Chapter One: World's Collide Part One.

"Broken busted, annihilated, it's beyond repair, all is lost."

Death sighed, she wished that she could sugarcoat the entire situation but after the events of the battle with Zod and indeed the years leading up to it, she was not certain quite where to begin. She was in the void between life and death, although she was guiding what was left of them both to Paradise. Her dark eyes flooded with a certain amount of misery, regret, the thought that she could save them but the sad realization that they might be beyond saving. The brutal thumping that echoed within her chest as she lead them through the void, all the way to the edge of it.

"All may not be lost, if we plan accordingly," Death managed although her breath became extremely fixed and rigid.

"Is it?" Lily asked, she wished to ask these questions of the guardian of the afterlife but she wondered if they could salvage what might not be salvaged.

Lara was the next one who answered. She was one of strong spirit, even when all seemed to be lost in the past, she would not give up. There was confidence, there was intensity, that was her in essence, and Lara's mind would not bend for anything.

"We won't….we won't falter," Lara agreed as her eyes continued to survey the situation. In another time, she wondered if such a thing was impossible but after all that she saw before, the possible was extremely impossible.

"I think that this plan is a desperate gambit," Lily remarked with a lengthy sigh as she kept her hand on the top of her head and she started to mutter fiercely underneath her breath. Her eyes continued to dance a tiny bit as she remained steady in her stance. "But….given the alternatives and there are many that are less than admirable, we don't really have much of a choice anyway, do we?"

"No, they are two broken pieces, if we tried to reassemble them as they are now, it would be just like trying to use duct tape to repair the damage from an Earthquake," Death told them as she placed her hands on them. "And the sands of time run quickly out, as the darkness looms ever so closer."

"Which means?" Lara asked.

"Which means that we have to do what seems to be impossible for them and for their sakes, let's hope this works," Death stated as she clasped a hand to the top of her head. A smile continued to grow over her face as she prepared for this desperate gambit. "So….are we ready?"

"Yes, we're ready," Lily agreed, nervously chewing on her lip.

It was a little known fact that this was one of the quirks that Lily Evans-Potter picked up when she was nervous. The chewing on her lip might endear herself to some people and Lara placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to steer her attention back to focus on the situation.

"We're in this together, remember?" Lara inquired.

"Yeah…..I'm just worried about how he might come out….well the sum of two messed up souls added together doesn't seem to be too pretty," Lily said with worry.

Harry got his optimism or lack there of from her although Death continued to guide both of them, battered and bruised, to a certain point.

"I will use this process to iron out as many of the flaws that I can and emphasize many of the great points of both of them," Death stated as she closed her eyes and allowed the energies to flow easily.

The broken battered form of Kal-El rested on one end. Death was sad that very few echoes of Clark Kent remained but they were faint. Not that Clark was a perfect person but he did have some good values that should be admired and respected. The woman looked at his form, there was sadness in her eyes, perhaps regret, perhaps any number of emotions but never the less, she considered everything that went through her heart and her mind.

Then there was Harry Potter, he had a nice road to the Herald of Death, although there were many roadblocks that was in his way. Some of those roadblocks were through his own creation and some of them were through external sources outside of anyone's control. It was the nature of what happened.

The broken battered form of Kal-El rested on one end. Death was sad that very few echoes of Clark Kent remained but they were faint. Not that Clark was a perfect person but he did have some good values that should be admired and respected. The woman looked at his form, there was sadness in her eyes, perhaps regret, perhaps any number of emotions but never the less, she considered everything that went through her heart and her mind.

"We're ready," Death informed them as they arrived at Paradise. "You better explain the situation to your niece."

The Heralds would be the only ones that knew, the Heralds would be the only ones that remembered, there were far less complications that way.

Death stared down the person at her feet and there was a second where she hovered over him. A single beat of her heart within her chest and she was going to begin.

This was the moment of truth, do or die.

Drama, she could do that as well as the next person.

'Here goes nothing,' Death remarked to herself as she cupped her chin and pushed her head back to do something that was unprecedented.

"Prepare to begin the recombination process," Death stated as she placed on hand over Clark's head and the other hand over Harry's head.

