Chapter 89 – The Void That Lives
They stood in silence.
Cisco. Wells. Caitlin. Barry.
The confession still hung in the air—Dante's truth, buried for years, now exposed like a raw nerve. They had spoken gently, told him he wasn't alone. That mistakes didn't define him. That he still had family.
But that word—family—was about to be tested.
Because then he came.
A sharp, screeching hum echoed through the Cortex, followed by a gust of cold, metallic air. The lights flickered. Shadows twisted unnaturally on the walls. Then—footsteps.
Heavy. Steel-toed. Like death itself had learned how to walk.
He emerged from the shadows, clad in a jagged suit of blackened armor—etched with glowing red symbols, shaped like veins crawling across his body. His presence was wrong. The air around him bent and shimmered, humming with something that didn't belong to this world.
Then came the voice—raspy, grating, like gravel being crushed under a dying whisper.
"Ohhh… how adorable," he said, mockingly. "You killed your own brother… and now look at you. You have a new family."
They all turned slowly.
The Black Order stood before them. In the flesh.
And he was smiling behind the mask.
A soft, patient smile.
Then, without warning—he reached up and unlatched the helmet.
The metal hissed, releasing a soft mist of heat.
The mask fell to the floor with a clatter.
And every breath in the room stopped.
Even Dante.
Even Barry.
They froze.
Because it wasn't just a face.
It was Leon.
The same red hair. The same sharp cheekbones. But older. Hardened. And something in his eyes burned unnaturally—glowing red, brighter than any normal human could possess. And on his forehead, a large, healed scar—curved, violent—where the fatal blow had once been struck.
He was alive.
He was here.
"Leon…" Dante breathed, taking a step back, his legs trembling.
Leon tilted his head. "Brother… I missed you so much."
Dante's eyes widened in disbelief. "But you… you died. I—I saw you. I killed you."
Leon smiled wider. "Did I?"
His voice sent shivers across the room.
"I mean… sure," he said, stepping forward, "you hit me. Real hard, too. I was gone. Dead, by every human standard. Brain bleeding. Heart still. But that's the thing, isn't it? Death is relative."
He turned his gaze slowly toward Barry.
"And your good friend here," Leon said with venomous warmth, "he was so kind. He picked up my body. He buried me. How sweet."
Barry tensed.
Leon's smile sharpened. "But what he didn't realize… was that in that moment, when the Speed Force cloaked his body and wrapped around mine—something woke up."
He tapped his temple.
"The Void Force."
Caitlin blinked. "Void Force…?"
Leon nodded. "It lives in us. Me. Dante. Even our little baby brother."
"Wait," Wells cut in. "The third one have it as well???"
Leon nodded solemnly. "You'll meet him soon enough. But this is about me. You see… the Void Force isn't like the Speed Force. It's not tied to time. It's tied to emptiness. To death. And it doesn't wake up unless…"
He looked directly at Barry.
"Unless it brushes against something powerful. Something like the Speed Force."
Barry took a step back, realization dawning in his eyes.
"You mean… when I carried your body…"
Leon chuckled. "Yes. You resurrected me."
Cisco looked like he'd been slapped.
"So you're saying…" he began. "Barry created you."
Leon grinned. "Technically, yes. Without Barry… there is no Black Order."
Silence again.
Everyone looked to Barry.
Cisco's mind raced. "Then… if Barry didn't go back in time—"
"There would be no Black Order," Leon finished for him.
Dante's voice cracked. "No… this can't be real. This is wrong. You died. I killed you. I buried you in my mind every single day—"
Leon cut him off. "No, Barry buried me. You just started it."
He stepped closer to his younger brother, face unreadable.
"But I'm not mad, Dante. I'm thankful. You helped me wake up. You showed me what family really is—what betrayal tastes like. And that lesson stuck with me."
Caitlin looked sick. "This is… impossible. You're telling me a cosmic force of void, of death, was awakened by Barry… during a rescue mission?"
Leon smirked. "Irony, right? Time is so funny. You travel to the past to learn the truth… and in doing so, create the very monster you were searching for."
Cisco spoke again. "So… we didn't find the Black Order… we made him."
Leon slowly raised his arms, wide like an actor on a stage.
"I was a name. A whisper. A broken memory in Dante's guilt. And now, thanks to you—thanks to Barry—I have form. I have purpose."
Barry's voice was low. "What do you want?"
Leon lowered his arms. "What I've always wanted. To be seen. To be remembered. To have a voice. You all took that from me when you buried the truth. But now… now I have power. Now I have the Void."
Wells stepped forward. "If this is true, if you are what you say—then you understand how dangerous this is. You're destabilizing the timeline."
Leon shrugged. "Time has always been broken. I'm just… embracing the cracks."
Dante finally found his strength. "Leon… you don't have to do this. Please. We can fix this. We can help you."
Leon's eyes dimmed.
"You're too late," he said. "You had your chance. I died in the streets And now, I am what came after."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"You want to fight the Black Order? You want to erase me from history?"
He stepped closer to Barry.
"Then be ready. Because you'll have to kill the man you brought back."
And with that, the Void began to pulse from Leon's body—twisting the air, dimming the light, wrapping around him like smoke.
In seconds, he vanished.
Leaving behind only the sound of his laughter.
Cisco exhaled. "We… we created him."
Barry clenched his fists.
"I know."
Wells looked grim. "We've broken something. Time's no longer a line. It's a spiral. And the center of that spiral… is Leon."
Caitlin looked at Barry. "What do we do now?"
Barry's voice was low. Cold. Certain.
"We stop him."
And far away—in the silence between dimensions—Leon stood alone in a world of void.
And smiled.
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