Author’s Note: OH MY
GOD!!!!! MUCHO THANKS TO MY FRIEND
ZELDAAAAAA!!! You could almost call her
a co-creator to this! I had the basic
idea for this, but I needed help with it!
And through a HUGE RPG that she and I did after matching them to gods of
mythology, we designed exactly how they operate and everything. THANK YOU again, Zelda!!!
Oh
yeah! If I mention just a character
name, that means their suit is identical to the one that they currently have in
the DCU (as of early 2001 months, ‘round Feb. and March). I will list differences, promise!
Legalities: Original
concepts of characters belong to their creators, what’s been done to them is
the fault of myself and Zelda.
Rating: R for
language and goriness. (Goriness was
decided by Zel and I, but I like cussing sometimes, so nyah!) Also sexual situations!
Continuum:
Elseworld!!
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Chapter One
By: Carmen Wayne
Screaming
of pain and agony filled the blackened air.
Dead trees covered the barren landscape, forming a theme that frightened
many. One, solitary path of light gray
weaved through this forest. One walking
along it would remain untouched by the creatures that roamed, but would often
find one of their victims pinned to walls, trees or fences. Anyone within could not die, not easily, for
they were not just common mortals.
A man
casually paced down the gray path, emotionless in face. He wore a suit of metallic, dark blue
material and a dark red ‘S’ on his chest.
A long, dark red cape trailed behind him. The man strutted off the path and walked to part of a brick wall
that was standing, the rest of it rubble.
Pinned to it as a younger man clad in black with robin’s egg blue
designs streaking across his chest. His
black hair, streaked with dark blue, was matted down by sweat, and blood. His hands were pinned apart by barbed wire
and his suit was torn and slashed, blood freshly trailing down.
“My, my,”
the first man said mockingly. “How the
mighty have fallen.”
“Fuck off,
Superman,” the young man sneered, unable to lift his head.
Superman
chuckled at the attitude. He lifted the
man’s head and looked at his cut up face.
“Such
language, Nightwing. Especially from
you! I thought Bruce raised you
better.”
He placed a
hand on a large gash on Nightwing’s head and his hand lit in blue. Nightwing gritted his teeth, feeling the
wound begin to heal.
“Why are
you here?” he asked.
“Well, see,
I have this little dilemma. Diana is
just so upset because she can’t find Donna!
And we know that you, being her best friend and leader of the team she’s
part of, should have some clue, hmm?”
“Yeah,”
Nightwing said, snickering. “Like I’ll
tell you.”
Superman placed
his hand on another gash, the one from before now glowing robin egg blue as he
had triggered Nightwing’s body to start healing him.
“I don’t
get you, Dick. You have abilities
beyond the common man, and yet you feel you should be on their level. Why?”
“Two eyes,
two ears, hands, arms, chests… We all
look the same.”
“This
doesn’t answer my question, Dick.”
Superman let out an exasperated sigh.
”Where is Donna?”
Nightwing
sneered at him and spit in his face.
“I’m not
telling you, so go jerk off on Diana or Barbara!”
Superman
kept his composure as he wiped the spit off his face.
“Why when I
have Cassandra?”
“YOU SICK—“
“Heheh.”
Nightwing
started struggling with the barbed wire binds and leaned forward to get into
Superman’s face.
“Why don’t
you untie me and say that AGAIN?!” he hollered.
“Why don’t
you make me?” Superman replied blandly.
“Son of a—“
“When
you’re ready to cooperate, and tell us what we want to know, we’ll let you go,”
Superman said. “Until then…”
There was a
loud roar in the distance, fast approaching.
Nightwing’s eyes widened, knowing what that meant. Superman waved tauntingly. In a bolt of blue lightning, he vanished
from sight to leave Nightwing to his torture.
****
In the
dreary streets of London, clubbers and shoppers walked in their every day
rush. A young man stood at the edge of
an alley way, watching as they walked past him. His black hair and tan skin caused his bright brown eyes to stand
out more than anything. He wore a dark
green shirt and knuckle guards, black cargo pants and boots complimenting
them. He was obviously waiting for the
arrival of a certain someone.
‘Thirty
minutes late…’ he thought, staring up at Big Ben. ‘Hope everything’s okay, but I can only wait ten minutes longer…’
Across the
cobblestone street, near a restaurant, a robed figure peered out. The all-concealing robe was black, but
shimmered with silver. The person
scanned the streets, until the man across from the person came into view. The person folded their hands together under
the bell sleeves as they carefully sprinted across the street, around people
and cars.
