Order of Infinity
A fic set in the Worldburner shared-world setting, by Brother Grimace
"I'm sorry. 'If your quarry goes to ground, leave no ground to go to.' You
should have taken my offer. Or did you think none of this was your fault? "
"I don't murder children."
"I do. If I have to."
"Why? Do you even know why they sent you?"
"It's not my place to ask. I believe in something greater than myself. A better
world. A world without sin."
"So me and mine gotta lay down and die... so you can live in your better
"I'm not going to live there. There's no place for me there - any more than
there is for you. Malcolm - I'm a monster. What I do is evil. I have no
illusions about it, but it must be done."
Mal Reynolds and 'The Operative', from Serenity
The massive, lighted ball had just completed its journey, and the hundreds of
thousands of people that had jammed themselves into Times Square were
celebrating – when the spiral of yellow light appeared in the middle of the
For some reason, there was no stampede or mass hysteria; the people simply
stood as a wave of silence washed across them – across the world, as cameras
transmitted the image of the spiral opening up into a portal of yellow, and a
single man walking through.
"Your world – your reality – is forfeit," the man in the simple yellow
cloak spoke, holding out his closed right hand. "You existence... offends
us. You have no place in the reality that is to be, for you are not that which
was First. Your existence is that of false deities, who seek to claim glory
that rightfully belongs to only the One True Creation."
A singular gasp rose up from ten billion human beings as if from one, even from
persons who were not watching, as the man opened his hand... as if they were all
recoiling from the spiraling of solid light that leaped from his palm silently
into the air above the man, lighting up Times Square and casting unholy shadows
over the crowd as it seemed to circle and swirl about overhead. "I am of the
Order of Infinity," the man spoke. "Your being has been soiled
with the stain of extrapolation... with variation... with a divergence from That
Which Is Real. This can no longer be allowed."
The man turned to lock his gaze upon a single figure within the crowd, barely
forty feet away – and Darian Morg-Haulffer felt Jane Lane's hand grasp his
tightly as the man pointed directly at him. "Long have we suffered the
existence of those like you," he spoke, "for you are a corruption
of what was meant to be. Our knowledge of you and yours was like bitter wine
upon our tongues."
Humanity watched as the energies solidified into a large, glimmering disk of
light - and Darian felt his insides become ice as a bowling ball-sized sphere
of darkness oozed into existence from out of the light, flickering with an
inner lumination of lightning and flame as it rotated slowly overhead. "Today,"
the man said, "we cleanse our palate. Today, in the name of our Lady Judith...
Darian and Jane (along with well over three hundred thousand men and women, all
pressed against one another) shared a single death-shriek as the annihilation
sphere punched downward upon Darian and into his torso, immediately converting
his body – and the bodies of all who were somehow in contact with him – into a
searing wave of black-tinged scarlet flame that seemed to consume everything it
The Purifier felt the flush of warmth as the transport beam spiraled
around him, delivering him from this reality as it began to perish in cleansing
Soon, we will be able to repeat this, he thought, watching as the towers
of Manhattan Island began to collapse and fall into the outgoing waves of
flame. Because of the Lady Judith, we now have leave, and means, from which
to strike the unclean from reality itself... and even though she has given us
much, her very existence is an abomination that which we can only abide until
our task is done.
Explosions rocked the area as the wave of flames headed down through the Earth,
already leaving a chasm larger than the Grand Canyon beneath the Purifier
– who was in transit as the Earth began to die.
Until all who exist... are as The One Who Was.