Regional Gothic in Bellwood, ties into my Cthullu Mythos crossover
The world's most beloved and infamous Hero has yet again saved the day, his emerald stare ablaze with secrets and seeming to glow with their own alien light. His gaze seems to peer through the camera and look through all who view him and words linger in the air like a firm embrace of a god desperately trying to remain human.
There are whispers on the Internet and universal Extranet of cults springing up around the boy burdened with the weight of the universe's prosperity, with an ever growing list of faces to herald in a new dawn. Some call him by another name, claiming him to be a god in his own right.
The whispers of cults turn to murmured fact as the universe as a whole watches the Hero go to trial for remaking the universe after it was destroyed, apparently changed from the original in subtle unknowable ways. An uneasy feeling passes through the universe as all wonder if they too were slightly wrong, unknowablely different from their past self with no frame of reference to gauge themselves against.
Some people, you included, still wake up from feverish dreams of a demon worshiped by a hundred damned universes talking in blasphemous tongues that seems to peel the layers of reality before it reasserts itself with a green glow you've seen so often on the news. On rarer nights you wake to find yourself straddling dimensions, body stepping through them as one might step across a doorway, eyes aglow with a yellow light filled with the barest spark of the great Diagon's power biding it's time to free it's dark master.