This would work, she was confident of that and confidence was about the only thing that they had going for them at the moment.

Kara stood at the edge of the island, watching silently. Karen joined her.

'I can't believe it's gone this far,' Kara said, despair creeping into her voice as Karen placed an arm around her younger counterpart.

'Don't get upset, for her sake,' Karen whispered, to Kara as she snuggled into her and the younger blonde nodded.

It would still be Harry for the most part as he had the stronger personality and sense of self, but if this was the only way to save Kal-El, then it would have to be done.

Death had to get special permission from the higher ups to do this but given that Kal-El would falter to the Darkness given his current path and that her Herald might do so as well due to his damaged mental state, she had to do what she had to do to have a stronger hero. A hero that would not allow the world to fall to the Apokolips.

"Begin the recombination process," Death said in a brisk tone of voice and everything began to glow brightly around them.

In a matter of days, maybe weeks, they would know if it was right. That was why should took the venue to Paradise because time would be on their side.

One thing was for certain, after today, both Harry Potter and Clark Kent would no longer exist.

Tess Mercer felt like an entire train full of insanity had run her over, at least that was what the prevailing thought that was going through her mind. Regardless, her stomach twisted into a vicious knot as she took a deep breath and looked at the trashed facility.

A while ago, Clark Kent and Harry Potter fought here, with Zod contributing to a deal of the property damage.

Tess's eyes glowed as her memories reset themselves.

It was a fight between Har-Rell and Zod that occurred in this location and it was violent. Zod wanted to kill her because of supposed treachery, at least that's what she remembered. There was a young woman with dark hair that was there as well.

"Have you found him?" Tess asked to the person that she was talking over the phone.

She had a feeling that there was something amiss with her memories but she could not pinpoint exactly what. She went over the point of order in her mind.

"No, Miss Mercer, but there were many people who were in the city that got crushed by the meteor shower, so he could have been destroyed," the subordinate begged off over the phone. Tess's lips curled with a slight smile as she clapped a hand over her side.

"I don't want excuses," Tess said coldly as she looked outside the window.

Her lover was missing and that was not something that she could willingly accept. He was the child that was sent to save the world, the last survivor of the Planet Krypton, Har-Rell, the son of Lil-Rell and Lara. How the boy had two mothers was an interesting quirk of alien biology; as well as genetic engineering. His real name was Harry Potter-Kent, or rather his Earth Name. He was found in a field by Jonathan and Martha Kent and raised with love and care by them.

Tess wondered why these details flashed through her mind.

A ringing of a phone caused Tess to pause as she reached her office. She saw that the call was from the Shining Light Foundation and her heart skipped a beat. She grabbed it with super speed, a quirk of the gift given from her beloved Har-Rell.

"Hello," Tess said.

"It's me," Chloe answered on the phone.

Tess's tone and voice faltered for a second as she closed her eyes in frustration. "Oh, it's you?"

Tess could almost sense Chloe frowning over the phone and her voice dropping, with a bit of hurt swimming from her tone. "Well, you're rolling out the welcome wagon, aren't you?"

"It's….Harry," Tess stated firmly to Chloe and there was a few seconds where she paused. "He's still AWOL after the meteor shower."

"I know," Chloe said, she had gone through this song and dance before. "Do you have the feeling that you've forgotten something extremely important and vital?"

"Yes, but I'm just chalking that up to the stress of the situation," Tess answered her and there was a second where she racked her mind. Everything was as it should be; there was no holes in her memories, not even a tiny pinprick. Nothing that could be exploited in any way whatsoever.

"Well….not to add to the bad news, but we've got a situation," Chloe commented to Tess and there was a grunt over the phone that indicated that now was the time for Chloe to continue.

"Figure you might as well spit it out now," Tess told her, wondering how this situation could get far worse than it was but she had been proven unfortunately wrong before.

"There was a ship that crashed in the center of Metropolis during the meteor shower and….there has been a certain amount of dark energy that pulsed through the entire Midwest, to the point where the scanners at the Shining Light Foundation are on the blink," Chloe informed Tess and Tess took this thought in stride, nodding slowly.

