The Genesis of the Void
The realm of the forgotten—where stars once burned bright, and the light of creation was a whisper—was now a graveyard of gods.
A place where the first cracks in reality had been birthed.
The Void, as it existed now, was not a natural phenomenon. It was not just power twisted by madness.
It was a distortion made by design.
Robert Reynolds had always believed the Void was a curse—a punishment. But the truth was far darker. And as his mind teetered between clarity and madness, the hidden layers of his past began to unfold.
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Sentry's origin was not rooted in a laboratory or in the flawed human psyche of Robert Reynolds.
It was rooted in something far older—a fracture in the laws of creation itself.
Long before Reynolds ever became the Sentry, before the serum and the transformations, there existed an ancient order known as The Architects. These cosmic beings—neither good nor evil—were the creators of reality's fundamental laws. They governed the balance of all existence, ensuring that creation and destruction were kept in check.
But within their designs, there was a flaw. An anomaly in the multiverse's code, a paradox in their calculations.
The Void was not a force of chaos; it was an artifact of balance. Created to erase that which should not have been.
But what if the architects made a mistake?
What if they created the Void not to destroy, but to protect reality from a far worse threat?
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In a dimension beyond space and time, the Architects watched.
A great celestial hall, bathed in starless night. They sat in judgment over the state of the multiverse. Their figures, formless, seemed to ripple like liquid light.
And then, one of them spoke.
> "The anomaly has grown. Robert Reynolds is no longer our agent. He is now... something else."
A second Architect spoke.
> "The Sentry was our safeguard, yes. But our calculations were flawed. It was never meant to evolve. It was supposed to be a prison."
A third Architect, a being of unearthly geometries, whispered in an unsettling voice.
> "Perhaps we made the wrong choice in giving him a name. Names anchor concepts. They create bonds. If we let him keep that identity…"
The first Architect's voice grew heavier.
> "Then we must act before he breaks free entirely. He is dangerous now. Not just a man, but a concept."
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Back in the mortal realm, Sentry—Robert Reynolds—struggled to hold his consciousness together.
The others were still reeling from the battle with Superboy Prime. Thor and Strangefate were discussing something quietly, and Spider-Man was busy repairing the webbed remnants of space.
But Robert… was alone.
He was no longer the Sentry. He wasn't just a man. He was the Void itself. But he was also more.
As memories of the Architects began to surface in his mind, so did the first whispers of the truth.
> "You are both a creation and a weapon," the voice of the Architect echoed in his mind. "You were never meant to be. But you are necessary."
Terror coursed through Robert's veins, but it was not the fear of being consumed. It was a fear of becoming what they made him to be.
> "I don't want this…" he whispered, his voice breaking.
And yet, the Void was still there. Pulling at him. Calling to him.
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In the farthest reaches of space, at the boundaries of infinity, the Architects began to act. They had known this moment would come. They had prepared for it.
Their plan was already in motion.
But they did not understand one thing.
The Void was no longer just a weapon.
It had become a force—a living story—that could reshape everything it touched.
And Robert Reynolds was the catalyst.