The bigger problem. The presence he had been ignoring. He sat on the edge of his bed and looked directly at the short individual leaning on his door.

"I can see you," Aaron said. "What do you want?"

An attractive, pale goth girl. A human by all measures. Hands in her pockets, she had been watching him ever since he had finished fucking Angel Whore. Eyes locked on his naked form as he failed to fix his bed, interacted with Hadiyah and Jaina, and then used his newfound powers to recreate his bed. She had been watching. Observing. Never glancing away. Forever glued to him like the grim reaper.

"You can see me?" The woman's black eyes shone with surprise and intrigue. Underneath her right eye was an Egyptian-like eye marking and she wore a silver necklace also of Egyptian origin. "I suppose I shouldn't expect anything less from you, Mr. Chosen One."

Aaron's lips felt dry. An ominous aura enveloped this woman. He recognized it. He had felt it. "…****, correct?" He should have shivered at the call of her name. He didn't.

**** chuckled and pushed herself off the door. "You were nearby when Angel Breaker killed and revived those people. Then, you killed Prometheus and to an extent the Chosen Messenger. Did you not think I would appear?"

An emo goth girl was ****? That was certainly a hell of an aesthetic choice for a primordial entity. Her pale skin held a luminescence and her eyes were a black void deserving of her transient nature. Arms crossed across her flat chest, she smiled pleasantly, like this was another conversation in her exceedingly long, fulfilled life.

"What do you want?" Aaron asked. As pretty as she was, she was dangerous. The ends of his hair stood up in attention. This wasn't a human like Batman or a metahuman like Poison Ivy. This was ****. Literally fucking ****. Aaron didn't know where he lay in the cosmic order but he was sure the placement wouldn't have changed just how threatening and powerful she was. ****. Yes, with a mere glance, he could tell she was something else. Lurking within her was wisdom, endurance, and otherworldly omnipotence.

"Would you believe me if I said I'm here to see that demonic penis dangling between your legs." Pause. She laughed to herself. "Joking. I'm ****. I am here because I have to be. That is all."

"I sincerely doubt that." Aaron stared at her, unamused. "You have something to tell me."

"Hm. Okay, you got me. I do," **** admitted, black lips smiling. She started prancing around his room, chippery as she glanced between his bed, the white walls, and the fluids thrown on the floor. She suddenly leaned down, scooped a bit of said fluids, and plopped it into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed. Flaps of delight stirred the world. "Delicious. What I wished to tell you was advice. The hierarchy of the world is strange because there is no set hierarchy. It's constantly shifting. There's Eclipso, the Spectre, the Fifth Dimensional Imps, the Monitors, the angels, the Hands…us, the Endless, the Great Darkness, the Presence…You and Empty hand. Yet sometimes, mortals like the Justice League are able to threaten the cosmic order. For example, the mighty Wonder Woman was able to bind her Lasso of Truth with Element X in the World Forge. She created a link between everyone and history, creating a stream of Anti-Crisis Energy that rivalled even us, the Endless. The Hands of the Presence who were thinking of recreating this crisis-induced multiverse decided to reconsider their plans. Destiny had changed. The **** of the universe had altered."

Aaron cocked a brow. "You think I'm going to shift the hierarchy again? Sorry, I have no interest in any of that."

"Perhaps, perhaps not." **** sat down next to him, legs dangling. She was shorter than she looked. "The Endless were once troubled by a group called the Challengers of the Unknown. The Book of Souls chained to my older brother, Destiny, could not understand or read their actions. They were invisible. Unpredictable. They were changing the predetermined events of the universe. Luckily, your little Earthly super heroes–Batman, Green Lantern, and Supergirl–helped fix this cosmic mistake."

"I am not the same as the Challengers of the Unknown. I'm staying in Gotham. I'm not leaving. I have no interest in stirring trouble."

"I'm not saying you are, I'm saying you could be. And a potential danger on a multiversal scale is too great to just ignore. So far, my older brother hasn't detected you. Evidence that you have the potential of something true and powerful." Aaron side-eyed her. **** chuckled, easy-going as ever. Her tongue glided across her black lips. "See, it is not just my older brother Destiny that has not noticed you. Even Elaine Belloc, the new Presence, has not seen you in all her wise omnipotence. Interesting, is it not? The one granted control over creation does not even know about said creations."

"And in your inferior omniscience, you noticed me."

"Only because you indirectly killed someone in such a blazing manner. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known you appeared." **** sighed and looked up at the popcorn ceiling. It should have been the least interesting sight in her existence yet her eyes glimmered. "I do not know what you are. I do not know what the Presence had intended to do with you or how you and the Chosen Messenger truly came to be. Frankly, this whole Chosen One business was told to no one, not even me or my brothers and sisters. If your little Angel Whore hadn't flaunted the term, it would have escaped ****'s vision. My vision."

'The Chosen Messenger…the Manhunter. I see.'

The Chosen One, the Chosen Messenger, the Chosen Bride…how quaint. The roles were so organized he wondered why the Presence–why the Writer–even assigned them.

"Tell me, do you dream?" **** asked.

Aaron's answer was immediate. "Never."

"I rest my case. You are undetectable. An impossibility. An existence beyond the Endless."

"So what happens now?" Aaron chuckled and craned his neck towards her. "I fuck you and we go on our merry way?"

**** glanced at his face, then down at his dangling member. Her smile spread. She licked her black lips. "Next time, maybe. No offence, but if you and I fuck, the entirety of my core might shake. **** may cease to exist in particular universes. I need to be ready. Cautious." Her hands brushed his thigh as she got up. She raised her arms and stretched, showing her magnificent complexion and her slender figure. "My form isn't exactly built for sex either. I believe I'm an A-cup? It is not impressive."

"It's fine. I don't mind flat chests," Aaron replied, looking her over. Her tight black pants, her spiked belt, and her dark shoulder-strap top complimented her nature. If **** could take shape, it shouldn't be in the form of a grim reaper or an old man. **** should be a hot goth girl. It just made sense. Aaron was convinced. "Next time then."

"Next time." Without looking back, she went past his door and into the darkness. "Aaron Reigner." Her final words echoed as she faded into her next reality–her next ****. The chill that he had been gripping the room dissipated.

Aaron breathed.

'A talk with **** was not on my agenda today. Jeez.' He scratched the back of his head. Afterwards, he peered down at his flaccid dong. The wetness he expected was gone. Fluids, cum, sweat, it all dissipated the moment he glanced at it. Perhaps it was a sign of his abilities. Although he could not wield omnipotence yet, he could manipulate himself to an extent.

Ivy had forcibly awakened his powers. No, actually…considering the sexual nature of his hypnosis and its similarities to Ivy's pheromones, it would be accurate to say he had unconsciously copied his powers from her. The same manner he imitated Lady Shiva's climbing. His trio of followers had said he could do anything and they likely weren't exaggerating. It was a part of his skill set, his powers–to copy and imitate.

He wondered what else he could do…