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Clash of Realms	By : RaphaelTMNT Category: -Misc Anime > Crossovers Views: 3294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Clash of Realms
CHP50: Gala Bang Battle

Cleaned up and refreshed he used a secret passageway out of the Dark Lord's quarters which led to the lower floors and into the main lobby. Akasha herself stepped out through the front doors dressed in a dark blue robe and red bow tied in her hair and right away greeted by two maidens down the hall. She followed both where they came up on a staircase which together they made their way down. It was a couple floors down where they stumbled upon Bruce who was seated in one of the many dining rooms and with a magazine in hand, lowering it from his face as they loomed.
"Bruce," Akasha said startlingly. "When did you get here?"
The pink haired vampire winked at him twice, unnoticed by either of the maidens on either side of her.
"Oh," Bruce tossed the reading material aside and with his billionaire smile glowing over his face. "Not long, maybe a few minutes. Here to see Sasha."
Lifting himself from the sofa Akasha too was with a guilty smile, but only for a moment as she cleared her throat.
"Good, she'll be happy. Follow me this way and I'll take you to her," the pinkette looked to both her servants. "You two may return to your posts, I shall call for you soon."
Both bowed their heads as they did exactly that and Akasha turning her back as she took off ahead and Bruce following her step for step. Once they were around the corner out of view she turned her head to the side, glimpsing back at him over her shoulder.
"Well played, you're really good at this. You sold it perfectly."
Her head swung back around, but not a word out of him as they took to a staircase and up a floor where they came up on Sasha's room halfway down the hall. With her back against the door, Akasha turned and looking up and into his eyes. But that wasn't before she examined both side of the hall.
"What's wrong?" he picked up on this.
"Kiss me," her eyes returned to his. "Right now…"
The Dark Lord wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him downward as they locked lips. His arms were wrapped around her waist as they kissed avidly. Soon they broke away and his forehead against hers as they caught their breaths.
"I love you," she whispered, with her eyes closed.
Reaching back, she took hold of the doorknob and turning it as she pushed it open with her foot and Bruce removing his arms from around her. Akasha turned and cackled at the prospect of Sasha still sound asleep and Bruce with a smile.
"Hhhmm, she looks so undisturbed and cute," Akasha murmured as she walked over the carpet. "I almost don't want to wake her."
Even so Akasha continued up and beside the bed, pulling and lightly tugging at the child while quietly calling her name. Seconds later her eyes slowly opened as she blinked a couple times, sitting up and yawning with her arms outstretched atop her head.
"Mommy…"
Akasha leaned in with an arm wrapped around her and pulled Sasha up against her side as she looked towards the door.
"There's someone here to see you."
Sasha's eyes lit up, right away jumping out of bed as they met each other halfway and she jumped up into his arms and Bruce twirled her around.
"Daddy, I missed you!"
"So did I," Bruce held her tight.
Watching from afar, Akasha felt warmness and a smile which she could not remove even if she tried.
XXX
Sitting in front of the mirror over a stool, a woman looked herself over and admiring her own inherent beauty. She had long raven colored hair and gold colored eyes that had a certain glow to them. At minimum she spent at least two hours a day focusing strictly on her appearance and looking pretty as she could. She didn't just take pride in her beauty, but it was essential; how else would she pull in and nab her unsuspecting prey? After all she was a succubus and there was nothing more important to a succubi than her own beauty. She had just gotten her nails done in the color of black and red, which had been followed by a nice tan out in the sun.
"Eleonora," a woman appeared through the open doorway. "It's time, finish up whatever yur doing. Boss has called a meeting. You how he gets when we aren't on time, punctuality equals success as he likes to say. Be there in five, just giving you a heads up."
Spinning over the stool and looking towards the woman, the succubus flashed her eye lashes.
"Be there in a sec, if he goes off again tell him to hold his water."
Both laughed together just as the blonde haired witch passed through and was out of sight around the corner. Her gaze returned to the mirror as she waved her hair around and continued brushing. Applying minimal makeup with red lipstick she was off the stool and taking a spin around, taking some time to look herself over and appreciate her own beauty. Satisfied with her handy work she took off through the open doorway and followed after Paige Watson. By the time she arrived in the conference hall some floors down the meeting was already underway, and the primary members in attendance, which included the wolf.
He had reddish colored hair and dark colored eyes, dressed in light brown with dark brown colored boots, with fair skin. He was Daizo, the werewolf warrior. As with everyone else he was seated around the table and the leader of them all at the head of the table, tapping his finger over the surface with a hint of annoyance, looking the succubus who seemed to always be late and holding up every scheduled meeting.
She took her place and sat, all eyes on her with expressions similar all throughout. Much as seen these same looks, the succubi was unaffected and carrying a small hand mirror as she again took a look at herself while puckering her lips and wavering her hair around while at the same time flashing her eyelashes. This went on for nearly a minute before she put away the mirror and easing back within her chair as she lifted one leg over the other.
"You done?" the one at the end of the table looked at her directly.
"Hhhhmmm, you tell me," she looked around all the table. "How do I look on a scale of one through ten? Honest answers only."
Two at the table laughed, being Paige and the other Luria. In total were eight persons seated around the table. The first was Eleonora Moretti the succubus, secondly Paige Watson a witch, Lurie Patra a lamia, next Alwin Fischer the demon, Lucius Aurelius the Behemoth, Golgotha Mortainus a wraith, Daizo the werewolf and lastly Demetrio.
"You always look so delicate and scrumptious," Daizo looked her way and winked. "But hey if all else fails there's always that charm ability of yours. Really, I don't get it with you succubi. What's the point of spending so much time dolling up when in truth you can steal the heart of a man in just a simple gaze and given your born natural abilities? Such a waste of time and effort."
The succubus snarled and rolled her eyes, and shooting him a dirty look.
"The words of an imbecile, you don't understand anything about the hunt, the chase and self-poise. Where's the fun in cheating and taking shortcuts when there's so much more to it, and the satisfaction that comes with landing a target without the use of our abilities is the greatest feeling. There is nothing quite like it, I wouldn't expect you to even begin to understand."
Daizo opened his mouth to respond, but the slam of a fist at the end of the table silenced him and he instead swallowed back and said nothing. Leaning back, the werewolf settled into his chair and focusing on the one sitting at the head of the table. Eleonora sticking out her tongue at the wolf went unnoticed by the wolf but Demetrio saw all of what went on and frowned upon the succubus who quickly put on a straight face and her smile disappearing. He straightened his posture with his hands folded over the table top.
"I have ambitions of ruling, gaining unbelievable power and the seven of you will get a piece of it… my generals. But as you know we're with much competition and those that are in the way, and must be dealt with. Fairy Tale of the monster world, and of course the proclaimed gods in capes serving as the protectors of mankind are our top priority… but there are others who we must focus our energies on. Global domination isn't something that comes easy, it takes careful planning, patience and a little bit of luck."
"And when do we plan to make a little bit of noise and make our presence felt?" Golgotha chimed in. "All this waiting around really serves no purpose whatsoever."
A brief phase of silence shadowed and all eyes over the head of the table who circled a finger over the tabletop.