The man saw
the person and stood straight, beginning to breathe harder in anticipation.
“I didn’t
think you’d make it…” he said.
“I’m so
sorry, Kyle…” the feminine voice said.
The robe
seemed to melt away to drape over the woman’s shoulders, and clasp down below
her upper chest with a single silver object.
Now, it revealed her skirt and lace-up top that matched the robe in
color. Her silver highlighted, black
hair was pulled back in a pony tail.
Kyle Rayner touched her shoulder, trying to breathe normal as he stared
at that hand.
“Donna…
Donna, I’ve—“
Donna Troy
placed a finger to his lips. He looked
up at her, hurt in his eyes. Donna
wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Kyle returned it full force, bringing her as
close to his body as possible. Donna
let out a slight cry into his mouth as tears fell from her shut eyes. Kyle pulled away a few inches and looked at
her, concerned. He gently wiped the
tears from her eyes.
“Donna…
you’re shaking… why don’t you give yourself to Kal?” he asked, almost pleading.
“And suffer
the fate of my teammates?” she whispered.
“No.” She pulled away from him,
shaking her head. “I love them dearly,
Dick, Roy, Garth… But Kyle, you know I
have to do what I must. What you help
them do… You used to be one of us!”
“I merely
saw we were better than them,” Kyle said, waving a hand out to the passers-by.
“We are
not!” Donna cried out. “Just because
we’re so much more stronger does not give us the right…. We should be
protecting them, not doing what you and your stupid LEAGUE does!”
“Donna… I love YOU, and only you—“
“And I love
you, but my emotions can’t get in the way of this. You hear me?! These
people NEED me!” she screamed, gesturing around. She shoved him into the brick wall behind him, her blue eyes
blazing into an angry red aura. “And no
matter how much I want to have you near me, have you TOUCH me, I have a duty to
stand up to you and your bastard LEAGUE!”
Kyle lit up
in bright green. When it faded, he was
the Green Lantern. His mask covered his
face, but also went back to form ram-like horns. His teeth had turned to fangs and his fingers were claws.
People saw
the display and immediately cleared the streets, knowing what it meant. The Lantern circled Donna AKA Troia, ready
for any more attacks, but not ready to deliver his own.
“I won’t
fight you!”
“You won’t
have a choice! Tell me, Kyle, what’s
the REAL reason you haven’t turn me in to the JLG? Hmm?”
“I don’t
know, maybe because I LOVE you?!”
“You know,
you KNOW! This hurts me! The sacrifices, the rituals… when you were
with us, you were a heavenly, romantic man…
Caring and compassionate. But
the MOMENT Diana and Kal-El offered you a spot on the panel, you changed into a
ruthless son of a bitch!”
“Mortals
don’t matter in any way except entertainment.
And if they worship us, we protect them!”
Troia spun
away, rubbing her head.
“I’m not
HEARING this!” she exclaimed.
The Lantern
gripped her arm from behind.
“Dammit,
Donna…”
Troia spun
around, eyes flaring even more. Her
fist lit up in bright silver a second before she socked him across the jaw.
“DON’T
TOUCH ME!!!” she screamed. She elbowed
him in the head with all her strength, knocking him into the wall again. “Kyle Rayner… Green Lantern… Hiruko… What
EVER. I love you, but until you stop
this ego-trip, it’s over.”
She turned
away and in a swirl of silver glitter, she was gone. The Lantern sneered a little, hurt and angered.
‘Then it’s
over,’ he thought, thoroughly ready to kill someone. ‘The JLG is too important to spare for you, princess.’
****
The
cathedral of Notre Dame stood tall and gothic over all who passed by it. Lights and torches lit it up, giving it an
even more intimidating look. Down below
it, a teenage boy sprinted down the street, holding the hand of a young girl
child. Both had black hair and blue
eyes (except his hair had green streaks in it). The teenage boy wore brown utility pants and a white
T-shirt. The girl wore her hair in a
French twist, and had on green overalls and T-shirt.
The boy
stopped when they were in front of the main cathedral doors and dropped down in
front of the 4 year old.
“Lian… when
you go in there, you CAN’T show them, or tell them what you are, got it?” he
asked.
“Mmmhmm,”
Lian Harper said, nodding. She teared
up a little. “Timmy, how long am I
gonna be there?”
She
gestured at Notre Dame. Timothy Drake
sighed and hugged her.
“You stay there
until either I, Cassandra, or your father come for you, okay?”
“B-But… you
guys can’t enter!”
