Prologue: Interlude 1-1; Coil
It was a mystery that left a sense of confusion within Thomas Calvert mind; for he simply could not understand. What had just happened?
For many years he believed he could control destiny, he of the tall, lanky form and double lifes. For now, despite his cunning intelect and sharp mind, he could barely grasp the new understanding of his powers.
Once more, for the umpteenth time and despite his throbbing headache, he simply split his timelines and went out into the chilling winter night.
One of him, stood besides his computer, on his cozy suburban house. The other went to work as the mysterious and elusive supervillian known Coil.
He entered his office, managed today's affairs to send most of his men to gather some information in ways not meant to let be recorded in a true timeline, and waited for the next step towards the new understanding of his new power.
Privately, however, he frowned and muttered darkly about the horrors that he was to perceive. Of the sense of mounting dread for the welfare, of both his body and soul.
He still wasn't quite sure what had caused the change of Noelle Meinhardt into that thing. Or how it affected his own powers, but if he managed to survive past that point in the timeline (possible in a few simulations) and manage to seduce her to his service (not possible so far) his power would be forever changed.
He had always believed he only had two options. To split the world, and choose one or another. Now he could choose none.
And he had to find out after looking at the being that Noelle Meinhardt had become. The being made of multiple fractals and infinite dimensions, of impossible angles and bubbling possibilities. It was then, that with the unholy cry of 'Tekeli-li' the abomination emerged. Its chant, even more maddening after so many times he heard it, was next.
He shuddered, and called the Undersiders into the Bunker. They did not last, and Tattletale only managed to become a quivering wreck, like he himself became after witnessing the being true form.
Every time he managed to take a glimpse of Noelle Meinhardt true form he felt his soul whimper, and his body be ravaged apart. It was as if the blasphemous being simply devoured both timelines at the same time, and then he woke up six hours in the past, screaming and muttering of things men is meant not to see, and capable of trying relieving this fate one more time.
He commandeered his troops to capture her to no avail, and only managed to wreck the Bunker before looking at the abomination once more. He tried to talk to her through a proxy, but the thing had a contempt for him that he could not understand. He tried bribing her, threatening her, the travelers, and every single method of cohesion he could think of. Nothing worked, and on one timeline he even managed to glimpse at the utter destruction of Brockton Bay and the Triumvirate at the hands of the Abomination.
Coil now feared something more than any Endbringer.
It was after the three-hundred, seventy two time he split realities that he could no more. His head ached with a throbbing pain, and his sanity felt ravaged and about to break. And thus that day he let Noelle Meinhardt go unmolested. Leaving only a cadre of disposable goons to show her the exit as quickly as possible.
He knew perfectly what the thing was capable of after all, and it could not be let free, else he feared the fate of mankind.
The rest of his men had a single mission at the moment, keep an eye on the abomination. If he was still alive then, he would user her visage for his purposes after he was rested.
After all his affairs were taken care of, Coil picked up his phone, and made a single call. Not a moment later he went to sleep, and dreamt of the Crawling Chaos.