Chapter 2 – The Golden Light
As I step through the glowing portal, the freezing Alaskan air hits me like a wall. My boots crunch down onto snow and ice as I emerge from the void… into a new world.
My world was erased—gone without warning—and somehow, by a cosmic accident, I survived.
Now I stand in The Boys' universe. One week before canon begins. Before A-Train runs through Robin. Before the world spirals into the chaos we all know is coming.
I could stop it. I could change everything.
But first… I have to drink the serum.
I pull the vial from my coat pocket—a slender cylinder filled with glowing amber liquid. Just one vial. One small thing. But it holds the power of a million exploding suns. The power of the Sentry. And with it... the Void.
This—this could make me the most powerful being on this Earth.
> "I could stop Homelander. I could prevent the rise of super-terrorists. I could raise the dead… reshape matter… control energy itself."
> "I could be invincible."
I uncap the vial. My hands tremble—not from fear, but anticipation.
I raise the vial to my lips and drink.
...
> "Wasn't something supposed to hap—"
Pain. Power. Light.
It hits me like a star collapsing in reverse. My body glows—no, burns—with golden light. The ground beneath me shakes. Trees ignite. The atmosphere vibrates.
For one brief moment, I contain it.
Then—
I explode.
Light floods the mountains, turning rock into vapor. Forests are reduced to ash. The snow melts instantly, and the blastwave levels everything for miles. The earth becomes glass beneath my feet. The skies crackle with energy.
I fall to one knee in the center of it all.
Reborn.
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Pentagon – Black Room 7
Alarms blare. Red lights pulse overhead as agents in suits and uniforms scramble through the underground command center.
Senior Officer: "What the hell was that? And how the hell did it get through our defenses?"
Male Agent: "Sir, we're not sure. But preliminary scans suggest nothing breached our perimeter."
Senior Officer: "You expect me to believe a nuke just materialized in Alaska?"
Male Agent: "N-No sir, I—I didn't mean—"
Senior Officer: "Shut up." He rubs his temple, then sighs. "How soon can we get a satellite feed? Do we have any loss-of-life estimates?"
Male Agent: "The good news, sir… there were no civilians nearby. Remote tundra. No casualties reported. Satellite feed will be up any second."
Senior Officer: "Fine. And the origin—was it an attack? An experiment? What the hell happened out there?"
Male Agent: "Sir, it... it just appeared. No heat signature before the blast. No launch detection. Just... boom."
Female Agent (from console): "We have satellite visuals, sir. Bringing it up now."
The big screen flickers. Static clears. The image sharpens.
A vast scar across Alaska—hundreds of miles of devastation. Trees gone. Mountains scorched black. The epicenter glows.
The camera zooms.
In the center of the blast zone, standing tall amid molten earth and glassed tundra, is a single silhouette—a man, radiating golden light, unmoving.
A god has arrived.
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