In that void as the man who did it all rested, a figure leaned against the back of a chair. Made of twisted black vines and crystalized shadow.

The being stared at Nova within a globe, where he floated in peacefulness. Not dead, not at all, but he had not yet made any choices.

“This is the last time I help someone for a favor. While a century is not anything. This human is decidedly much too difficult to deal with”

The being sat forward as he sat the globe down, quietly touching it and sighing.

He was known for many things, but first and foremost he was an observer. He watched things, had the potential to change the course of history drastically to his choice, but with the way the multiverse worked he didn’t find a reason to. His job was to watch for when worlds approached their end, and he would then descend as an angel to deliver judgment.

The observer sighed, despite his seemingly eldritch origins and appearance, as his insides squirmed to make him sit up again, the veins against his pale skin wiggling as if alive. He did have family, friends.

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Sure, he may be a little bit of a ‘downer’ but that never stopped them from talking to him.

Which brought him to this small side job, having to devote a precious shard of his being, which was not a problem of power, but rather annoyance. To just, watching this human, as a favor for his brother.

Unlike him, who was an observer who only entertained mortals with his form near the end of days most of the time. His brother was the opposite. His brother ventured through countless worlds, and in fact, he was essentially the idea of a ‘Player’ within the universe.

To him the fourth wall of games was mere suggestion, he was the one that substituted for a player where there was none to be found, he was the willpower a person challenged to win the team fight alone. He also was not just good though, he had the drive to do anything and everything for the sake of it, to view everything as just a game and sometimes even kill one’s own teammates for the fun of it. As he often put it.

His brother, little gremlin he is, took an interest in this person out of infinity. The only reason he gave was ‘a sense of kinship’ with the mortal. Which he knew well enough it just meant ‘because it’ll be funny’ in true terms.

However, instead of his brother doing it himself. He was asked to be the one to offer a boon. Which led to this vessel needing to spend an entire century waiting for this old man to die. He was hoping his final bluff would work, it didn’t.

Now they had a deal in place, where he’d get to make his own choices to enter the world.

He was so very annoyed. The observer took a deep breath and focused his gaze upon the crystal. Finally seeing that man had begun to move and finally interact with the screen to make choices.

“Finally,” a tired voice muttered. This vessel may just die of boredom if this keeps up, hopefully this man alone can provide entertainment enough to keep it occupied.