"There is one thing that you must… no, that you must all understand. Not yet, but a war is upon us. And not just any war, but the largest war of our time. A war of worlds, a clash of realms and when the dust descends we shall reign victorious. Patience is our weapon, allow the Justice League and their enemies to duke it out and battle and I shall influence events and some of the pieces in play."
Everyone sitting at the table looked at one another before all eyes did fall back over Demetrio.
"What do you mean by that?" Luria asked.
"A master tactician never tips hit hat or reveals his strategy. Do as you're asked, buckle up and enjoy the ride and in the end the lot of you will be on the top. The Justice League and Fairy Tale on hindsight and deservingly so are atop the food chain as to who must fall first, but there are others in both man's world, the world of monsters and Makai that must also be dealt with. Follow my lead and everything that you've ever wanted and then some will be all yours."
XXX
Through the front entrance there was a man dressed in a three piece suit in the color of black and a woman beside him in a purple dress. She wore high heels and gray silk gloves to top it off. They stayed close so not to lose each other in the large crowds, a lot of attendees hanging right around the front entrance. Not far from there they picked up their reserved tickets for the Gala Bang in a small booth, where they were granted access into a larger room where the main event would commence.
"We're over this way, I think," Gin pointed out towards a specific section.
San held onto his hand tightly as he pulled them along in that direction. They were seated five rows back from the main stage, but still had a pretty good view whenever the event began.
"It's been a while since we got out like this, and it's great Tsukune had us in mind. A shame he and Moka couldn't make it, but I'm not complaining. After all we're the benefactors," San responded softly.
The siren chose not to speak most the time, given the power of her voice, which in itself was a weapon. But she had come to have a great control over it after a lot of practice. Out front, more and more guests began pouring in through the doors. While some purchased their tickets right away there were others that instead mingled around conversing with known associates. Four persons were among this wave, all of which donning dark cloaks and their features covered. One had pale skin, snow white hair, and the next with pale skin, red eyes with a slit through them and beside her a woman with long purple hair. The last of them resembled that of a big cat.
"So what's the plan, tear this place apart and flip everything upside down until we find it?"
"No, Frost," the powerful sorceress responded. "Until we know of where they're holding it, we stay vigilant."
Circe looked down over her left hand where she held a small device which served as a tracking device for the Chirismoy shells. No matter the constant interference by the Justice League, Circe knew Fairy Tale would succeed.
"Over that way, the king is making his entrance," Akua pointed out as the others looked for themselves.
The individual wore a black trench coat and suit to match it with an under gray shirt which had a collar. He stood at 6'4, with a very stocky build having reddish blond hair which reached his shoulders but appeared somewhat spiked. His eyes were a honey amber color. Many greeted him and he had a certain cockiness and confidence about him that was felt by those closes to him.
"And that is… who, exactly?" Killer Frost's eye twitched.
"You've spent months in the monster realm and don't know of the dragon king of Arcenill Mount? Someone hasn't done her homework," Akua proclaimed.
The ice user did nothing but shrug her shoulders.
"My job isn't to study you monsters, but to serve Fairy Tale. That is all… but I must say he's very smooth on the eyes."
Continuing on the four woman team stayed hidden with Circe leading. Fafnir on the otherhand was with two women draped over him, one with her head leaned against his shoulder and on the other side a woman drinking an alcoholic beverage.
"Queen Lara Chao," Fafnir spotted her through the crowds. "Excuse me ladies, we'll just have to catch back up a little while later."
The dragon king freed himself from both while heading up a staircase and rubbing his hands together.
"Lara, Lara," he uttered the phoenix queen's name while siding with her. "We've got quite the turn-out, I'm loving it."
"Tsk," she scratched at her side.
"Loosen up, they'll show," Fafnir said, confidently.
The queen followed up with a quick nod.
"That's hardly my concern, it's more about what'll happen when they do show themselves."
Leaning back over the railing, Fafnir ran a hand over his forehead.
"You're forgetting who the predator is, in all this is and the prey. My intel is accurate and they'll have no answers for what we have in place."
"Maybe," Lara's eyes skimmed a portion of the room. "But who's to say they aren't here already."
Snickering aloud, Fafnir pushed away from the railing.
"There's only one way tonight ends, if they do happen to be so bold as to rise out of their little hole. You should relax a little, Lara," Fafnir offered his hand. "How about a dance, the Bash won't officially begin until another fifteen."
"With your reputation… I must decline. Rumors of you and I sharing a secret affair wouldn't be good for business."
"Hhhh, whatever you say," the dragon smirked.
And among the crowds, the small device within Circe's hand gave off a silent beep and rumble.
"Get ready ladies," the sorceress pointed across the room. "The prize room, it is there. Over that way."
XXX
It wasn't until nearly nightfall that the duo of Miukei and Isla returned and with news of the meeting which had been mostly good. The trip itself had taken longer than estimated and over thirty hours passed since their departure. Luke stood in a corner with his arms crossed, Tsech sitting in a chair, Pez in another corner and Dinah sitting at the edge of the bed.
"By midday tomorrow we shall meet with them by a docking bay, and Chief Filer of their regime guaranteed us a boat and small group to assist us. They will be at our service to and whatever lies ahead passed the island. Weaponry and other necessary items for the journey will also be added. The lot of us should take this time to rest up and prepare both our body and minds for what is to come."
"A little extra muscle will go a long way," Tsech spoke. "Did this Filer so happen to mention the combat experience of those that'll sail alongside us?"
The vampire waved a finger and the shake of her head.
"They're capable, competent and experienced. That's all he said on the matter, it isn't something we should concern ourselves with. Hayhurst seems sure of their ability to carry their own weight, so should the rest of us."
"Fair enough," Pez cleared his throat while leaning forward. "And how much was given to this tribe, in terms of all that is going on? A full scoop, or just bits and pieces?"
"Enough," Miukei responded. "Enough to give them an indication, but not the entirety of the situation. For obvious reasons Hayhurst chose to do it this way, and I'm with her one hundred percent. The Xsouvizs have proven crafty, and widespread. When and where they might appear is hard to try and account for, talks and shared information must be kept to a minimum."
"Makes sense," Black Canary added her two cents. "Taking into account what we know about the Xsouviz and its widespread army, much of which undercover."
All of them understood this within the room and from then the conversations concluded as they broke away from the living-room. Dinah turned in and as did Tsech. The Asagao three's finest combatant was with a book in hand and reading some things over within her own space and a candle over the desk. Pez however was the only one who hadn't taken off and looking over a single of the maps and studying each distinct section.
Through the night she saw a meadow with knee-high golden brown grass moving as the wind lightly caressed it. The only flowers were dandelions and other weeds. Its edge was lined by a legion of trees, tall oaks and maples, wreathed in a golden flowing crown made of the leaves clothed in autumn attire. She didn't see any animals, but that wasn't to say that there were none.
There was a path appearing at her feet and she slid into the forest purposely, sliding left and right as if on a whim. It was empty except for some underbrush that had grown over the boundaries, making it harder to navigate. The path was bathed in a filtered light caused by the moon trying to force its way through the branches.