“We’ll find
a way, princess. We always do.” He pulled from her and stood, leading her to
the doors. “You go in there and plead
Sanctuary from JLG and they’ll give it to you.”
“’kay…”
Tim touched
the door and it opened up just enough for Lian to enter.
“I’ll see
you later, Lian.”
“Be
careful, please?”
Without
waiting, she entered the cathedral. Tim
watched as she went to find a priest.
He let out a sorrowful sigh and shut the door by simply moving his hand
outwards. He turned to leave, but
gasped.
Standing
before him was the Batman. His glowing
white eyes stood out bright since the rest of his entire face was covered in
black material. The suit he wore was
ribbed and caged that gave him a multi-shaded black look. His cape seemed to disappear into the
pavement’s shadows.
“Hello,
Timothy. Smart to bring the daughter of
a Titan to a cathedral of the One-God,” he said in a dark voice.
“Anubis…” Tim
whispered.
“Oh,
please, you can call me Bruce.”
“No, that’s
okay!”
In a split
second, he slammed into Batman hard, knocking him backwards. He shoved his way through him and sprinted
away. Batman faded into the shadows…
Tim
continued running down the dark streets, panicked. As he crossed under a street light, he was almost convinced that
Batman wasn’t going to give chase, until the man dropped from the shadows above
the street light and landed in front of him.
Tim skidded to a stop and crashed to the ground. Before he could have Batman act upon the
situation, he vanished in a display of a red and gold explosion. Batman’s eyes slanted as he grinned under
the face mask.
“Bad, bad
boy.”
With a
swirl of black clouds and a flash of silver lightning, he too vanished from the
street.
****
A teenage
girl paced back and forth in a large area, nervous. It was a gray and black temple, with a risen pathway that led
from a huge doorway far back, clear to a sort of altar that spanned the entire
front of the temple. That is where she
paced. Her blonde hair was left to hang
at her shoulders. She wore a black
midriff with a ‘W’ symbol on it with a ‘G’ to the side. She had a blue mini skirt and thigh-high
boots that had stars running down the sides of them.
‘Oh God… Oh
God… if they find Donna, it’s over…’ she thought, panicked.
There was a
soft flutter and a flash of blue behind her.
She turned to see a teenage boy standing there.
“Superboy!”
she exclaimed. “What did you find
out?!”
“Wonder
Girl… Cass… I can’t even access the Black Realm beyond Purgatory,” he
sighed. “J’onn, Arthur, Bart and Anita
are *stuck* there. Whatever spell Donna
used on the gate, it’s stronger than even Kal, Diana or Bruce.”
Cassie
Sandsmark’s eyes closed and she let out a ragged sigh.
“Poor Bart…
poor Anita… But I know Donna had no
choice.”
Kon-El
touched her cheek. She opened her eyes
and locked them with his.
“Cassandra,
I have something I need to tell you…”
“Yes?”
“It’s about
you and m—“
There was a
flash of red and gold. Cassie gasped
and Kon held her protectively as they turned.
From the light fell Tim, who was bleeding from gashes on his arms. Cassie cried out and ran to him. She lifted him into her arms and kissed his
cheek lightly.
“Timothy… Timothy, what happened?” she asked, eyes
welling with tears.
“I-I… I
wasn’t fast enough… Wally… he caught me… Bruce… he… he…”
“Shh…”
Cassie
gently brushed his lips with hers as she took each of his hands in hers. She closed her eyes and immediately the
gashes lit in bright gold from her magic.
Kon, standing off in the same place as before, sneered a little.
“Look, Kyle
and I are due to play some golf.”
He rolled
his eyes, noticing they weren’t paying attention. A gentle spiral of blue streamers formed around him, and then he
was gone.
Tim’s head
dropped back as Cassie’s powers continued to run through him. He let out a faint moan and clasped her
hands tighter.
“Cass…” he
said weakly. “Don’t… don’t stop…”
“It’ll be
okay, love…” she whispered. “You’ll be
better soon…”
He arched
back and moaned again. Cassie’s eyes
rolled into the back of her head as she began to concentrate the powers more on
alleviating the pain, and also bringing pleasure into his every vein. Finally, after a long moment passed, she
released his hands and the gold replaced with the reddish gold magic of his
own, running along the gashes as they healed.
He leaned into her and held onto her.
“I don’t
deserve a girl like you,” he said.
“Always doing things for me…”
“You do it
for me, when I need it…”
“Kon would
never do that.”
