Explain what it means

"Then tell me, Prometheus, what is my role? How do I shape the Earth?"

Watching Angel Breaker's mouth part in dismay was liberating. Prometheus was suspiciously ecstatic, perhaps due to being picked over Angel Breaker.

"The Chosen One possesses the power to do anything," Prometheus said. "You see something, you can do it. No matter the power, no matter the difficulty, you can do it with ease."

"My Chosen One," Angel Breaker's melodious voice rang, "may I–"

"Shut up." Aaron sneered. "I don't want your mouth to open unless I want it open."

She froze, white eyes wide, the ruby gem adorned on her forehead losing its colour. "Yes, My–"

"I am not going to repeat myself."

Angel Breaker panicked and bowed her head down. Ordering the strong, powerful woman was exhilarating. He wanted to grind his foot into her face and make her feel the terror she gave the people of Gotham. All of a sudden, he remembered the injuries on the Robins: Daxton and Andre. Riko and Izzy. Their sorrows, their crippling injuries, the time he spent nursing them. It came rushing like an icy white blizzard.

His expression continued to show nothing. He stared at Angel Breaker and contemplated her fate for the second time. He glanced at Chloe, tempered himself, and then urged the Manhunter to further elaborate on his origins.

"I am a spirit possessing the body of Mark Shaw. I took command of Leviathan, became one with their ideologies, and met Angel Breaker. She, like me, had a purpose. To meet you, the Chosen One."

"A spirit?" Aaron wanted to ask if he meant it like a ghost spirit or a divine spirit, because those were distinctions with immense implications. The former hinted at something metahuman while the latter insinuated a primordial cosmic ****–from insignificant to significant.

"An emissary of the great one. The greatest one. The Light. The Hand. Yahweh. Allah. The One Above All. The Presence. The Writer." The Manhunter's list stirred his heart, his soul. Those terms, those titles, it was like they were at the tip of his tongue and ready to be breathed into the world. "I am much like the Spectre, the Spirit of Vengeance, except I have existed long before life itself. I have seen the multiverse wither away and be reborn, all in hopes of meeting you."

"That doesn't answer my question," Aaron countered. "Why did you do all this? Why create a massive machine to steal the Earth's metahuman powers? Why forge Element X?"

"To find you, My Chosen One." Manhunter's inflexion was too respectful for his liking. Too strong with conviction. "My essence, my core, is made of pure Element X. It is how I manifest into bodies. It is how I maintain my spiritual form. However, as I have gone from multiverse to multiverse, timeline to timeline, my core has become corrupted. Weakened. Many times, I have gone astray. It is why I come before you weaker than a homo sapien. Humbled and ashamed."

The Manhunter continued with a tenderness unbecoming of him. "It is my greatest shame. Many times, I have been reborn. Many times, I have fallen in love. Fallen into despair. Fallen into hate. I have had sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives. I have seen much."

"Daughters, huh?" Aaron closed his eyes for a moment. He could feel the emotion oozing off of him. He wasn't lying. Behind that mask, there was torment and joy. Conflict and sorrow.

"I have little left in me. I just want it to be over. I want it to end. My purpose, my life, my legacy…it is done. Nothing is left in me except a hollow voice telling me to serve you. I resorted to **** lengths because otherwise I would not have been able to bless you with your complete abilities in time. The abilities of the cosmic construct."

Complete abilities? Cosmic construct? The Manhunter was dead serious. He was implying that Aaron had powers beyond what he had now–beyond mere hypnosis.

"It is why you are currently undetectable. Your powers are great but suppressed. Out of this world and unique. It is not metahuman in nature, it is primordial. Element X on its own cannot hope to find you. Omniscience cannot find you. But I can. Only me, your other half. Fully realized with my soul, the Chosen One–you, Aaron Reigner–will become compatible with all of reality." Everything was falling into place. His erratic powers, his natural athleticism, his detective skills, the puzzle that was Aaron Reigner's life suddenly made sense. "Every moment of every reality, every crisis, every rebirth, every flashpoint, has led to this moment. I have spent every waking moment of my life to meet you; to, at last, feed you what you need to balance the omniverse."

The kneeling trio, the kneeling villains, the ultimate expression of power in his eyes, accepted his position. His authority. His superiority.

"Are you asking me to kill you?" Aaron asked.

"Yes." The Manhunter said it without a nanosecond of hesitation. "I have made my mistakes. I have completed my life. I will sacrifice my life for the sake of fulfilling your destiny." The Manhunter's fist clenched. The great vigour and calmness he exhibited from the first time he laid eyes on him was gone. He was ****. He sought ****.

Aaron ripped his gaze from the fallen Leviathan. "Prometheus," he called out, "how about you?"

Promtheus glowed. "I told you that I live to serve you. After seeing your potential–"

"My potential. Huh. I see." Aaron bobbed his head, nodding gingerly and frowning slightly. Cassandra had taught Aaron a lot about reading people. He was already adept at it but with her chunks of advice he gained a deeper understanding of the human psyche; of intentions, lies, and half-truths. The gears turned in his head. "I see. I see…Angel Breaker?"

The woman practically leapt at the mention of her name and nearly broke her kneeling position. "Yes, My Chosen One!?"

"You will do everything I ask, correct?"

Prometheus' lips flattened, puzzled as Angel Breaker nodded vehemently. For all her faults, she was loyal and dedicated. That was to be admired, Aaron thought.