She stumbled upon a strangely shaped branch. It appeared completely normal on first glance, but as she leaned over to pick it up she realized it was something else. It looked more like a key or Pendant, but she couldn't say either or for sure. It had bands of gold and platinum encircle over the center axis. The handle was made of dark wood, expertly engraved with eagles in the midst of battle. She hooked it to a strap on her backside.
She walked over a patch of ground that was less than stable as she again gracefully slid forward and a smile over her face. This path saw her over a cliff where she dove into a small lake. It wasn't what she'd planned for, but it was very reviving. After she stopped sputtering and gasping, the elf rose her head and looked around. It has a waterfall on one side, continuously coming down over the river that exited on the other side. She stayed still and relaxed for a bit before swimming to the shore. Her clothing was completely soaked, but this wasn't remotely a bother. She continued walking until she came up on a cliff. The steep rock looked as if it were a wall blocking her path. About half way up she found a small ledge where she could sit and rest. The elf took to this path continuing up and eventually reaching the top, where she laid back laughing and let her legs dangled over the side. Where this newfound energy and confidence came from, she could not say.
For a little while she just sat there and enjoyed the view. For a couple minutes she just stayed this way and for even a moment troubles of the real world had escaped her. What they were doing now, what she was doing now carried a lot of weight and significance. She was however ready to take it head on, and most importantly she wouldn't be alone. Again she took a stand and headed further down the hill and found another section of the lake surrounded by various trees. And with her bow in hand and carrying a couple arrows she took aim over a tree some distance away on the other side of the lake and fired off. Each shot and projectile ended up exactly where she anticipated. Afterwards her eyes peered over the surface of the stream as she took the time to appreciate its magnificence.
Removing her boots and setting them aside she sat over the shore and lowering her feet into the water with a silent groan as she looked into the night sky, adoring the overall surroundings. For a moment her eyes even closed, but that's when her ears twitched, picking up on the sounds of incoming footsteps and that's when she took hold of her bow and looked out to her left. Someone revealed themselves from the darkness behind a tree and she eased up when seeing who it was.
"You fancy nature, don't you?" he spoke in a distorted tone as he advanced, removing his mask. "Seems you're always out in the wilderness. You should be back at campsite, resting up with the rest of us. You've been on the move since sunrise, aren't you exhausted?"
He came within a foot and standing over her.
"Luke," she smiled up at him before her eyes looked the opposite way and out over the lake's surface. "Wonderful night, don't you agree?"
Isla moved her legs around as her feet thrusted and glided through the water. Taking a knee and setting his mask aside right next to her boots, Batwing took a knee and joined her over the ground but positioning himself behind her.
"This isn't so different from home, you know. But the woods and forests are the most beautiful in Vindellorien… nowhere else matches. But this place, this spot here makes me feel right at home," she expressed faintly and feeling a tingly warmth in her body. "You'd be amazed how many nights I've bypassed the palace borders, just to enjoy the outer scenery and just listen to the surrounding wildlife."
This didn't surprise him from what he knew of her, moving in closer and his ungloved hands wrapping around her body with his legs stretched to the side over a rock. Sighing out, she felt relaxed and eased holding her bow with her gaze still down and over the water. Soon she leaned back over him and her eyes closed as she hummed a tune.
"Everything is so perfect, this moment, the atmosphere… let's just stay like this for a while. No conflicting, no preparing, distress or travel, just relaxation."
"Yeah," Luke murmured.
Both neglected to mention anything of what transpired the last time they were together like this, and didn't care but very much enjoyed each other's company. What was ahead was sure to be one hell of a ride.
XXX
The front door cracked open and a woman entering with a yawn as she walked around the sofa and took a seat. The past few hours were spent at a magic firm, a library of sorts where she studied up on and improving on a few kinks of her own personal spells. With her head resting back over the sofa, Yukari's eyes slowly closed as the witch dozed off. It was late, really late and she strongly considered calling it a night.
That that quickly vanished at the sound of the doorbell ringing; Yukari springing up to her feet. Who would be visiting her this time of night, she thought? There was only Fang Fang, but even that seemed very unlikely as he was the type to call first. Even so Yukari was quick getting to the door and on the other side was a woman she didn't recognize, average height and dressed like a magician and wearing fishnet leggings.
"Yukari Sendo, hello," the woman bowed her head. "You've been in contact with Batman?"
"Oh, then you must be Zatanna," Yukari opened the door fully. "Come in. By the way, how did you find the place? I never mentioned my address to him."
Zatanna simply smiled as she stepped in and Yukari closing the door behind them.
"He has his way of obtaining information. Not just your residence, but the location of your workspace."
"A master detective as they say," Yukari too smiled. "Follow me and we'll get right into it. The Black Book of magic, the spell… I have yet to figure its main use. But what I did get out of it was that it's a process that must be repeated a few times at different levels, with a few twists added here and there with each round, as I got from it."
Hearing this really got Zatanna thinking and she was especially interested to hear about Yukari's findings.
"I'm flattered that you would all come to me, really. I mean, there's dozens of witches out there more capable and powerful than myself," Yukari implied.
"It isn't about either of those things, but more about dependability and who he could trust most. This was Batman's call."
Yukari was with a nod as they progressed down the hall, knowing her connection to both Tsukune and Moka must have had a lot to do with the decision. They came up on a door which was locked off by a barrier and Yukari using an enchantment to remove it as they passed through.
"This is where I do most my practices and refine my abilities," Yukari spoke as they made their way down the steps. "Sometimes hours at a time."
"Sounds like myself. There's no ceiling to it, spells and curses; always something to explore or improve upon."
They barely just met, but the witch was with positive vibes and felt she and Zatara might have some similarities. Working with her on this was sure to go very smoothly if this was any indication. The wooden surface beneath their feet gave off a cracking sound whenever they took a step, and the area/setting setup much like a archive with shelves of books around. And over a table in the middle of the room laid the Black Book of magic. But her eyes looked around the room spotting various other items which included a censer, a couple wands, a chalice, besom, a couple Bolines and a cauldron among other things. Turning and looking to Yukari, Zatanna leered.
"You've got quite the nice setup here, quite cozy for that matter," she then walked to where the book laid. "But this is why we meet."
The witch joined Zatanna around the table and taking the book into her own hands and flipping through numerous pages.
"This section here applies heavily to the notes I received from Batman and I've studied it carefully."
"What else can you tell me? What did you mean by a process that must be repeated several times?"
"I…"
Yukari didn't get the chance to respond, as a loud ring interrupted them, from within her pocket. There was a message in large red letters over the screen, and the witch swallowing her own saliva.
"What's happening?" Zatanna perceived the uptightness in her face.
"It's a distress call. Something between Tsukune, Moka, myself and all of us who attended Yokai Academy together. One of us is in trouble!"
XXX
He had fallen, he remembered that much. Blood on his hands, the flop of a comrade's head with the pretty hole through the forehead, the sudden explosion of yellows, reds and fire as the ambush closed in over them and he spun in that circle of light in shock. Had they been set up? He was startled, breathed a hiss of rage, and then exploded, almost hysterical, almost freaking out. He did what he could to hold it together, after all he was a soldier of the kitsune species and trained by Kotori Chiemi herself.
"No, no, no, no! You, bastards!" the words flew out as an invocation as his groping hands slid over the counter, and the possibilities of escape burned through his head.