“Yes he
would…” She stroked his cheek gently
and held him. Her eyes wandered around
the large temple. “If only he could see
why we’re in league with the Titans and not the JLG…” She pulled him up so she could look him in the eyes. “The ceremony is in an hour, their
worshippers will be here soon. And as I
recall… you owe me a little gift?” she asked.
Tim grinned
a little, but then winced.
“Can we
wait until my arms can wander a little more?” he asked.
Cassie
chuckled and nodded.
“Anything
for you, wuss.”
“I am so
not a wuss. I just got whupped by
Batman.”
“You stub
your toe and you whine.”
“I don’t
need this abuse.”
****
“FOUR!”
A golf ball
launched into the air. Just as it was
about to hit the green, it itself lit in a flaming green light and slammed into
the hole, smoldering. Superboy hauled
off and decked the Green Lantern in the arm.
“No powers,
you asshole!” he yelled.
“Ow! Hey!
Look, gimme a break, okay?” the Lantern asked.
“HELL
no. Mannn, what’s wrong with you,
Hiruko?”
The Lantern
twirled his club and shrugged his shoulders.
“Anticipation
of the ceremony in five, I guess. And
thinking about J’onn and Arthur. Poor
guys, all stuck in the Black Realm.”
Superboy
shrugged.
“No
offense, dude, but I’m far more concerned over Anita and Bart.”
“Pshah,
WHY?”
“Why?! Man, I grew UP with them!”
“That’s no
excuse. They were acting like those
STUPID Titans!”
“You used
to be one!”
The Green
Lantern patted his head and smiled darkly.
“Then I got
smart.”
Superboy
rolled his eyes and smacked the Lantern’s hand away.
“And what
about Donna?”
Instantly
angered, the Green Lantern’s eyes blasted up in bright green, and then a even
brighter red. He grabbed Superboy by
the collar.
“Don’t you
say her NAME!”
“Okay! Okay, sorry!”
The Lantern
let him go and stretched out his neck and shoulders.
“I should
pay you back for that one,” he said lowly.
“You’ve got
nothin’,” Superboy replied.
“Oh
yeah? Tell me, Kon-El, how’s
Cassandra? Oh, that’s right, you
wouldn’t know seeing as to how she won’t give YOU the time of day, especially
when she’s around her cute boyfriend.”
Superboy
blinked and crossed his arms.
“Well,
Hell, I guess you do.” Then he twitched
as the realization of exactly what the man said kicked in. “HEY!
You JERKIFIED fuck!”
“Tsk,
tsk! Bad language.”
“I didn’t
even deliver anything HALF as rude as that!”
“It still
was a stupid question.”
Superboy
growled at him and vanished in his blue lights. The Green Lantern grinned and vanished in a flare of green
sparks, headed for the temple of the High Cult.
********************
Chapter 2
By: Carmen
Wayne
“NOOOOOO!!! PLEASE!
Let me GO! Don’t DO this!!!”
A woman in
white rags struggled fiercely as four men in black robes dragged her down the
pathway of the High Cult gothic temple.
On each side of the pathway, many people sat on their knees in brown
robes that had hoods, concealing their faces in shadows. As they passed the tenth row, one robed
figure there looked at another.
“I thought
they were willing,” a woman whispered.
“Sometimes. But sometimes the blood of others are
needed,” a man replied.
“Oh…
sorry. I’m new, just converted.”
“Don’t you
worry. They welcome newcomers, as long
as you try to learn what to do. You
stick with me, I’ll show you what to do.”
“Thanks…“
“I’m
Jason,” he said, offering his hand.
The robed
woman took his hand and nodded.
“Dinah—“
“AAAAAAHHHHH!!!”
The woman
was shoved to her knees, onto a black slab.
Ten feet in front of her were seven low platforms, in a V shape
backwards. She tried to get up to run,
but couldn’t. One of the men raised his
hands into the air and closed his eyes.
“Please
accept this sacrifice in the name of the High Religion!” he called out.
The woman
covered her face and began to rock back and forth. Tears fell rapidly, across her shaking skin, for she knew what
was going to happen. A swirl of green
streams formed around her, into the form of a woman with green tinged skin and
bright red hair. She wore a long, white
dress that glowed a faint green as well.
Within her hands she clutched a sword, that hung above the woman’s head.
“The gods
shall accept your gift,” the green woman said, without moving her mouth.
The woman
let out a horrid scream unlike any before, but it ended quickly when the green
woman dropped the sword down with all her strength. The robed woman down below, Dinah, cringed at the sight as blood
spurted from the new wound through the “sacrifice’s” neck.
“My God…”
she whispered.
