The Speed to Rob a Queen's Heart - Olivarry

The Impossible, Part 2

The Night Before

"You are different. You are Adrian Chase no longer."

"What, I'm Prometheus?" Adrian laughs.

"Yes. You are who challenges the omnipotence of the Gods."

"Oh, so you?"

"No.

A crisis is imminent. Someone is coming, someone far, far more powerful than myself."

"Who?"

"The God you'll challenge, of course. Remember...

You are now someone else. Something else."

The Monitor steps closer with a look fixing his features that instills fear in Adrian.

"Else? What else?" Adrian gulps, too weakened by fear to laugh the tension off.

"You are Adrian Chase no longer," The Monitor repeats, only deeper. "You are Prometheus."

Adrian steps back. The scene of stars beginning to overwhelm him. Everything that's happened so far registers. With Beatrice, with Barry, Oliver...

Prometheus is a piece of his past. And Beatrice... sweet, sweet Beatrice, she's his future. She'd save Arkham City (that dress of hers he'd gifted certainly not her costume for such a crusade), and he'd save her -- from the weight that follows, of course. He'd meet her with love after waiting for her destiny's completion, transitioning, alongside her, into their merged fate.

Or so he thought.

The Monitor whisks his index, spelling dizziness into Adrian. That's not all, though, as the demons and desires Adrian sires busy his head, simultaneously attacking his heart.

Adrian, no, Prometheus, The Monitor swears, groans in pain. He claws onto his hair, falling to his knees. "What- the hell... are you doing to me? Please..." He manages to voice through this sudden torture.

"The Crisis needs cosmic aids in order to prevail. To win," the cosmic god explains. "Not dearly weak, pathetic mortals. Ones that fear truth, that betray honor."

"Sto-stop," Adrian cries, ears ringing and skin burning. His eyes lock, though his head directs at the metallic ground they're positioned on.

"Challenge my omnipotence," The Monitor requests. "Prometheus," he calls, "challenge this bond."

"No!" Adrian shouts, cursing this dimension with echoes of such denial. He tries to stand, but The Monitor's spell of pain and suffering grows stronger, and him... weaker.

So Adrian stays glued down. He roars in agony, enduring worlds worth of pain. Having been so long since his identity was defined to be a pair, for that he hardly remembers Simon Morrison, the only memory true in this unwarranted transition is Prometheus. That orphan boy, that Arkham prisoner.

Adrian whimpers as he loses his senses. In this state, he truly believes his place is not meant for the stars, but for the asylum. His mentality isn't just scared. It's in disorder.

And in what The Monitor knows is Adrian's last mortal breath he takes, the darkness The Monitor orchestrates (with the duet of the universe's demons and Adrian's own) swallows the last of Adrian's light.

"Don't be scared, Simon," The Monitor, on his knees, whispers with a delivery acting sincere as he watches the tired being closely. It's so reminiscent of Eobard's tongue swearing Megan to his Beatrice; the parallel just as burdening. "This is not only your destiny I must weaponize to defeat one's trials in stopping this Crisis, for that is why I'm early gathering my soldiers. I rid of Eobard Thawne for I, not you and your... friends."