"I see," Tess told her as she ran different scenarios through her mind, each something that she did not want to think about. "What about the ship…."

"The government picked it up and it wasn't Checkmate, Martha is trying to find out what she can about the ship," Chloe told her. "And the media's railing on the Justice League for not preventing the meteor shower."

"Don't they know that they are super powered, not supernatural?" Tess asked in frustration.

Chloe's exasperation was clear as day over telephone. "Well, try telling that to these people."

"Just keep searching, along with the person flying the ship, unless they've been nabbed by the government as well," Tess said with a shudder at the thought.

"I've got the visual here…..she could be Kara's younger sister by the looks of her, although this is the only image that I have," Chloe told her.

Tess was putting the context clues together as the message was given to her. The redhead's hair framed her face as she thought about what happened. There was a sense of urgency that visited them all. The bond link did not work which meant naturally that Harry was either knocked out or worse.

Tess honestly feared for the worst given all that happened. Her stomach twisted into a vicious knot but she was about to get a nasty shock.

Someone knocked on the door of the office and Tess got up immediately.

"Call me if anything breaks," Tess said to Chloe, offering a hasty goodbye as she pushed her way towards the door.

She pulled it open in another motion to reveal two men in suits, staring her down. They had a stack of envelopes with her.

"May, I help you gentlemen?" Tess asked, she wondered why they were here.

"The owner of LuthorCorp wishes to inform you that your services are no longer required," one of the suits told Tess as he folded his arms.

This statement confused Tess to no end and she had only one response for it. Her lips curled into half of a smile, half of a grimace as she poked the rather prominent logic hole in this statement.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm the owner of LuthorCorp, myself and Harry Potter-Kent," Tess told them as she wondered what kind of game they were playing.

She was not in the mood to play games, especially given the frame of mind that she was already in.

"Lionel Luthor signed over control of the company to an heir before he died and his claims have been officially validated in a court of law," one of the men stated as he presented the document to Tess.

Tess read the document, hope fading from her heart. It was Lionel Luthor's signature alright; she read it enough times in the past. There was a sense that something really screwy was going on here.

"You have twenty four hours to vacate the premises and remove your belongings from any LuthorCorp owned buildings," the suit stated.

Tess continued to read through the document. She would fight this but the name of Lionel's handpicked successor was extremely curious. She read it over and over again, as if she couldn't quite believe the name.

"Chloe….it's me again, this situation has gotten serious," Tess informed her as she quickened her strides. She would have to clean out her desk and play this game for now.

'You might win the battle but I'll win the war,' Tess thought with a stubborn train of thought.

Much time had passed on the Island, although very little time passed in the real world. Three weeks passed in the real world thanks to the unique time dilation properties of the island, but it had been a year on the island.

Kara sat on a bench outdoors as she cradled a four month old newborn in her arms. She had the same bright green eyes that her father had, although she had blonde hair much like Kara. She had a strong grip although she wore a bracelet that filtered the yellow sunlight into red.

Given that she was already filtering yellow sunlight in the womb, she could potentially be extremely powerful. Then again, that was a given when you considered the fact she was the child of two extremely powerful people.

"And how is our precious little angel?" Harry whispered as he stepped towards Kara.

"Finally asleep," Kara whispered to him.

'Then we better switch to mental link,' Harry thought to her and Kara smiled.

'Good thing about being on the island is we're never short on any babysitters,' Kara thought to him with a smile on her face. 'Maybe we can sneak her into the nursery this time without her waking up.'

Harry sat next to his wife and young daughter. The Amazons doted on the young child, the first child born on the island since Donna was all of those years ago.

Meanwhile, Harry recalled memories that no one else remembered except him, Kara, Karen, Lily, Alex, and Clara. They were the only five people who recalled what happened with any kind of picture perfect clarity. It might seem weird what happened but they accepted it.

'So, there are faint echoes of him, aren't there?' Kara thought to Harry with a sigh.

'Very faint, although I'm not completely Harry Potter either, Death had to combine the best parts of the two of us,' Harry reminded Kara.