“Good show,
eh?” Jason whispered.
“Horrible…”
“You’ll get
used to it.”
Up, on the
“stage”, there were several forms of flashes of light. From these appear the JLG – the Justice
League of Gods. Even though they were
missing two members, the Martian Manhunter/J’onn/Heart of Sky and
Aquaman/Orin/Posideon, they still looked ever intimidating.
Superman/Kal-El/Atlas
stood at the head of the V-positioned platforms, on a knee, head bowed. To his right stood Wonder Woman/Diana/Hera,
fingers locked together and jutted towards the floor where her eyes were
fixed. To Superman’s left stood
Batman/Bruce/Anubis, death god extraordinaire.
His hands were crossed over his chest and his white eyes shut. To Wonder Woman’s right was the Green
Lantern/Kyle/Hiruko, god of light with a hand raised up and his head turned
upwards as well. Standing on Batman’s
left, the Flash/Wallace/Hermes. His
dark red suit reflected out his wide, fanged smile. What separated him from a human appearance were the wings on his
feet and the claws instead of fingers.
His eyes just wandered around the crowd, quite happy at the turnout.
“Yo,
Batman, check it OUT,” he said, with a smirk.
“Get real,”
Batman sighed.
He opened
his eyes and looked over to the woman in green. She took up the sword and swiped a tongue across it’s cold,
bloody metal. With a green grin, tinged
in red, she looked at Batman and raised the sword to wave at him.
“They chose
a REALLY nice one this time, Anubis!”
“Good,”
Batman said. “Better than the last?”
“Tastes
like a virgin…”
“Then
prepare our drinks, Oracle.”
The Oracle
bowed and went to do so. Superman
walked over to the men that still stood on the stage.
“Why do I
see you here still?” he asked, unamused.
The speaker
of the group went to his knees immediately out of fear and respect. He kept his eyes on the ground as he spoke.
“My lord,
sorry to bother you… but we needed your attention… The Titan, Troia, is speaking against all of you! Downtown Metropolis…”
Superman
looked over his shoulder to Wonder Woman.
“Your
little sister is being a BOTHER again.”
The black
clad, dark eyed woman looked up at him and rolled her eyes.
“Whatever. Throw her into Purgatory for all I care!”
The Green
Lantern stepped forward, shoving the Flash away.
“Kal… I’ll go deal with her, if you don’t
mind.” Superman looked at him,
hesitant. The Lantern sighed softly. “Please…
I know where my loyalties stand, and that’s with you. But if anyone is to carry out the plan we
all discussed earlier, it SHOULD be ME.”
Superman
sighed and nodded, waving him to leave.
The Lantern almost thanked him, but then just faded away after the flash
of green sparks appeared. As the sparks
fell to fade towards the ground, Wonder Woman walked through them in her black
boots, right to Superman. She touched
his cheek and pressed close to him, regardless to the humans watching.
“Kal,
Kyle’s a good young man. You needn’t
fear his leaving us. We have reigned
supreme for hundreds of years, and he has finally made us complete. Oracle said it herself, the man is with us
now!”
Superman
lifted a hand, running it through Wonder Woman’s black hair.
“I suppose
you’re right,” he said, winding his fingers in her hair. “He’s old enough to know where he
belongs. I just hope she doesn’t hurt
him…”
****
The woman
from the ceremony audience, Dinah, made her way down the dark, gothic streets
of Gotham City, still wearing the robe from before, letting it trail behind her
in the chilling wind. A certain feeling
of being followed came over her suddenly, causing her to walk faster in her
high heeled boots. She turned a corner
into a tunnel street and tried to clear through it. But there was a swoop behind her and she spun to see who was
there. Crouched down, cape trailing at
her feet, was the entirely black clothed Batgirl. Standing behind her was another girl in a mask, known as the
Spoiler. Dinah let out a sigh of
relief.
“My
God… You scared me!”
“Sorry,”
Spoiler said. “I tried to go for the
front, but Batgirl wouldn’t listen to me.
Everything go okay?”
Dinah
pulled the robe hood down to expose her blonde hair. She shook it out, then shook her head.
“It was horrifying,
Stephanie. They perform the same
sacrifices they HAVE been for the last millennia!” she announced. “Nothing has changed, except the number of
members and their appearances on the outside.
But they’re monsters, just as our ancestors have said. They make it sound all good and such, and it
is… for the ones who follow them. But
there’s still many people that DON’T follow them…”
Dinah
started walking along, Spoiler and Batgirl walking behind her quickly, but at a
respectful distance.