He was confined and roaring as he felt the cold steel canister against his hand, snatched with a tilt of his head.
Daishin remembered the sour smell of the fume which exploded, surrounding him and the others within the woods. Lord Callum had been the one to establish a unit to travel alongside him and their objective was to retrieve the Lastiaz sphere of fire. But during their travels the group was ambushed and from what he could tell he was the only survivor that had been kept alive. the small inferno propelled from his palm, the flame of hell held in his hands as the door crashed under the thump of boots and men, how they all spilled to the floor, all around him. They roughly pushed him around and even forced him over the ground and even felt his knee caps pop.
Daishin vaulted out of the heap of monsters like a deer, only to be snatched mid-leap and thrown down to the concrete again and one kicking at his face. He belted, kicked, pivoted and swung harder. He heard the snap of bones, the grunts of pain, and the curses. The shouting grew to a roar, the blows fell harder as he grew more numb and furious, the world blurred when a fist collided with his skull.
No, no, no... The words were spat out as they circled over him, kicking, punching, snarling, a mass and net of arms and fists and brutality sweeping him down until he was flush with the concrete. Daishin felt a knee ramming his jaw further into the cold pavement. It was painful and discomforting to say the least. He roared, and tried to rise, but he was swept under those atop punching and kicking at him. A boot heel slammed over his backbone, another to his face, grinding his cheek into the concrete like an unwanted ant. Blood dribbled from his lips, he felt the cheekbone cracking under the unrelenting pressure on his skull, his breathing was growing ragged, his voice scraped out and raw from the shouting and the snarls. This wasn't how he was going to die, no… he wouldn't allow it.
The kitsune heard his name spat, the mocking laughter, and felt the splintering ache of wood as the staff of one slammed into the back of his skull. He lingered there, in the dizzying chaos, woozy, and furious and fighting the grunt of pain that finally rippled out from his gritted jaws. This was hell if he'd ever been there. Daishin fought the encroaching blackness with a hiss, but finally collapsed into darkness with nothing but numbness all over. Eventually he was pulled up and forced to walk, bleeding from both his mouth and nose. And they chained his limp wrists in a special set of cuffs and dragged him through the grimed street the short distance to the waiting prison carriage. He was tossed, bleeding and unconscious into the back, as more laughter ensued. It was a short ride, peppered by their chortles and smug congratulations as they became very poetic about the various means of mutilation and torture that prisoners such as himself would receive if he wasn't compliant.
The kitsune heard his death being casually discussed, passed off as a sentence, and a shrug. He said nothing, not particularly caring all that much himself. He was far too beaten and battered at that moment to care much about anything. And at the moment he had no way of contacting his people. His thoughts drifted into vagueness, words sounded around him, he snorted at a stray blow, and winced at a touch. The brakes of the carriage squealed loud and long before the horses leading the way came to a halt. He was pitched forward, and flopped downward, still too dazed to do much else but grunt.
Hands on his wrists, dragging his dangling feet over the curb, lifting him into a stumbling lurch as he nearly fell face first that was halted by a cruel grip to his throat. One monster struck him in the temple, scarlet gore poured from his busted eyelid to his lip in an irritating trickle.
"Walk, prisoner!" one growled the order as he thudded the kitsune, and stood him on his dangling legs again.
Daishin grit his teeth, forced his dragging feet into a fumbling pace. His head was bowed, his body shuddering, and he was only upright because of those fists clenched over his nearly dislocated shoulders. It hurt, it all hurt. He swallowed it all down with an indifferent jeer, and an indolent blink. It was all he could do, now. His eyes narrowed, unseen by any. He was grateful that they had left him relatively untouched, aside from the blows and the beatings. That pain was familiar, the bruises would heal.
His gut lurched when they jerked him to a stop in front of the holding cell, while the guard grinned at him, unlocked the iron door with a sharp clang.
They lifted him high, and tossed him into the holding cell like unwanted trash, allowing his head to smash against the floor. He could only blink and watch as they threw him down, twisted his arms open. He sucked back a cry that was threatening to surface with a hiss as they smirked down at him. He could not stop the shiver from the sudden cold, since his battered torso was now only clad in the filthy tank top as they ripped away his top. The nurse warily leaned in to survey the damage from the beating, almost timidly pulling up the edge of his shirt to view his side and stomach. His breath quickened when the material was slid away from his stomach, and nearly to his shoulder. The nurse's palm was warm against his ribs as she clucked when she felt the convex angle of his rib, and the spasm that gripped his back as he tried to inch away. The grip on him tightened until he was nearly numb from the lack of circulation and the pain. She examined him for a couple minutes before taking off and leaving him alone.
And just like that Daishin was left alone with his thoughts. And all he could think about was how this had happened, everything was perfect, scheduled and going according to plan. Had someone sabotaged the mission? There was that, but then there was also her. Lady Olivia. The phoenix noble prisoner that Lord Callum had taken and forcing her to be his bride. He had thought about her a lot since meeting her and talking, wanting nothing more than to free her. But right now he had much larger issues on his plate.
XXX
What many alleged would be a great evening of entertainment and fun turned out to be anything but. Many were running and trampling over each other as they ran for the nearest exits and screams filling the entire auditorium. Tables and chairs had been flipped upside down with other damages, but most notably the uninvited had been discovered with their cloaks removed but surrounded. Among those that had them cornered were a combination of both dragon and phoenix soldiers. And biting over her lip was Killer Frost who simultaneously looked to Circe.
"There's got to be at least fifty of them, we should strongly consider aborting this mission."
There was no eye contact and nor did the sorceress speak but had a sureness about her that was noticeable. It was the dragon king that stepped forward and rubbing his hands together with a noticeable smirk.
"Now, now would you look at this? A much needed and beautiful sight if I ever saw one. The little rats went right for the bait and fell right into the trap," Fafnir chortled as his eyes looked back and forth between them. "Akua Shuzen."
Among the four she was the only one he recognized, and it was almost shocking there were only four of them.
"Where did they go wrong with you? Such a dangerous and formidable assassin, and all that talent being wasted with a bunch of thugs. So unfortunate, but oh well. You lot have one of two options, surrender and receive no bruises or broken bones. Option two… well, we take you by force."
Fafnir cracked his knuckles while awaiting their response and knew full and well what their choice would be. Lara felt exactly as he did and already mentally preparing herself to attack. The other dragon and phoenix had already readied themselves in defensive stances.
"Yur a fool," Circe laughed while looking Fafnir dead in the eyes.
All around those attending the event were piling out of the exits, but there were still a few bystanders that observed from afar in anticipation for what might happen. Among these persons were Gin and San who were clear across the room.
"Just our luck, huh? This was supposed to be a fun night out and then some crap like this happens!" the werewolf growled.
The dragon king returned that same laughter with his eyes fixed over Fafnir.
"Fool, you say? Well I'm not the idiot that showed up here and fell right into someone else's trap. Oh and perhaps you should take a look around you and count, the numbers aren't exactly on your side."
"Egotistical, cocky chump. Something shared between all the good looking ones," the sorceress responded.
"Compliment taken, but don't think I'll go any less easy on you for it," Fafnir replied.
