Prologue
She refused him.
She had refused his request to die when this universe ended. She had smiled patiently at him as she explained her reasoning. As she explained how, as her champion, he was still needed in the multi-verse. To right the wrongs that had been done and were still occurring, hoping to appeal to his inner hero.
And he hated her for it, mostly because it was working.
He had already seen the end of his line come to pass and wanted desperately to join his family. He knew of course that should he choose to do so, and persist until his mistress granted his request, he would be leaving innocent people to die or suffer.
His conscience was screaming at him to do as his mistress had said and leave those other thoughts behind. His selfish voice, while admittedly the smaller voice, was roaring at him to leave his position and tell her to fuck off.
He snorted at the thought before thinking of his mistress.
He was absolutely sure that she was smiling or laughing indulgently at his inner monologue, much like how a parent would indulge a spoiled child. He grimaced then, thinking of his relatives and how they spoiled his cousin. Sighing irritably through his nose, he looked out into the far reaches of space watching as the universe collapsed in on itself. The darkness of space was replaced with nothing but white that crept slowly towards him. The end wouldn't hurt him but he needed to leave.
A door appeared at his side. It was plain looking but his mistress was already on the other side. He could feel her and the pull that she emitted. He took a breath and opened the door. Death gave him a small, genuine smile when she saw him and pointed to the direction he was supposed to go. He made his way towards his new destiny, and new home for who knows how long.
As he passed some sleeping people on the way there he had another thought.
At least I will have some help on my next great adventure.