“What do we
do?”
“YOU are
going to study the ancient catalogues more.
Batgirl will continue her rounds.
I will be attending another ceremony tomorrow, but I want to see if I
can’t get the council of one of those gods…”
“Let me
come with you!” Spoiler exclaimed.
Dinah
turned to her and shook her head.
“No,
Stephanie. There’s only one medallion
that masks the Oracle’s sight, and I can’t risk you getting caught.”
“Funny.”
“I’m not
laughing.”
Spoiler
pouted and crossed her arms, walking off one direction. Batgirl fired a line upwards and pulled
herself up to do as told. Dinah sighed
and pulled the hood over her head again and continued along. As she walked, she flashed back to what she
had seen on the stage just an hour before.
And she felt no other response possible then to let a few stray tears
fall from her eyes…
****
Troia was
one of few welcome sights around in public.
If anyone ever saw a JLGer, people would run for their lives. Though, if they were the planned victim,
running was useless. However, since
Troia began to show the public where she stood—AGAINST the JLG with all her
physical, emotional and mental being—she was more than welcome to walk the
streets without anyone running. In
fact, as she learned this day, it would be the exact opposite.
In the
streets of Metropolis, it looked like an odd, dark, medieval circus due to the
Mardi Gras celebration. Troia walked
along, her robe hood up on her so all that could be seen was a soft, glowing
white of eyes. She noticed an old woman
trying to sew up a mask for a demanding man.
“Hurry up,
old hag!”
“I am
trying!” she said in a thick accent, traceable to Romany.
He struck
the woman on the back, making Troia cringe.
She raised a hand to them, and instantly she realized that that man was
the woman’s son. He was abusive to all
women, and the woman could do nothing for she was weakened from cancer.
“Monster…”
Troia murmured. She walked over and
pulled down her hood. “Excuse me?” she
asked.
The man
spun to her.
“What do
YOU wa—“ he stopped, looking over her clothes.
“Hello, there,” he said, with a sly grin.
“Was I
talking to you?” Troia snapped.
She tried
to take the Mardi Gras mask from the woman, but the man pushed her back. The idiot obviously never watched the news,
which didn’t surprise Troia in the least.
“I think
you BETTER start talking to me,” the man sneered.
“You’re a
pathetic, lonesome man,” Troia stated.
“Foolish, and one day a woman will kill you for trying to hit her.” She shoved him out of the way and took the
mask gently. She knelt down by the old
woman. “Lets help you, hmm?” she asked,
smiling. She touched the mask and
smiled, feeling the image of the mask’s true owner come into her mind. “For your granddaughter? She’s pretty…”
“How…?” the
woman started.
Troia touched
the mask’s center and it lit in a soft silver light. The two froze as they watched the mask grow in size, elaborate
designs and colors coming into view.
The repairs to the mask was made and the light faded. A weathered, yet gentle hand touched her
cheek and she looked at the old woman.
“Yes…?”
“You are
Troia, are you not?” she asked.
“I… I am…”
“Thank
you,” she said, smiling.
Troia
smiled back to her, and rose to her feet.
She turned and handed the mask to the man, glaring now.
“I’ll be watching
you.”
That was
that, and she started away. The music
began to play for the first night, and all at once the circus like atmosphere
sprung into a happy life. Troia smiled
as people seemed to laugh and enjoy themselves. She loved the human race.
Even though death was for sure, and life so short compared to her kind,
and the horrors that their lives experienced, they still knew how to
smile. And yet, she found it hard when
she thought of her own species. Only
among the humans did she ever smile.
A pair of
hands came from behind her, covering her eyes.
Then a soft, mischevious voice spoke:
“Guess
who?”
“Mmmmm… Kon-El?”
“Damn!”
Kon-El AKA
Superboy backed away as she turned to him.
She giggled a little and ran a hand through his hair.
“What are
you doing here?”
Kon
shrugged and walked beside her, turning her with and wrapped his arms around
one of hers.
“I needed
to talk to you about something, Donna.”
“For the
JLG?”
“About
them.”
“Ah… Well then, lets hear it.”
Troia began
to walk slowly, Kon walking with her.
He rested his head on her arm and yawned before speaking.
“They’re
talking crazy, you know…”
“I know.”
“They heard
about you taking domain here… Watch out
for Kyle.”
“Thank you,
Kon…”
“Something
else…”
“Yes?”
“I was in the
Palace of the League. Walking down a
corridor, overheard Kal and Diana talking about a… a portal?”
“A portal?”