"And I'm not here to flirt," Circe raised and pointed her hand at those standing in front of them. "You could have us one thousand to four and it wouldn't make a difference. I shall show you little sheep the power of a goddess!"
A light flickered around her body which was then followed by a loud boom and a surge of energy which condensed around the entire building. The light around the sorceress expanded and in a flash the entire venue was blown to bits. The foundation beneath their feet crumbled and the ceiling plummeted downward over them all in so many pieces. Circe had formulated a circular barrier around her four woman team, the team levitating upward and out of the debris.
"Talk about stealing the show," Cheetah chuckled. "I'd really say you overdid it."
"I had no idea you possessed such destructive power," Akua added.
"Stay tuned Shuzen, there's a lot more where that came from."
While still within the barrier, Circe lowered the group atop the devastated building and Cheetah looking out into the sky, mostly looking at the moon.
"I thought they would be more of a challenge once they discovered us. Truth be told, if you weren't here, it probably would have been that way," Killer Frost emphasized.
"Not over. Not yet," a voice came from the nearby woods, which just so happened to be over a hill and overlooking them.
The four looked in that direction and spotting an individual dressed in a blue karate gi with spiky white hair.
"Whoever he is, he's got balls," Cheetah said.
While most in the group had never seen him before, that couldn't be said for the vampire. And all around the area were screams from those who managed to escape the building who were in search for family and loved ones that might not have made it out.
"You, I know you," Akua pointed out as the spiky haired person drew closer. "Jon Talbain."
"No, Gallon!"
He looked up into the moon and howled as his transformation from man to werewolf transpired right before their eyes.
"Oh yes, I remember now. You were once a part of Fairy Tale seven years ago… what happened?"
"I woke up and saw the truth of what those monsters were truly seeking. Eradication of so many and a revolution to bring to power a ruler of the past is ludicrous. And as I've heard you're well on your way to doing what we failed to do seven years ago. Not if I have anything to say about it."
"I see. Even after your departure you never stopped keeping tabs, but to come here and try and challenge us on your own was very foolish. You cannot win," Akua said.
"Watch me!" Gallon shoved a foot into the ground and charged them.
Cheetah leaped forward and met him halfway through the air where they crashed downward over the debris. Off to their left came excessive movement from beneath the foundation as moments later someone shot up from beneath it with dragon wings sprouting from his back, seven feet in either direction.
"Fafnir…" Akua stared at him.
The dragon king had morphed out of his human guise into his humanoid form. But he wasn't the only one as another emerged from beneath the destruction, Lara the next to rise but much larger in size. The queen had taken to her true phoenix form; her body glowing shades of reds, yellows and oranges. Her wings flapped just as others rose from beneath the devastated building, which included some of her own soldiers and others of Arcenill Mount. Just as their king and queen they too had taken to their true forms. There were just over twenty of them.
"Didn't think you'd be rid of me that easy, did you?" Fafnir grinned while readying himself to attack. "I'll be honest, I didn't know Fairy Tale acquired such a heavy hitter in terms of magic."
Circe looked his way for only a second, but there was something on mind that was far more important. A small container which held the shell was damaged during the explosion, but with this Circe was able to feel out its position even without the tracker. Making good use of her magic abilities, with a magnetic force of sorts she lifted the small piece from the depths of the fallen building and tore through the ground. It was safely wrapped in a ball of magical energy and floating upward at Circe. And this is where it dropped into her hands.
"We now have what we came for," Circe smiled at the dragon king. "There's no point in entertaining sheep, but lucky for you all, I'm feeling in the mood."
In the snap of a finger the Chirismoy shell disappeared and a haughty expression still over her face.
"If you want it back, you'll have to come and get it, dragon."
Cursing under his breath, Fafnir took that as an invitation taking off through the air and with his momentum carrying him he threw out a punch. But chains erupted from beneath the ground and seizing his body while also wrapping tightly around his neck. The dragon tried breaking free of this but the constraints were firm and difficult to break free of. Soon he even began to gag, and the sorceress laughing aloud with the expression he gave off with his eyes bulging.
"Oh yes, that is such a great face," Circe licked at her lips.
Circe again laughed and so caught up in the moment that she didn't see Gallon rush and tackle her forcefully to the ground. Her body however quickly liquefied as she passed through the fallen pieces of the building.
"What!" the werewolf growled.
Gallon could only jump out of the way and avoid the ice blades fired off at him from Killer Frost. He jumped and moved around and eluding the projectiles and didn't realize a pool of water shot up from beneath the ground a yard or so away from him. It was in fact Circe's body reshaping but much larger, but the lower half of her body that of a snake's tail which tightly wrapped around Gallon's body.
The tail was thirteen feet in length and tightening with each moment that passed and Gallon growling as he tried freeing himself. Circe created light energy around her hands and fired off magical beams at some of the phoenix soldiers that tried to approach her from afar. And another section of the fallen roof was with movement as someone pushed aside sections of the roof and revealing himself. But he wasn't alone, as in his left arm he held a woman close to his side. She was unconscious but still breathing. He laid her out over the surface and checked for a pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when he found one.
"San," he whispered her name.
Gin's fists clinched, while his yokai sky rocketed and he transformed into his true form as the moon's light glowed over him. He then shot forward with his eyes only on Circe.
"You!" he growled.
His thoughts were nothing but aggression and rage as he thought only about splitting her in half like a twig. And on his way he tore through and destroying the chains which held Fafnir and freeing the dragon king. His thoughts and focus were only on Circe but his path cut off by Akua who kneed him in the chin, as she flipped over and grabbing his tail. The vampire spun him around before tossing him aside. And in the split second of this, Fafnir got around Akua and smashing an elbow into Circe's side and knocking the sorceress off her spot.
Right away her tail loosened over Gallon and this was just enough for the werewolf to free himself as he head-butted Circe and Fafnir simultaneously throwing out a roundhouse kick which connected with the back of her head. She was again knocked out of place and with a chuckle as her body flickered. Circe's body returned to its normal size and the tail replaced by legs.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to hit a lady? How un gentleman of you boys," Circe twirled around with both her hands and eyes glowing. "I could so easily reduce you all to dust, but where would be fun in that…"
A rumbling sound followed.
"What is this?!" Grin looked, maintaining his footing what felt like an earthquake.
And it was around the borders of where the building once stood that something began brewing and Circe raising her hands over her head. She spoke words and a language that none of them understood, but it was obviously a spell.
"Your majesty," one dragon soldier called out to his king and pointing out in a specific direction. "Something is rising, sir."
Fafnir inspected the entire area as Lara did the same. Not long thereafter hands and arms were tearing out of the ground, and Gin observing as he bit back.
"That's it, warriors of the past. Rise once more and fight again… your work is not yet done," the sorceress spoke.
The glow around Circe intensified as the corpses of goblins, Byakkos, vampires, ogres, etc rose from the depths of the earth. They were all undead, lifeless and missing limbs all over, but resurrected and under Circe's control.
"Well damn," Fafnir's eye twitched. "The ability to raise the dead. "Things just seem to be getting more and more interesting."
"That's right, dragon. Not only have they returned, but my puppets are physically superior to the originals."