Which means he got the benefit of all of Clark's memories, including voyeuristic journeys involving a telescope and Harry closed his eyes with a grimace at that thought of those particular memories, he really did have some issues.

"Hey, Claire," Harry whispered as he saw his oldest, now fifteen years old. She was far from the young child who was tricked by Rose after her mind was screwed up all of those years ago.

"Mom, Dad," the girl remarked, with her flowing red hair and orange eyes, a souvenir from her meteor mutation, with her arms crossed over her chest. "And how's my sister doing?"

"She's fine, just asleep," Kara remarked as she cradled the child.

"Took long enough, didn't it?" Claire asked in a quiet voice.

"Yes, could you take her to the nursery, please?" Kara asked.

There was a second where Claire smiled down at her baby sister and gently took her in her arms as she walked off. Hopefully she would not be accosted by Amazons who would coo at her.

Cassie and Donna turned up to greet Kara and Harry with smiles on their faces. Cassie had been offered a chance to visit the island, something which she looked forward to for a long time.

"Hey, Cassie, Donna," Harry told them.

"Hey, where's Amanda?" Cassie asked as she looked around.

"Asleep, Cassie," Harry told her and the blond demigoddess pouted with the Amazon on the other side of her amused by her friend's pouting.

Amanda Lara Potter was the newest member of the Potter family.

"Ah, you look more adorable like that," Donna commented as she pinched Cassie's cheeks playfully, the ones on her face this time, before the blonde swatted her away.

"I've seen you pout like that, Donna Troy," Cassie told her and there was a second where Donna's mouth hung open. She looked amusing and then she snapped her mouth shut. She fought the temptation to pout. "That's what I thought."

"I should spank you," Donna told Cassie.

Harry smiled, he would like to see that.

The good news regarding all of this, as Harry returned to his thoughts on the merge, was that he still had the ability to fly along with all of his other powers. He was trying to figure out what flaw caused Clark to be unable to fly and he found, as he often suspected, it was an inability to balance between his human and Kryptonian heritage.

It was sad.

"I have more information, as much as I've been able to gather at least," Death told Harry and Kara as Karen, Clara, Alex, and Lily all turned up, They would all need to know this.

Diana had departed to collect some people to bring them back to Paradise to brief them on the situation given that what happened.

"There is a darkness from the past that will return, far greater than life itself, he will corrupt even the brightest light," Death told him as she watched him. "This is why we had to combine you as we did because there was no hope the way things stood like they did."

Harry placed his hand underneath his chin and nodded swiftly. He had only one statement to this word.

"Does this threat have a name?"

Death took the plunge. "He is called many things but he is referred by those who he has crushed, snuffing out all hope as one thing and that is Darkseid."

Now Harry felt a chill to his bones at that name and rightfully so.

"And he is here, waiting to corrupt souls, and it has already begun," Death warned her Herald.

"And it's up to us to find him," Clara remarked, she had heard whispers as well.

"It's the final chapter of the Covenant," Alex breathed as she shuddered at the thought. "The Darkness arrives, to snuff out all hope, the Anti-Life."

Everything had happened as foretold, except the end, which was coming.

There would be no hope if they did not succeed, there would only be Darkseid.

Saying that someone got their entire life turned upside down was pretty much old hat by now but that was what Lois Lane thought. The world that they knew, well she had this subconscious and nagging feeling that it changed.

Clark disappeared, not that it mattered because Lois was the only one that remembered he existed.

Perhaps she was going insane or perhaps she was the only one in the world that was sane. She had no idea what one was more frustrating to be honest with her.

"I can't believe Clark just vanished like that," Lois grumbled one day and Lana's eyes turned towards the woman, blank confusion in them.

"Who is Clark?" Lana asked in confusion. "Is that some co-worker at the Daily Planet or something?"

Lois wanted to pull her hair out by the roots but she remained extremely calm, scarily so at the very least. Her gaze fixed onto Lana's as she tried to keep herself from blowing a gasket, as enticing as that might be.

"Lana, I'm not feeling well, could you tell me about your life story?" Lois asked, wondering if this sounded as insane out loud as it did in her head.