“Well, they
kept calling it a lock and key, but the way they described it, it was a
PORTAL.”
Troia
stopped at the edge of a sidewalk and turned to him. Her eyes were flashed with concern.
“What was
their conversation? Exactly?” she
asked, urgent.
“Well…”
~~~~~~~~~~
I was
walking down the white corridor, y’know, the one with all those torches, and
the black paneled windows to one side? Well, as I was walking, minding my own business when behind the
door to the library, I hear:
“Two of
three of our pillars are wavering,” Diana said.
Believe
me, when I looked in, it was interesting to see her sitting on Kal’s lap,
naked. I mean, dream come true SEEING
her naked. Kal was naked too--(Not a
bad sight either, heheh)--hey, I’m talking, okay? But the conversation was sooo serious… I mean, how the two of them could DO that--(Blame it on the fact
that they’re five million years old)--okay.
Anyway, Kal responds:
“They’ll
be crumbling soon enough.”
“And
what happens when the Pillar of Lock and Key falls?”
“Lets
hope we can stop that. When the Pillar
of Heart fell, we couldn’t stop it.”
“Lock
and Key is more dangerous to fall.
Pillar of Power and Pillar of Beauty are only strong to a point. If Beauty dies, our youth will fade. Strength dies, our strength fades, but not
our immortality or magic, and we can still revive it. Lock and Key dies, we become DREADED mortals! No magic…
Able to die… age… get hurt…”
“True… But imagine…” Kal then adjusted her over him, just prepping for a good, old
fashion library fu--(I DON’T need to hear details.)--but she--(Describe Kal and
I might let you)--porn lover--(pig)--heh.
“Just imagine--” Kal continued, head back--(Good boy)--in
pleasure--(Whoo!). “--the food.”
“The
Pillar… of Lock and Key…” Diana was saying, lighting in soft gold-slash-red as
she moved--(Kon!)--heh. “Has a mortal
double… in each world… each dimension…
We get… a double… sacrifice him from Oracle… oh, god… and-and then… his spirit will reach… the Black zone… and
triple… quadruple… our powers that we have now…”
She then
put her hands on his chest, moving more… intensively. (What?!) She was doing a
deep-cavern fuck. (Ahhhh…) And lemme tell you, those boobs-- (STOP!)
“Then…
then that’s what we’ll do,” Kal replied, lit in dark blue. (Ahem.)
Ugh, and he was, uh, thrusting up into her? (Was he?) Yes… (Oooh boy.
Heheheh…) “Tomorrow,” he, uh,
panted out. “Or after Huriko finishes…
with Troia…”
~~~~~~~~~~
Troia
couldn’t help but giggle. When Kon
looked at her, she applauded.
“GREAT sex
reenactment!”
“Heh, you
think?”
“Not
really, but better than I could do.”
“So… the
Pillars of Heart, Beauty, Strength, and Lock and Key… What does that mean?” Kon asked.
Troia
sighed a little. She looked around the
Mardi Gras, and then took Kon’s hand.
She shook her head.
“Not
here. Come.”
“Hey, baby,
I gotta have a little stimuli around my--“
“We’re
LEAVING type of “Come”!!”
“Oh,
heheh.”
****
“Dinah!”
Dinah
turned from the entrance of the smaller cathedral from the Southside of Gotham
and spotted the anxiously waving Jason.
He rushed over and smiled to her, his appearance now visible since his
hood to his robe was down. His hair was
a dark blonde and his eyes a bright green.
“Hey,
Jason. What’s up?” she asked, smiling.
“Nothing
much. Hey, I’m surprised to see you
here. I thought after the Master
Ceremony, you’d run off.”
“How could
I?”
“You seemed
rather disgusted over the sacrifice.”
Dinah shrugged uncomfortably and rubbed her arm. “Hey…” Jason said gently, leading her
along. “It’s okay, Dinah… Just remember, it’s to keep them happy!”
“Oh… I see…
Hey, who’ll be leading this gathering, Jason?”
“The
Oracle, actually. Isn’t that awesome?”
Dinah
looked a little faint.
“No
sacrifices?” she asked quietly.
“No
sacrifices… promise!”
“Okay…”
She fanned
herself as Jason helped her to a seat.
“Are you
okay?”
“Yes… Jason?”
She looked at him slowly. “May
I… speak to the Oracle?”
“…Why?!”
Jason exclaimed.
“To… To get
to know her?”
Jason’s
eyes softened and a realization came into them that scared Dinah. He reached to her and touched her stomach,
his fingers landing on a grooved plate.