Circe closed her eyes and performing an enchantment as each of the zombies was surrounded by and covered in purple magic energy. Gallon looked all around and guessed there had to be at least nearly two hundred of them.
"Double trouble," Circe laughed evilly. "They have twice the speed and strength of the originals, in addition to unlimited stamina and blood thirst unlike you've seen."
"Fuck all that!" Fafnir sneered as he blitzed Circe. "Take down the caster and the undead go back to being lifeless corpses."
"Smart thinking, but easier said than done."
He didn't give a damn about what she said or thought. The dragon was going to take her down, with his own two hands if need be. Fafnir zipped in over her and just about half a foot away when he opened his mouth and discharged a fire blast, point blank over her!
"Yes, he got her," Lara applauded.
"Burnt to a crisp," Gin smirked.
The moment of victory was short as it was quickly realized Fafnir's flames were being sucked in by Circe right through her mouth. Fafnir himself was surprised watching as the sorceress licked her lips and her eyes flared in the color of flames.
"That was delicious, dragon. I would love a second serving."
Biting down over his tongue, Fafnir cursed under his breath.
"No, nothing?" Circe threw her head back. "You know as they say, what goes around comes around. Allow me to return the favor."
Circe's eyes lit up in a bright red fiery tone as she opened her mouth and dispensing the flames she had just consumed seconds ago. It was in the form of a blast and with a greater radius than what the dragon had fired at her. The attack engulfed the dragon king who was shot back, alongside other dragon and phoenix soldiers who were also caught in the blast. A black cloud of smoke came from Circe's mouth as she coughed at the conclusion of the attack.
"Oh, was that ever so satisfying," she snickered.
Akua moved in over Circe's left side and clearing her throat.
"What you did just now… your body couldn't have been capable of that. Was it a spell?"
"Precisely. I casted in the split second before he got the attack off. He's quick, but I've dealt with beings much faster."
The vampire backed off with nothing else to add or say, mostly just intrigued the more she saw and learned about the sorceress. And across the way Fafnir and others of the yokai soldiers found themselves laid out over the ground. For those that were still conscious they felt ache and pain. The dragon king rolled over on his side with a grunt and spitting blood, flapping his wings as he returned to his feet.
"Damn this bitch," Fafnir grinned while wiping blood away from his mouth. "These are the types of battles I live for."
With his fists tight Fafnir went through yet another transformation and this time into his true dragon form, standing tall and largely over Fairy Tale. The dragon roared aloud and sending shivers up the spine of some.
"Nice roar, but a dog with bark and no bite is worthless," Circe chortled.
By the sorceress's command the undead soldiers went on the attack against the opposition, which included many bystanders who were still within the area.
"Circe, this is absurd," Cheetah moved up and positioned beside the sorceress. "We got we came for, staying here and tormenting these small fry isn't worth the risk."
Circe simply laughed off Cheetah's comments while taking aim over Fafnir with her right hand.
"They're insignificant bugs, yes. Sit back and enjoy the ride, we'll be out of here in a little while."
The two werewolves, Gin and Gallon found themselves back to back as they fought off the zombies.
"You!" Gin gazed over his shoulder. "I remember you… we fought once, years ago. Aren't you one of them?!"
"Was. People and things change with time. I cut tides with Fairy Tale some time ago."
Gallon ducked down as a spear was thrown from an undead elf.
"My soldiers and those of Arcenill Mount," Queen Lara pointed in the direction of the civilians. "They must be protected! Work around them. Be their sword and shield!"
Dragon and phoenix soldiers quickly took to that area and surrounding themselves around inhabitants of the realm. Fafnir went straight for Circe but his path cut off by an ice wall created by Killer Frost, but one swing of his tail completely obliterated it. The impact and forced knocked the ice user back and off her feet. He swung his tail once more but this time aimed at Circe which she ducked under and another simultaneously which she jumped over.
"Cheetah, Akua, Frost," Circe called out to them as she hovered backwards, eluding the dragon's tail a third time. "Get out of here."
With her left hand extended outward to her left she created a portal of dark energy.
"Take it," she snapped a finger and the Chirismoy shell appeared in the hands of Akua. "I'll be right behind you, after I'm finished here. These insects must be taught a lesson as to the new power of Fairy Tale and a taste of the new regime."
Circe increased the gravity of the portal as Akua and the others were all sucked in without a say in the matter and the portal closing behind them.
"The Chirismoy shell, it is gone!" Lara screeched.
The sorceress laughed sinisterly as she looked over the group of powerful monsters.
"Damn her… who even is she?!" Gin growled.
Gallon ducked down and avoided the blade of an incoming yokai as he forced his paw into the chest of the monster and sending it soaring in the opposite direction.
"Never seen her," Gallon bit into the arm of another and tearing it from the body while spinning and kicking the corpse to the ground. "Must be a new recruit, I've never seen her."
Circe threw her hair back as the phoenix Queen took to the air and positioned herself beside Fafnir.
"You fool set a mouse trap, but had no clue it would be a lion to step through. Now behold the power that is Fairy Tale… the power of Circe!"
A heavy power emitted from her body which caused the surrounding foundation to vibrate. A red aura surrounded her body and the sorceress performing an enchantment on herself and increasing her own physical strength as well as her own magical abilities; gleaming through the changes only her immortal body could handle.
"Now that's more like it," she floated off the ground and her eyes radiating an intense red.
It was like an invisible void stemming from her body and propelling them back like they were a fallen leaf in a powerful gust of wind. She leveled herself with the dragon as she hovered high up.
"All is not lost. If we defeat her and take her as a prisoner we'll still have virtually everything we wanted. And as a bonus, one of Fairy Tale's most powerful locked away," Lara said.
"And force out of her what we need. Fairy Tale's whereabouts. Seems we're on the same page," Fafnir smirked.
"Conspiring to try and defeat me," the sorceress chortled. "Any plan you formulate will fail."
Out of nowhere Gallon leaped high and over both the dragon and phoenix queen and throwing out a punch directed at Circe. She caught his fist and lifted her opposite arm and buried him into the ground sixty feet below in a single strike.
"Do not underestimate me. With my power raise, I rival the physical attributes of the amazons' greatest warrior and princess… Diana Prince. In addition to my own abilities."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm so quivering under my skin."
Fafnir was the next to move in on her. In a split second he was just inches of her, clawing away at her but his massive size and lack of elusiveness made it difficult for him to land a hit. But the attempts were merely a setup as he spun his body around and throwing out his tail right at her. She however hovered off to the side, taking hold of the speeding tail and swinging him around and tossing him into the nearby forest where his body crashed into and in between trees and bushes.
Lara was quickly up and in her face but a summoned sledgehammer in massive size smashed into her side and whacked her out of the air. Next was Gin who leaped right at her through the air, as she so effortlessly just seized his throat and tightening her grip as he gasped for air. Eventually she just tossed him aside and rubbing her hands together.
"Oh is this really going to be a fun night."
Collectively they tried attacking her at the same time, one after another, but the evil sorceress seemingly having an answer for everything they tried. Two persons appeared out of nowhere by way of teleportation; Zatanna and Yukari appeared over what had now become a battle field. Monsters of all sorts fighting against summoned zombies, and at the center of it was the powerful sorceress herself.