If Lana thought that there was anything out of the ordinary by that request, she did not say anything, at least right away. Rather her face contorted into a smile.

"Lois, it's been hard since….well he vanished," Lana told Lois and there was a whistle smile on her face. "You know….Harry."

"Yes, I know Harry," Lois remarked, pleased to see that Lana's brain had not been completely fried.

"You were right in the middle of the meteor shower, so of course….of course I'll be able to help you," Lana said with a smile. "I lived my entire life here in Smallville….well that was before my parents died in the meteor shower."

Lana had a far off look in her eyes.

"I lived down the street from my neighbors, the Kents," Lana told him. "But I took a special interest in their son."

"Clark Kent,' Lois thought to herself.

"Harry Potter-Kent," Lana remarked as she smiled wistfully.

'Okay, this is fucking new,' Lois thought to herself but she shook her head to clear the cobwebs.

"Yeah…I followed him around like a lost puppy dog, but I think that he didn't take much interest in me for years, he was always interested in Chloe," Lana remarked although there was no bitterness in her voice. "Of course, when he grew up, he learned the benefits of sharing. Naturally that was helped along when his cousin showed up."

"Kara, right?" Lois asked.

"Yes, who else do you think his cousin was?" Lana asked as she shook her head at amusement, wondering of Lois had some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder.

"Never mind, please continue," Lois said dismiss fully.

"Well Harry decided to let me in on his secret during our Junior year of High School, which was a relief because if he didn't tell me, we would have had a lot of unnecessary drama that would have annoyed anyone who would have watched us," Lana commented in a joking manner.

"Right…so you didn't hook up with Lex Luthor," Lois remarked to her.

Lana looked extremely appalled at the thought. "Lex Luthor? Why would I hook up with Lex Luthor? That sounds like something out of bad fan fiction."

Lois wondered if the meteor shower had sent her into an alternate timeline because to be honest she had seen a lot weirder.

"So Raya and Alicia…."

"Yeah, of course Alicia's here, she's my best friend, like the sister I never had," Lana remarked to her in a gushing voice.

'Okay, now I think I landed in Bizarro World,' Lois thought to herself.

"So….Lex is bald right?" Lois asked.

"Of course he was, why do you ask?" Lana asked in confusion.

Lois let out a sigh of relief. "No reason."

"You better lie down Lois, get some rest, everything's going to be okay," Lana told her.

Lois thought that matter could be debated but she turned around to see Raya. When Lana was out of earshot, Raya leaned towards her.

"They don't remember it, do they?" Raya asked Lois.

"Wait….we….you….you….you poisoned Clark!" Lois remarked.

"I didn't….it was a subliminal order that Jor-El programmed into my mind before sending me into the Phantom Zone and he reinforced it at the Fortress during my brief first stay," Raya explained to Lois but Lois didn't seem too forgiving. "I regret what happened to Kal-El….well it's technically Har-Rell now isn't it?"

"I guess," Lois offered in a flat tone of voice, wondering if her day could get any weirder than it already was.

And she knew that was a stupid question considering her luck.

"I will have to apologize to him later but Jor-El suspected that it would happen," Raya told her as she surveyed Lois. "In case Zod and his followers escaped from the orb."

Lois had a thought.

"Where is Zod?"

Raya's eyes flickered in thought and she looked around. It would be foolish to assume that Zod perished in the meteor shower, he was too much of a survivor.

The real question was, where was Zod?

Zod squirmed underneath the red solar lamps in the basement that he had been put. His eyes dripped with hatred but his body was weak and mortal. His mind was still as strong as ever.

"You give me what I want and I won't snap your neck."

Zod tried to remove the shackles from his wrists but found that he was bound. The young man across from him watched him, a grin spreading over his face. His features were mostly entombed in the shadows, although Zod had a pretty good idea of who he thought it was.

"So you've finally given into your base instincts, just as I expected you would," Zod told him as blood dripped from his mouth. "You won't win, not against me, not against the Kandorians."

"I see only you, Major," he commented in a soft tone of voice. "The city….it's looking forward to worshiping its new favorite son. The restoration of Metropolis is about completed."

