staff. 

"We must look back before all this to see what led to this?"

The others nodded in agreement all except for one, a middle-aged man who looked at the future to come longer than the rest. He had a long dark brown beard and stroked it while the others talked amongst themselves. Atop his staff were various bird skulls. 

"No...it would not matter the future is still unwritten, all we can do is help forge what is to come."

"We all know our end is near...we will not survive the coming days so let us do something with our gifts, our power."

The oldest looked at the man, with an inquisitive look on his face as he too stroked his beard. 

"What do you suggest we do then, we cannot give ourselves life eternal, nor would we be strong enough to fight this chaos."

In response, the middle-aged man touched the edge of the pond changing the future to the countless what-ifs. Then it finally landed on an image, an image of a man wearing golden armor and wielding a gigantic sword in hand. Beneath him were twenty sons each one different from one another, wielding a different power granted by this figure. 

That was all they could get before the pond changed once more into a different image of a reality that would never be. Eventually, the pond returned to normal and now no longer showed images of any future or possibility. Seeing this the elder nodded his head alongside a few of the others, only the youngest was confused by what was happening. 

"What does that golden man and his children have to do with preventing what is to come?"

The old man spoke up revealing what the five shamans needed to do, what their new duty was. 

"Individually we are powerful yes, but not strong enough to stand against creatures of this might."

"No, we must create this man, a man for our reality to lead us all down a brighter path."

Then the middle-aged man spoke up after coughing a bit. 

"Yes but to do so..."

"We would have to sacrifice our very souls to create such a being."

The rest of them looked solemnly at the pond, knowing that their choice here and now would help either change the future or keep it the same. The first to make their choice was the second youngest, a man with a short black beard and a bald head. He stabbed his staff, one of a wolf into the ground peering over the water.

"I know this is a hard choice to make but for the future of humanity at the very least we must do this."

"We must create this new immortal being."

One by one they shoved their staffs into the ground creating a small ritualistic circle, their psychic power flowing into it as they began chanting. This would be the first and last time such a language would be spoken in the world as they poured their all into the pond. 

Soon enough they fell to their knees as they poured their very souls now into the pond as a new being was being created. Even as they felt great in both body/soul they continued doing this knowing that their life led to this moment, to what needed to happen. 

Then their very bodies started turning to dust unable to exist now that everything they were, everything they had was gone. While they didn't smile or show any emotion, they were glad that once they were all gone would this new immortal be born. 

One by one they disappeared, first the oldest, then the second oldest, and eventually the middle-aged man fell as well. Before disappearing the second youngest...smiled at the youngest as his body turned to dust. Seeing this, the youngest shaman looked at the pond as their creation came into being, while the body was yet to be made in this world, he saw what would be.

It would be a 10ft tall man with long brown hair and a powerful build, truly he would help lead humanity down a brighter path. Once half of his boy became nothing but dust, the youngest shaman clenched his fist shouting a declaration.

"Hear this man whose soul has yet to find a proper vessel, this is everyone's chance at a brighter future but most of all humanity's!"

"I know they will disappoint you, but please see the best in them and at least honor our final request in this world."

"Lead us down a brighter path, do not let chaos consume this universe do not let War, Trickery, Rot, or Pleasure overtake this universe!"

Then the rest of his form disappeared, being absorbed into the greater mass as eventually the staffs fell and the soul of the new immortal was sent into the flow of souls ready to find a proper vessel. All the while the outside world was primitive, civilizations grew in power and change was on the horizon. 

Whether or not however this new being would change things for the better or for the worse was up to them. To the souls of the future and most of all to this new being that was just created.