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In the shadow of the Beyonder

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Summary: Ethan Rayne wanted to make a big mess on Halloween. He really hit the jackpot. (rework of Xander Harris, the Planeswalker)

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-CenteredivanjediFR15510,93003416,3682 Jun 1114 Jul 11No

Chapter One

The Beyonder belongs to Marvel Comics, and his television incarnation to Marvel Entertainment Group. Diablo 2 belongs to Blizzard Entertainment

Important author's note: While I will try to prevent turning this fic into a complete joke, it is intended to be more of an outlet for the many ideas in my head without having to write different fics for all of them than a serious story.




It was the first of November, and the table in the library of Sunnydale High school was covered in several layers of books as the demon – fighter group was gathered, trying to figure out what was the origin of the 'wristbands.' that could be found on the wrists of Xander Harris. Or rather, had become part of the boy's wrists.

Just yesterday, after discovering that the old army fatigues he had intended to use as Halloween costume were ruined, the boy had dug into the stash of old toys into the basement of his parents' home, toys collected over the years by him and his now dead friend Jesse, and they had gotten him an idea. By using pieces of old toys, with some liberal use of silver – colored gaffer tape, and yellow contacts and fake beard purchased from a costume shop, he had made himself a one – time costumef a nearly omnipotent being known as the Beyonder for the Halloween night.




However, he hadn't counted on the fact that the costume shop owner had been a mage, who had spelled every object he sold, so everyone purchasing anything from his shop, however small, would transform into the being represented by his or her costume. As a result, the Beyonder had walked the world briefly during the night, and had apparently left some 'souvenirs' on Xander's body. Solving the mystery as to why or how it happened seemed impossible, as everything they had found so far suggested there shouldn't have been any permanent consequences from the transformation. The fact that the boy remembered nothing of his transformation wasn't helping matters any.

“It would seem that only the being that possessed you can explain what happened to you, Xander.” Giles said wearily, rubbing his temples, more than slightly frustrated by their apparent lack of progress. It didn't help that he felt a growing desire to take one of Buffy's stakes and stuff it into some very uncomfortable places of Ethan's body the longer their seemingly futile search continued.

“That is correct, Rupert Giles.” a deep, echoing voice spoke, causing everyone to look around, looking for the source. “Perhaps this appearance will make interaction easier.” Suddenly, a figure of a tall human male in a silver – colored suit that resembled an armor, with odd haircut and a goatee.

“Demon!” Buffy yelled, but before she could charge, Xander's hands grabbed her and held her with surprising force. The actions drew a weak chuckle from the newcomer.

“That's what's fascinating about the hero types. They never stop trying to do what they believe is right, no matter how impossible the odds against them are.” the figure's expression turned serious. ”As your young friend has already realized, I am the Beyonder. It is somewhat amusing to find myself into a reality where I am known as a character of fiction, of all things. However, the manner in which I appeared here has caused a very serious problem, and while I prefer to leave the humans, as well as the other mortal sentients that are present in various realities, to their own devices, doing so in this case would have caused pointless, large – scale destruction involving my powers, and I do not condone that.

You see, last night's events were sanctioned by the beings that guide those called their Champions in this reality. A mark was placed upon the young man here, ensuring that a portion of the essence of the person possessing him would remain, an thus providing your entire group with the knowledge to deal with some coming crisis, knowledge that you could not obtain otherwise. However, it was expected that he would use a Soldier costume, and thus the remnant would not be dangerous for anyone. As it is, however, it only made sure that a portion of my power was copied into the young man.”

Xander gulped, a portion of the power of an omnipotent being... he remembered the horrors Doctor Doom had unwittingly unleashed while controling (or at least thought he controlled) the Beyonder's powers. Something like this they could certainly do without.

“Good.” the Beyonder said. “So you already see the problem. Not even a mind as powerful as the one belonging to Victor von Doom could handle the minor portion of my power I allowed him to control. Had I not intervened, the powers would have destroyed your mind, and having them violently released on this planet, in this reality, could have easily resulted in its collapse, and with it, all the dimensions linked to it. An entire facet of Creation could have been obliterated.”

Xander shuddered. “You can't stay here forever.” He said, remembering the animated series he had based his costume on. “And when you leave, your intervention will become undone.”

“Correct.” the Beyonder confirmed. “And even if that weren't the case, simply removing the power you have gained from you could easily result in this world's destruction anyway, due to the problems depending on your knowledge to solve. And this is where the wristbands I placed on the boy's hands come in.” the being's eyes focused on the devices, and they seemed to sink into the boy's wrists. “I have made them undetectable for anyone unless you told them in person. They will keep you from accessing nearly all the powers you gained until your mind is ready to handle them, if the time ever comes. At the same time, they will keep the changes I have wrought stable, while allowing you to gain the means to face what is to come... and perhaps, much, much more.”

Xander frowned. “I don't understand.”

“My powers, and by extension what you now possess, are of such nature thy cannot be properly controlled by a machine, no matter how complex. Because of that, I cannot set the wristbands to their existence can be kept stable by a steady flow of energy. Instead, I have set them up to be powered by bursts. Bursts that will be controlled enough to allow you to create temporary – existing pocket dimensions filled with energy constructs mimicking the living creatures in the realities used as templates for their formation, as well as objects that are native to these realities. By creating these dimensions, you would allow for enough energy to pass to the wristbands to keep their existence stable. Furthermore, some of the objects within those dimensions will be retrievable, giving you an edge over anything your home reality can throw at you. Which is more than you are aware of.” The Beyonder smiled, and answered the next, unasked question from Giles, whose eyes he met. “I have grown fond on the hero types, human or not. In this reality, they are currently at a greater disadvantage than any reality I have visited before. I don't mind evening the odds... if the heroes can earn it.

The cosmic entity returned his attention to Xander. “The wristbands will let you know when powering up is necessary, and how powerful. I expect that on average, this means once a week, although it could be more or less depending on the circumstances. Keep in mind that if you create a pocket dimension, and it is not visited, or not completely cleared of energy constructs, there is a possibility that the constructs that remain when the dimension collapses will merge, allowing a creature from the reality used as template to be brought into existence into this one. A creature that will most likely be hostile.

You should also keep in mind that every energy construct that is destroyed, the dispersing energy will affect you and those with you, improving them in some way in accordance to the laws of the template reality. The exact effect will be random, and it may take time to manifest. If the improvements from two or more realities are the same in effect, they will grow independently of each depending on which reality you are using as a template, and you will be able to access the stronger ability. However, sometimes it would take time for the effects to be noticed to manifest fully, and while they will be always beneficial, there is no guarantee it will always be desirable.” The Beyonder's yellow eyes flashed, and a closed envelope appeared on the table. “Inside, you will find the deed for a small property at the outskirts of the town. I have altered the interior so anything you take away from the pocket dimensions will maintain functionality, as if remaining in its own reality. Any object coming from a reality with physical or magical laws too different than this one will lose functionality permanently if it remains outside the storage area for more than twelve hours at a time.” The Beyonder touched Xander's forehead, and Xander clutched his head in pain. “Since unlike the other hero types I've met, you are woefully unprepared for what is to come, I have granted you knowledge of a reality to use for start, as well as the ability to identify realities that you should only use as templates only if you manage to gain proper control over every las one of my powers that you have access to. And remember that not everything you choose to take out from the sub – realities will be without consequences beyond those you could anticipate.”




A/n: The story is undergoing a rewrite because I feel I dug myself into a hole with the way I had to give the Gang powers :( I just hope I didn't set myself for a fall once again by doing it this way, as now I have two paths of empowerment to juggle.
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