Dinah’s eyes widened, but a smile coming to his face told her it was
okay.
“She’ll
find you interesting,” he said, keeping his fingers on the plate. “Since she cannot read you.”
“Good.”
There was a
swirl of green streamers, and Oracle appeared on a slate that hovered between
two torches. Her sacrificial sword was
by her side, which she was clutching like a designer cane, her other hand on
her waist.
“Good
evening, my faithful acolytes and worshippers,” she said, grinning.
All the
people within the small temple immediately got on their hands and knees to bow
to her. She smiled, looking along them…
and then her eyes laid upon Dinah. Her
eyes flashed red and then she pointed at her.
“You. The new blonde.” When she saw Dinah’s eyes, she turned her pointing hand and
fingered for her. “Follow me.”
Oracle
turned and glided off the hovering platform.
She headed through a door. Dinah
inhaled deeply and felt Jason’s hand on hers, squeezing it. Dinah smiled a little, and rose to her
feet. With another deep breath, she
headed the way Oracle went.
****
“This is
nice!”
Kon-El
walked around the main room of a large apartment. It was made of white and off-white marble floors, white walls and
gold lights and fixtures. Donna/Troia
smiled and gave her thanks as she headed to the kitchen.
“I love
mortal living… it’s so… independent and insecure, you never know WHAT could
happen!”
“So… you
gonna tell me about these pillars?” he asked, following.
They entered
the kitchen and Donna waved a hand and silver light shot from her fingers. It shot around the kitchen and before they
knew it, they were holding cups of coffee and coffee was brewing in a maker.
“I usually
try not to use my magic, but I know you’re anxious.”
She pulled
herself onto the counter and sipped the hot coffee casually. Kon drifted into the air, sitting Indian
style.
“Damn
straight I am.”
Donna
sighed.
“Two
thousand years ago, a child was born of a virgin mother. This child was of a birth unlike any before
that, for he was a god… but preferred to live on the standards of humans. He was the King of Kings, yet lived like a
carpenter--“
“Jesus
Christ?” Kon asked.
“Yes. This birth startled the JLG--well, they
weren’t the JLG then, they were the Assembly.
They could FEEL the power of this child, and no matter what, they could
not touch the baby or his mother. Thus
they decided to make sure he couldn’t touch them. So they created three pillars--“
“--but
Kal-El and Diana were talking of four--“
“--because
there was one two million years ago.
The one-god’s eternal enemy, Lucifer, destroyed the pillar. You do know the JLG--the Assembly, they
weren’t always evil.”
“No?”
“No. Do you recall a man named Hal Jordan?”
“Yeah, Kal
and Kyle mentioned him once or twice.”
“HE was the
Pillar of Heart. His very existence as
a mortal man with the Green Lantern’s power kept the Assembly in check. They were kind, gentle souls then, soldiers
of the one-god, not acting as gods.
Lucifer would not have that, so he had Hal Jordan slaughtered. With Hal’s last breath, he made sure his
spirit’s love would transfer within five different children, in the vicinity of
physical and mental age of five, of the Assembly…”
“Who’s
that?”
“Today’s
Nightwing, Tempest, Arsenal, Green Lantern and myself.”
“Not
Flash?”
“No…
Wallace was insane even then. Kyle got
the short end of heart, but enough that for years he was against the
increasingly evil ways of the Assembly, until they awarded him the right as the
first god-like Green Lantern, increasing his power ten fold. He became greedy, and completed the
Assembly.”
“What about
the Pillars of Beauty, Strength and Lock and Key?”
Donna
sighed and sipped her coffee once more.
“I’m not
supposed to say a thing… then again, I don’t follow Atlas any more. Atlas, Hera and Anubis… Kal-El, Diana, and Bruce… Superman, Wonder Woman and Batman… they’re a
superstitious sort of people… They
decided to copy what Hal Jordan was, but into three separate beings that
carried the most important ideals.
Beauty is our immortal youth and physical flawlessness. Strength is our super strength and ability
to fight. Lock and Key, if… unlocked
AKA killed, will cause every shred of our god-like existences to fade and we
would become mere mortals--“
“--not a
hard task for you…”
“Not at
all. But the difference here was that
they wanted them not to be as… easily killed as Hal Jordan, so they made them
as gods. And then Atlas created the
rule that “No god shall kill another”.
And you know what, Kon-El?”
“Yes,
Donna?”
Donna
leaned closer to him and touched his chest lightly.
“You are
the Pillar of Strength.”
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Next Chapters Coming…