Zod's injuries, while not fatal, were abundant. There was an instant where he felt a touch of fear but it was only a touch of it. He refused to show it on his face because he was not beaten, at least not yet. He pushed his head up and there was a sense that he was at the end of his road.

"So….you're going to finish me off, aren't you?" Zod asked, there was a question in his voice and a flickering of pain across his face.

"In due time, but not now, first I need you to sign something, do so and I won't snap your neck," he said quietly.

"You won't get away with this," Zod told him as the papers were forced into his hand.

"Well, it's funny what we can get away with," he remarked to him. "You've been given free reign but I could send you to the government, your powers stripped from you. See this."

He held out a syringe with a yellow liquid inside it from a box.

"That's liquefied golden Kryptonite and there are no take backs, your powers will be completely gone, forever," he told him with a smile. "Then again, with the shock, your death, while inevitable, will be slow and extremely painful."

"You sicken me," Zod managed.

There was a slight chuckle although it was uncomfortable for all.

"Considering your own actions I don't think you have the ability to take any kind of moral high ground," he remarked in a crisp tone of voice as he closed his eyes. There was a smile as he opened them back up. "Here's the deal….sign the papers and you accept your freedom. Don't sign the papers, and I'm not going to apologize for what I'm going to do because you brought it upon yourself."

Zod knew that he was signing over valuable resources but at the same time he was resourceful enough. There was a sense that no matter what he tried, he'd be a survivor, he was always a survivor, and no matter what, Zod would live. There was something of an undercurrent of hostility in his eyes, flickering through them extremely dangerous.

"You won't get away with this in the end, I will survive," Zod spat but with malice he signed the paper and he passed it into the hand of his adversary. "I hope you choke on that signature."

"Don't worry, your survival has been ensured for now, I'm a man of my world, I won't snap your neck," he stated as he reached into his coat and pulled out another syringe, filled with liquefied green Kryptonite.

He was a man of his word after all; he would not kill him by snapping his neck. His eyes glowed with fury as he plunged the syringe into Zod's shoulder, injecting the Kryptonite directly into his veins.

Zod felt his heart speed up to the point where it was nearly trying to escape through his chest. He found his lungs not working as they should. He tried to get up. He would not die on his back; he would die standing, looking this enemy in the face, like a man.

Thump, thump, thump, his heart tried to escape through his chest but there was no sense that he was able to stand up straight. There was a mocking wave that was given as the man fell over like a brick, with a thump into the ground.

"Can't say this is a tragedy," he commented in a partially mocking tone of voice as he looked down at the man on the ground.

Two figures walked down the hallway to greet the man entombed in the shadow.

One of them had long blonde hair that framed her face quite nicely. Her alluring blue eyes could be seen and while they held warmth, they only showed it for one person, along with the devotion. She was dressed in a tight white blouse that emphasized her curves, along with a jacket. She had a micro-mini skirt that wrapped around her tight ass and her delicious legs were encased in sheer stockings, a pair of high heel boots, used for stomping her enemies finished off her outfit. She was Kara Zor-El of Earth Three, although she was better known as Ultrawoman.

The second figure had dark hair that hung off half of her face like a curtain. Her blue eyes were sinister although they held devotion for one person and one person alone. Her large breasts were wrapped in a tight top that was a couple sizes two small. She had the perfect hourglass figure with all of the delightful features that went along with it. She was Diana of Themisyrica of Earth Three, the last survivor of the Amazons who had been wiped out by Ares. So she hated all men except for one. She was known as Fury.

"Yes, ladies," he told them and they bowed before him.

"My Lord," Fury told him with a smile on her face. "All of the Lex clones have been dealt with except for one."

Harrison Luthor nodded at this, Lex, whether he was a clone or otherwise, could pose a problem.

"The original prototype clone has gone missing," Ultrawoman told him and Harrison remained stoic.

"Have it found and annihilated, Lex will pose a problem no matter the form," Harrison commented.

When your last name was Luthor, survival of the fittest was the first rule you learned.

Tess sat outside, her things all packed up as she mentally prepared for her chance. There was a ringing of her phone.

