Hello, ladies and gentleman, I present you with the prologue to my new crossover. Now if you are wondering what happened to Heller before this story I recommend you read "Lies of the father" It is the backstory for all my prototype stories.

Alex J. Mercer was a being of numerous talents and over a thousand different lifetimes of experience. Even though he was only a few years old, the philosophers within his mind proclaimed it poetic and sad. A monster with a thousand faces, yet he lacked a face of his own. The closest thing he had? The face of his creator, the face of a monster.

At the moment Alex was simply standing beside his stolen commercial helicopter, enjoying the memories of a particularly annoying young victim of his. He took great pleasure in reliving her last moments of despair. In truth he was distracting himself from his own inner turmoil; in the last few months, he had come across two contradictory examples of humanity.

James Heller was the perfect example of everything wrong with humanity, a savage with no free will. Constantly after the orders of others in his human life as a soldier, and then when Alex decided to gift the fool with freedom what did he do? He turned on him, killing several of his evolved servants and attempting to devour him!

The only good thing that came of Heller was the tendril abilities his mutant strain created, Alex thought as he lifted his hand forming a mass of black and red tentacles into the shape of a small sphere.

He had been given the polar opposite in the form of Amaya. She was smart; unlike her father, she refused to follow others, and she never took anything at face value. If not for her misplaced affection for her father and her annoyingly resilient DNA she would have been a perfect candidate for evolution.

Alex felt ready for people to resist, just as any animal would resist when being forced to take its medicine. They simply didn't know what was best for them. What he had not been ready for was the sheer unquestioning nature of the most of the cities populace.

Blackwatch shoots civilians and no one questions them, after the words of a government that had betrayed them. Unlike New York, the cover-up here was a complete failure. People knew of the horrors Blackwatch was committing and still, they sat back and watched like the sheep they were. He had hoped to drive the wolves apart from the sheep, drive the strong from the weak, and then evolve them. Instead, they cowered and none had shown themselves worthy.

Thus he came back to the same question that had always plagued him, was humanity worth saving? There was so little of humanity worth evolving. Were those few enough to justify keeping the rest of humanity alive to breed new minds? Perhaps wiping out humanity and starting anew would be a better idea. It would take centuries of genetic manipulation to evolve the virus enough to make new complex minds from nothing, but perhaps a world free of humanity would be a better place?

It had also become clear that his sister would always be in danger as long as he tried to remake the world. She refused to stay away no matter what he said or did. She refused to see the corruption and death that coated the world. The world was sick and needed to be remade. Yet even knowing they weren't truly siblings. he couldn't lift a hand against her.

He wanted so often to simply evolve her and keep her by his side for the rest of eternity. His hand stayed by one simple fact; she didn't want to become a monster. If it had been anyone else, he would have evolved her and rewritten her mind until she either enjoyed it. He couldn't do that to her. She was the first person he had ever cared for and beyond that, despite everything he knew, she was his sister.

The thought finally hit him; he would test humanity. He would hibernate for thousands of years, so long that Blackwatch would have faded and his sister would be long dead. If he remained here he would be driven by his need to feel close to his sister, and she deserved a happy life without him trying to remake the world. When he awoke, if humanity still stood then it would prove humans were worth saving. If he awoke to humanity being dead than he would start anew.

Alex Mercer nodded to himself while lifting the helicopter with one hand, throwing it into the neighboring forest. He then proceeded to slam his hand into the ground, his hand morphing into tendrils. The tendrils dug ever deeper into the depths of the earth, searching and searching. Until finally, hours after Mercer had begun, the tendrils found what they were looking for.

It was a large thermal chamber, obviously part of a large volcanic network. Though it appeared to cut off from the main vents, a steady stream of magma flowed around the chamber heating it to blistering temperatures. A perfect place for the virus to slumber without anyone finding it, with the added benefit of allowing the virus to evolve a higher resistance to heat while it remained dormant.

Mercer's form shudder and flowed into the ground with a sickening crack, the tendrils all pulling towards the thermal was over in a matter of minutes. The entirety of the virus was resting within the chamber. The virus layered the inner walls of the chamber, with a thick gray and black carapace.

The carapace was quite like Mercer's own armored form, with a few key differences. If one were to look closely at the outer layer of the carapace they would discover shiny scale's lining it with a slightly reflective surface. If someone were to pull back the scales they would discover layers of nearly impossibly dense ceramic plating. These scales and plates helped to isolate the inner layers of the virus.

Within the carapace black growths covered everything, small glowing orange pustules bathed the inner chamber in a warm orange glow. Mercer stood within the center before melting into the floor of the carapace and fading into the black void of slumber.

End mercers pov

Thus deep within the crust of the earth, the being known as Alex Mercer, Blacklight, Zeus, and The Monster of Manhattan slept. When he awoke he would be unprepared for the world above, but the world above was even less prepared to deal with him.

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