Young Gods (comics) - Fictional Team History

Fictional Team History

One thousand years ago, the Celestials announced that they would return in a millennium to judge humanity. The male godheads of the various pantheons agreed to prepare to battle them. Fearing that the Celestials were too powerful, Gaea gathered the female godheads and formed an alternate plan: to prove humanity's worth by choosing 12 individuals, each one representing the best of a human activity, knowledge, endeavor or talent (such as music or hunting), making them into gods, and putting them into a magical sleep under the Earth, watched over by goddesses (each pantheon taking turns) until the Celestials returned. After a failed attack by the Asgardians, Gaea presented the Young Gods to the Celestials who accepted them, judging that Earth would survive. They then left for space, taking the Young Gods with them to educate them.

After years of waiting on the silent and unmoving Celestials for a sign, the Young Gods go mad and descend into deviant behavior for the hopes of even the slights of acknlowedgements. They then decide that the Celestials must wish for them to use their powers and act on their own. Upon deciding this, the group left the Celestials' spacecraft and returned to earth where they intended to use the consciousness of all humans on the planet to create a new Celestial. They decide to start with the island nation of Madripoor and extend outwards. Upon learning of this, the Eternals, who were unaffected by the Young Gods' power to drain consciousness, encountered and attempted to stop them. Eventually, the Eternals convince Varua that the Celestials may have been testing them with their silence and coming to Earth may be the wrong choice. While Varua hesitates to ponder the possibility of being wrong, she is killed and the other Young Gods immediately fall to the ground, seemingly dead.

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