"Hello, Tess," a very familiar voice said over the phone.

Tess paled as she felt like she saw a ghost, mostly because she was pretty sure that this person on the phone was pushing up daisies somewhere.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Tess asked him over the phone.

She knew that his body had been burned to ensure that no one could get their hands on it. Yet, it was Lex's voice.

"I've returned and I've been disappointed to see that you've let my birthright slip away," Lex commented although his voice was more raspy than normal.

"I….you're dead," Tess breathed as she wondered what this game was.

"Watch your back Tess, I will claim Metropolis, and any pretenders to my throne will go down," Lex remarked to her. "And tell….my dear pal the Kryptonian that if he doesn't meet me within twenty four hours, then people will suffer. Innocent people will suffer."

Tess did not know what happened.

"You're sick," Tess stated but a goon grabbed her from behind.

"The boss wants to have a word with you," the goon remarked but Tess threw him down with a judo throw and pinned him onto the ground.

"I don't think I will," Tess offered as she struck a pose, her hands on her hips and her head turning around. The redhead offered a smile as she took a step forward.

When there was one goon, there would be several more and her stance became extremely rigid. She started to blink.

There was someone who knocked the goons down from behind and Tess looked up.

"Diana?" Tess asked with a smile. "The entire world…."

"I know, the world has changed, it had to be done, it was the only way to save them," Diana stated.

She recalled how things were before the merger but it was obvious that some people remembered how things used to be prior to the point.

"I….I'm having this sense that I'm remembering a different timeline than I should," Tess told Diana, wondering if it sounded as insane.

"Your memories are not as they should be," Diana informed her. "Your mind…it's rebelling against the changes because of your strength of will."

"So that's why I'm remembering a person who no longer technical exists?"

Lois turned up right then and there, facing Diana. The two locked eyes with each other.

"Does the name Clark Kent ring a bell to either of you?" Lois asked them.

"He's no more," a voice said.

Death stood there, dressed in a hooded jacket and sweat pants, chewing on an apple.

"What about Harry Potter?"

"He's no more," Death commented.

"You're….what's going on here?" Lois asked.

She was so fucking confused that it wasn't funny.

"Harry Potter and Clark Kent, their souls and bodies had been damaged beyond repair and their mental capacities decayed due to outside influence," Death informed Lois who nodded her head in understanding. "Some will recall the old timeline with clarity, while others will recall subconscious echoes. And others yet….they will recall the entirely new timeline where Har-Rell existed and there was never a Clark Kent or a Harry Potter in this world…at least not in that sense."

"Wait….wouldn't he just be Harry Kent if the Kents found him?" Lois asked in confusion.

"There are many paradoxes about this timeline but I can assure you, I detest how vague it is as much as you do, the fact of the matter is certain changes could not be too jarring or it would shake up the time-space continuum," Death informed them.

"So we're in an entirely big paradox to end all paradoxes," Chloe stated as she turned up. She was summoned here. "What about….Lana….Alicia….Raya?"

"You remember it don't you?" Tess asked.

"I did, but I didn't trust the lines going in and out, because someone was tampering with things," Chloe remarked to Tess.

"There's a lot you need to know, I will take you all to Paradise….all three of you… for now," Death informed them and Chloe, Tess, and Lois nodded in agreement. "There's something that you need to know."

"Lex….he's looking for Clark but there's no Clark," Chloe informed Death who nodded.

"There's technically supposed to be no Lex, it appears that Mr. Luthor went to his own lengths to cheat Death through the process of genetic cloning," Death told them as she inclined her head and smiled. "Time for you to meet Har-Rell for the first time….but we may have more problems."

Death knew that her time on this plane was growing shorter, especially with Darkseid's approaching presence. He might have already found a vessel to use for all she knew.

Then there was the other, Harrison Luthor, who had mastered his universe's version of Death and stole her powers as his own.

She summoned her full abilities to transport the group to the Island where many questions would be answered, even though she felt that many more yet would be raised.

To Be Continued in Part Two.

Written on September 18th and 19th 2013, Published on October 29th 2013.