The new Marvel

Prologue

DC

Marvel

The Newest Marvel

Prologue

***Nothingness***

Ever wonder what was out there beyond the solar system? The Galaxy? The universe itself? Millions of races in the universe are driven to explore- others to conquer: yet... only a very select few truly know what lies beyond everything. Some would call these beings gods or primordial beings, yet even beyond those there was others, the one common factor that binds all sentients together.

Death.

It was a constant throughout the realms of realities, through multiverses, through convergences and like all things, and over time it too took form.

Rarely does the living interest Death, but it has been known to happen from time to time. For out in the darkness, far away from the light of any universes, the entity known as Mistress Death found something very curious in her domain. It was a bright shining light in her sanctum.

Assuming a humanoid form, with a face some would say was beautiful, the Mistress of death cup her hands around the small fragile light and was surprised. Very few things could surprise Death, only the eahrthers have ever truly done so, but here, in her hands was something that was shocking indeed. This spirit was outside her purview, out of her entire realm there was no soul of his type in any existence. Searching some more, Mistress Death found something else, another power, around it, rejecting it. Expelling it wherever it came from into her own domain.

Mistress Death view the life of the being known as Kal-El Known on earth as Clark Kent, and the hero known on his earth as Superman. Death saw her other face on the very edge of this 'Superman' life, always coming closer to its end goal.

Nekron.

Yet, even Nekron's end goal was cheated from him as the soul of Superman was now in her hands. Something or someone had ejected the last son of Krypton completely from his reality. Looking at the soul now, Mistress Death note that Nekron's stench was still fresh on it and heavy. She would need to erase it.

The only way to do that is to saturate this person's soul with experience in her realm of reality. She would need to suppress his memories and powers, it would do no good for him to feel apart, he must consider himself a citizen of her marvelous domain. Then and only then, when he died will he belong to her compeletely.

Grabbing the soul, she sent it towards the planet known as Earth, more specifically the New York region.

The beginning.

***Annandale-on-Hudson, New York***

If there was one thing that could be said about Clark Kent, son of Jane and Marcus Kent, it was that he was whipped. Not in a bad way per say, just that the neighborhood girls- Lean Gray and Annie Richardson- had poor little Clark wrapped around their fingers. It amused the neighbors and warmed their hearts when the trio could be seen running up and down the street with poor little Clark struggling to keep up.

Thankfully, the girls knew little Clark's limit and made sure he didn't exert himself too much. The neighbors were more then happy to treat Clark with gentle gloves. The fact that he was alive was miracle in in itself, his mother Jane had felt that Clark had cheated death. Jane Kent had given birth prematurely by three months and when little Clark was finally birthed he was unable to breath on his own. He had stayed in NYC hospital for over a month before they could stabilized him. The doctors at NYC hospital had warned the Kents that their son's chances of living were one out of a hundred.

Yet to their amazement, every day little Clark fought to breath, to live, he would often out soft cries when he was hungry or in pain. It tore at the Kents every time, yet slowly, Clark began to do better, he wouldn't be consider the healthiest baby delivered, but he survived. Little Clark would not remember the victory celebration the children's ward gave to the Kents as they proudly home their little boy.