Author's Note

Alright guys, this is my first time writing anything and posting, so ideas are much appreciated as well as constructive criticism, hate mail is useless so please refrain, so yeah, without further ado, let the story begin.

Prologue

The Void

Time Unknown

A small galaxy-looking ball of pixelated lights floated through an empty void. Pixelated lights traveled along an orbit through and around a sphere of light that acted as the center of gravity for the advanced multiversal program. As the sequences of data flowed about an Entity appeared before it. The entity was silent for a moment as it stared at its creation with a smug smile on its face. When it spoke, no sound was heard but the projection that represented the program began to glow brighter before twisting the void around it and disappearing. The Entity smiled before it uttered one sentence that could be heard "This will be interesting." and with those words the entity vanished in a flash of light as well.

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Earth-18999881345

New York City

December 31th, 2018

Midnight

Mikael Bernard Pierce, orphan, billionaire, husband, and CEO took a swig of whiskey from his flask, his eyes firmly set on the excitable crowds below him. It had been years since he'd seen the ball drop in New York, the last time he'd went was nearly a decade ago. Old memories of long dead friends and family flickered behind his eyes like film, one designed to be a tribute to the long dead but not forgotten, and one that cut him to his soul.

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DROP!

He smiled demurely as the crowds cheered below him at the elaborate lightshow, taking another swig of his flask he turned around and re-entered his 5-Star hotel room that he had commandeered for the event. It hadn't been hard to get considering he owned the establishment (Oh, the luxuries of owning a hotel in NYC). He glanced at the bed and smirked like an old lecher at the sight of the sleeping blonde that he had picked up in the bar. There was no doubt in his mind that she was only with him because of the money he throwed around, but he couldn't complain, the more carnal pursuits with her were more than worth it. It wasn't like anyone could ever live up to May.

A frigid expression crept up his face at the memory of his dead wife, she had died in a car accident over 5 years ago and yet he still compared the women he slept with to her; it had been the source of many failed relationships and Ben his brother-in-law and best-friend had told him before he died that he needed to move on but he couldn't do it, every night he dreamed of her, her face, her smile, her doe eyes when she was happy and content, he remembered every little detail about her and it haunted him every day of his life.

If they hadn't had that argument would she still be alive? It was his fault she was dead right? Could he have stopped her from dying? Why did he let her go? So many questions and scenarios played through his mind about that day, if he had just done one thing different, she would be alive, his wife would be alive. For all his thinking, all his theorizing, he could never go back, never go back to that day and change things and he knew it, he knew that it was his fault and he couldn't fix it, things just didn't work that way, no matter how much he wanted them to.

He sighed in exasperation before taking a seat on the edge of the bed, it didn't matter anymore, he could do nothing about it, best to just move on and find some form of minor peace in his life before he met his end, with all the people he had screwed over and pissed off since his wife died it was only a matter of a time before someone put him down, the only question was who.

He was torn from his musings when he heard a knock at the door, curious as to who was knocking on his door at this hour, he opened the door to see who it was, he was greeted with a masked man pointing a pistol at his chest, he was given just enough time to make an 'o' before his assailant… No, killer pulled the trigger, time seemed to slow as he watched the gun go off, he felt pain bloom throughout his chest before he collapsed, his killer didn't stop with one shot however, he kept going.

Once, twice, thrice, the gun kept firing until it clicked softly, the clip empty. He choked up blood, he was dying, 'Well no sh*t sherlock' he heard his mind practically spit at him. Then he heard the blonde screaming at the sight of his bleeding form, he had to roll his eyes at that, instead of calling the police she was screaming like a banshee, of course that brought the attention of others who came to see what happened and do what she failed to do but he was sure that he wouldn't survive this. As many bullets as he'd taken to chest it was almost a certainty that one of them had gotten something vital, no surviving this one.

Memories began to play through his mind, dying mind. He had no children, as such he had made Ben and his kids the benefactors of his will. May had wanted to wait a bit before they had any kids and he hadn't pushed her on it, he did like having her all to himself after all, his lips quirked at that thought, even on his metaphorical death bed he was thinking about her, if all those supposed 'Men of God' actually told the truth about death he might get to see his wife again, his smirk turned to a demure smile as the color began to drain from his face and his eyes grew drowsy.

'That would be nice' he thought before his vision faded to darkness.

On January 1st, 2019 at 1:15 AM, Mikael Bernard Pierce was declared dead on arrival at St. Joseph's Hospital.

A/N: Tell me what you guys think so far, give me any tips that'll help with writing if you have any otherwise have a nice day. (=