"Circe!" Zatanna hissed, laying eyes over the magic user who wasn't far from where they stood.
Yukari trembled at the scene of everything that appeared to be unfolding around them.
"This is crazy," the witch bit back and looking to Zatanna whose eyes were still over Circe. "You know who she is?"
"I do… and I'm going to put an end to all of this."
The magician hovered off the ground as she zipped forward at Circe and shouting out her name. Hearing her loud and clear, Circe turned and looked in that direction with a chuckle and waved as Zatanna touched down in front of her.
"Zatanna Zatara, in the world of monsters… such a surprising development. And where is the rest of your team, will the rest of them be joining us?"
She tried to sound all bold and confident, but Zatanna could hear it deep within her tone… the nervousness.
"I don't need the assist of the Justice League to deal with the likes of you," Zatanna growled. "What is the meaning to all of this destruction?! Why are you attacking here, and alone?"
The evil sorceress giggled while running a single finger over her own lips.
"What other than to collect the prize, a Chirismoy shell. And I didn't come alone, the others took off with what we came for and I decided to stick around for a little more fun if you know what I mean."
"Yur wide open!" Gallon clawed at Circe.
With her back turned to him, she sidestepped the werewolf's strike and knocked him aside with a magical beam. The dragon king Fafnir was the next to come into sight and spotted Zatanna as the speed of his wings flapping slowed up and returned to his humanoid form.
"You, I've seen you before. You're part of the…"
"Justice League," Zatanna finished for him with the nod of her head. "Leave her to me. Focus your efforts on getting civilians to safety."
"Hold the fuck on, what the hell are you doing in the realm?! Do you even have a…"
"She's with me," Yukari ran towards him from afar. "I'm not out to break rules or anything of the sort, she just so happened to be with me when I got the distress call."
"Distress call?" Fafnir raised an eyebrow, but then his focus shifting to something even more glaring. "What is someone like you doing with them?"
There was a loud thump that followed as a hand tore from beneath the surface and Yukari shouting as it seized her ankle. Screams from nearby citizens under attack altered Fafnir's attentiveness and he instead took off in that direction. There would be time to talk afterwards, but that time wasn't now. Yukari was dropped over the ground as the rising zombie pulled roughly over her ankle but that was it before a familiar werewolf appeared out of nowhere, blitzing and taking off its head in a single slash.
"Gin-san!"
Reaching out with a paw, he pulled her up to her feet.
"I've got you. And guess I'll ask the obvious, why are you even here… and with her?"
"San, she sent out an S.O.S to us all. And Zatanna," Yukari looked in that direction. "There's a whole lot to that, sort of private."
"Sounds interesting…" Gin murmured.
With superb reaction, the werewolf pulled Yukari out of the way as an axe was thrown their way by one of the zombies.
"Shall we dance, Zatara?"
Circe's body glowed with magical energy forming around her body while she floated into the air and Zatanna followed with a glow of her own. Gallon tore through the neck of one zombie with his teeth and tossed the body aside as he looked into the air of the floating wizards.
At high velocities, Zatann and Circe flew above the dark clouds. Their fight set to take place within the upper atmosphere a great distance from those down below.
"If it is true that you managed to gather what you came for, why do you remain here; I didn't believe it your style just to torture for the pleasure of it."
"Then you don't know me very well," Circe shot back, and by this point her hair fluttering around through the air.
With her hands cupped together Circe gathered up a massive amount of magical energy. The sorceress proceeded to fire the wave outwards, a beam of pure destructive magical power. Zatanna merely smirked and with the use of her backwards magic the blast was sucked into a small vortex, with her arms extended out in front of her. Next Zatanna went on the offence as her eyes glowed a bright white.
"Dniwlrihw morf eht snevaeh!"
And just like that a powerful whirlwind tore through the sky and crash landing over the surface down below. More than half of Circe's zombies were sucked into it, as Zatanna was in full control of the attack.
"Clever, Zatara. Clever," Circe applauded Zatanna, just before extending her own arms outward. "But two can play that game."
That was only the start, as then dressers appeared within the whirlpool in addition to tables, book shelves, old clocks and tables. Zatanna increased its power from the upper section as Circe was sucked in and spun around as she was ruthlessly hit by various items within the whirlpool. Zatanna however didn't stop there as the surrounding clouds within the skies grew darker and lightning striking from the clouds and directed straight at Circe who was zapped over and over while at the same time being punished by many of the soaring items within the whirlpool.
Throughout this all as she took punishment, Circe managed to fire off an electric wave which whizzed Zatanna and knocked her back, giving the Sorceress some breathing room as she freed herself from the whirlpool. She then summoned a three headed monster with wings and seized it on Zatanna and with a wave of its tail Zatara was knocked out of the air. It then breathed a massive fire blast directed at Zatanna, but she put up a force field and protecting herself from the attack.
"Nrut tsaeb ot noegip," Zatanna aimed her hands at the three headed monster.
And right before Circe's eyes it was turned into a pigeon. Circe cursed under her breath just as Zatanna lowered the barrier and with a smirk, but the sorceress before her was anything but amused and with her hands aimed down over Zatanna who was just about fifty feet off the ground. A tornado instantly formed just behind her and she was sucked in as she spun around and around.
"Taste of your own medicine!"
During and while this occurred the battle on ground with Circe's zombies continued. And off to the side of it all, someone awoke and regained consciousness. She stood upright but slouched over somewhat as she coughed and her vision somewhat blurred but was quickly clearing up. Her eyes looked all around and observed the battlefield and she felt a sense of relief when spotting him out in the distance, Gin. It didn't take her long to put the pieces together and figure who was on which side, the zombies the clear opposition.
"Hurry, we must stop them here! We cannot allow them to leave this area, or else many civilians could be at stake!" Fafnir shouted, biting into the neck of one and lifting it off the ground before tossing it aside and Gallon punching through and splitting the zombie in half.
Watching from afar and knowing exactly what she needed to do, San Otonashi sprouted her wings and took off into the air as she flew up and over and getting herself closer to the battlefield which she did and looking down over the zombies who greatly outnumbered the opposition. It had been quite a while since she had used her voice and she was very much looking forward to the opportunity. She slowly but surely began singing her tune and there wasn't a single individual with on the battlefield that didn't hear its beauty, but with such a lethal power behind it.
"San!" Gin looked upward into the sky at her.
She only shot him a quick look, as the siren had a job to complete. Each of the zombies one after another were being hit with her sonic waves; their corpses being torn apart from the inside out.
"A siren…" queen Lara looked into the sky and spotting San. "Warriors, do not hold back, we must take this time to put them down for good. Do not hold back!"
The battle raged on from there, the intensity picking up from both the phoenix and dragon soldiers. San continued her onslaught from the sir, putting more power into her attacks, knowing the enemies were nothing more than empty mindless creations. The siren was especially careful that her waves didn't make contact with any of the soldiers, as even one shot was fatal. It wasn't long before a handful of the zombies were immobile, as their limbs were being destroyed and soon after Circe's body plummeted from up high. Her body smashed into the ground and creating a sizable crater, with smoke and debris rising. And above nearly two hundred feet was Zatanna with a bright glow around her body.
