Flying through the sky, what draws my attention is the guy who is sitting on a painting stool in front of an easel and seemed to be drawing, painting?. Did I mention he is on the air on a floating platform above the city? And also not wearing a mask? Yeah weird, floating towards him from the front so as not to startle him, he doesn't so much react to my arrival nor glance my way, so probably a thinker or doesn't really just give a fuck, in Brockton bay either and both is possible.
"Hey! Whatchu' doing up here?" I ask cheerfully, while still staying in his field of view. I wonder if his power is telekinesis
"Painting" he responds airily
"Oh? What are you painting? Let me see" I say while moving behind him and the moment I lay my eyes on the portrait my surroundings changes, darkened skies, derelict buildings, cries, shouts, the smell of blood, I see a lot all at once, visions, memories of the moment lives are snuffed out. I ball my hands into fists to stop the shaking 'What is this?' 'Where am I?' 'ohshitohshitohshitohshit did I just get teleported somewhere, or worse did I just get mastered'
I peer into my surroundings, this is undoubtedly Brockton bay only as if behemoth just had a sleepover *BOOM!!* For a moment white fills my vision, I look towards the source and see "Scion?" That is undoubtedly scion, covered in blood, all around him are dozens of cape even more than I've ever seen in an endbringer fight, just what the hell is happening? Scion is tearing through everyone, blood spills like ballooned water, people gets atomized the moment they get close to him and I'm forced to heave out lunch, I look back at the scene and my eyes meets Scion's, he looks at me with eyes one would look an insect, as if saying all this don't matter… we don't matter.
A golden beam is fired my way and I can't move a muscle, death looks at me with an allure only an addict about to get his next fix would have and as quick as it all happens, I find myself staring back at the portrait, I can't help the shudder that goes through me, I wrap my arms around myself "Wh-what w-was t-th-hat?" My voice breaks but I can't bring myself to care.
The boy finally stops his paint brush and looks at me and I see it for the first time, eyes so cold and dead as if light has never peered into it.
"The end of the world" the boy being replies.
That marked my first of many meetings with 'Orpheus, the soothsayer'