Note: Hey guys! This is the small prologue for this AU season 15 fic, which I'll be posting about every 4-5 days or so. Keep an eye out for updates, and I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: Quarter Past Midnight

The void is peaceful.

It's difficult—impossible—to describe to anyone without the ability to sense the divine. The nothingness that exists above the mortal plane, where things cease to be tactile and no longer are comprised of physical matter, contains only pure energy. Only Grace. The purity of the essences there allow for a more intimate knowledge, more familiar forms of interaction between them.

This is where God finds himself now.

He is certainly in need of purity, of truth, at the moment. He thrives in the complex, in the minutiae, but this…this is not what he wanted, nor what he expected. He usually enjoys it when something manages to surprise him—it's so difficult, nowadays—but he cannot deny that he will mourn what once was, in this world. It has been unlike anything he's done before.

Indeed.

He feels something brush against the vast consciousness of his divinity. He is disapproving, and makes it known.

Oh, come now. There, some amusement. How irritating. Once upon a time, our presence was welcome to you.

The void rings with His bemusement and frustration.

No matter. A rippling laughter. This is always what happens, in the end. You should know this better than anyone.

There is no end. He makes this perfectly clear.

Of course there is. Everything has it's time, and everything ends. That is what it is.

The void is no longer peaceful. He makes to disappear elsewhere, less pure, perhaps, but with fewer distractions. He needs to ponder in isolation.

Before this movement, there is a final tug of caution, and of experienced resignation. You cannot run forever. Eventually, things will proceed as they are always meant to, even if postponed indefinitely.

Watch me. He vanishes.

Next time: We see the fallout from the graveyard, and Jack finds himself in a very confusing situation.