"Then I suppose the warm-up is over," the sorceress spat blood as she slowly rose to her feet.
Circe lifted her hands, aimed at Zatanna but from her left she was hit by a sonic wave and again dropped over the ground. And even with her immortal body, the sorceress felt massive amounts of pain to her internal organs which felt like were exploding and imploding inside her. And before any further damage could be done she performed a healing spell over her own body and regenerated to one hundred percent.
"You little rat," Circe growled, looking up at the siren. "The first monster to truly damage me, commendable… but it will be your last act."
The sorceress was with her back turned to Zatanna and eying the siren, but didn't get the chance to make a move as she was struck by a magic ball shot from Zatanna. The blast saw Circe on her side, chuckling with agitation as she rolled over on her back and looking into the sky. Zatanna stared back down at her and Circe silently sighing.
"Pfff, pointless. There's a time and place… which simply isn't now. We shall pick back up on this a later date, Zatara."
Another wave of magical energy was shot down over Circe, but by then her body had disappeared in a bright blaze of light.
"Teleportation, damn…" Zatanna uttered.
The remaining zombies who had not been taken down, which were few in numbers just dropped to the ground and the bodies of all turning to dust. From there Zatanna slowly lowered herself and Yukari quickly running up to her side. Fafnir and Queen Lara looked all around and realizing the battle was in fact over.
"You lot there," Fafnir looked to a handful of his soldiers. "Check on and attend to the injured! And the rest of you, start removing fallen pieces from the venue. There are still people trapped under there!"
His warriors immediately took action and did as they were commanded.
"Zatanna," Yukari tugged at her arm. "We should go, you shouldn't be here in this realm."
The magician not only ignored the witch but pulled her arm away from Yukari as she hovered into the air and towards the fallen building.
"Erotser gnidliub sa suoiverp," Zatanna used her magic as the venue was restored, bystanders watching in amazement as the pieces were put back together in mere seconds.
The building which previously stood over seventy feet tall was back intact.
"Holy fuck…" one phoenix soldier murmured.
"Zatanna, that… that's amazing…" Yukari was at lost for words.
Both Queen Lara and Fafnir looked over in the direction of the magician and were shocked just as everyone else. No one stood around for long however, Fafnir the first to take off and inside the building. And as expected, bodies of various monsters were laid out totaling at nearly twenty. Others were quickly in behind him seconds later, and the phoenix Queen with a hand over her mouth. Within the minute, Gin, San and even Gallon had entered through the front doors.
"They'll need medical attention immediately," San spoke softly. "Or they might not make it."
Not far behind them, both Yukari and Zatanna stepped through.
"She's right," Lara nodded. "We must get them to a hospital where they can be treated."
Zatanna took several steps forward passed everyone, positioning herself ahead of the group.
"Leave it to me," Zatanna looked to the queen over her shoulder. "I can revive them."
Lara opened her mouth to retort but by then Zatanna had already casted a spell using her backwards magic and those over the ground were with a smooth glow over their bodies, lasting for a little while. And when it subsided, all stood expect for six; looking as though they had never been injured and their injuries completely vanished.
"Incredible…" Gin murmured.
"You!" Lara pointed at her. "Who are you?!"
"Don't blow a fuse," Fafnir waved the Queen off. "She's part of the Justice League. But I must say, magic of this caliber what you showed out there and again here just isn't something you see every day. However, by being here you've violated the rules of this realm. Wizards and magicians aren't technically considered monsters."
"Oh come on," Gin marched forward. "Forget the stupid rules for a sec, who the hell knows what happens if she didn't show. That sorceress, witch or whatever she was had us all on the ropes until she got here and on top of that she not only saved these people but reconstructed this building."
"Gin is right," San moved up next to him, agreeing.
Among the group it was Gallon that pointed out something that everyone was otherwise overlooking.
"And what of those four, why aren't they standing?" his eyes fell over Zatanna.
Her head fell forward and her gaze over the carpet.
"Sorry. Resurrection isn't in my abilities."
Fafnir immediately bit over his tongue and Lara's mouth expanding and a hand over her heart; both knowing with this meant.
"What was Circe doing here?" Zatanna spoke, breaking the silence. "That's her name."
There wasn't an immediate response given and Lara soon thereafter shaking her head.
"This is our fault. We lured and planned to trap them," the phoenix Queen looked up sadly. "And because of it, those four lost their lives. I take full responsibility for my actions."
"And what about you, what are you doing in the world of monsters?" Fafnir flipped the script on Zatanna.
"She was with me in the human world, I told you," Yukari answered. "I received a distress call from San over there. And I imagine Tsukune, Mizore and the others received that same call. If not yet, they'll realize it soon. I came soon as I could, and naturally she'd tag along."
Gin immediately looked to San as he returned to his human form and she was with a guilty smile.
"And your name is?" Lara looked to the magician.
"Zatanna Zatara."
"Well then, Zatanna. In most cases I'd take you in for violating the trespassing policy, and judgement passed down by the courts… however, with the circumstance being what it is I'm going to let you walk."
"Let her walk?" Fafnir glimpsed at Lara. "My father will learn of any human's presence in this world. In just a day or so, when her story has been confirmed she'd be free to…"
"We've got much larger matters to deal with than a trespassing violation. Our efforts to try and lure Fairy Tale and trap them failed. Not only that but we've got dead bodies on our hands… and all of this done among ourselves and not consulting with the emperor. And to be fair, this woman is of the Justice League. That has to count for something."
"Tsk, you talk about him as if the world revolves around him and the rest of us just live in it. He can't be the only one responsible for what goes on, those in positions of power like us have to take responsibility and shoulder some of that weight, tackling dilemmas head on. That said… we're going to get eaten alive for this, I'll do the talking when it comes down to it. I'm his son, but don't think for a second he's going to go easy on me."
"Oh believe me, I know," Lara replied, taking a deep breath before she looked to Zatanna. "You should be on your way. We'll take care of things from here."
"Thank you."
Zatanna bowed her head, taking off for the exit but with Yukari at her side. Watching them disappear through the door, Gin knew he'd have to have a conversation with Yukari. What on earth was she doing hanging around with a member of the Justice League? He wasn't the only one, Fafnir thinking the same. What could that mean?
XXX
Getting up from the Blackjack table, Brian Lawson walked away, taking in all the surrounding sights of the Casino. The bright lights, sounds of slot machines and screams of winning players were now going to become a thing of the past. In his twenties hitting the Casino now and then was a form of recreation but in time, it became an obsession. Now, even with a lucrative law practice, he recently found it harder to cover his loses. He arrived at the Casino every Thursday night and left Saturday night. With his big loss on the night, he convinced himself that now was the time to change his ways; to get rid of his gaming addiction. Looking around the Casino, for one last time, with the bright lights and crowds of people, he felt like he was saying goodbye to his entire life. Brian, arriving at the Reception desk, was greeted by the desk clerk "Good evening, Mr. Lawson. What can I do for you tonight?" Eddie asked.
"I'd like to settle my bill. I'm checking out."
"Hope there isn't a problem. You are comped till Sunday. You are one of our favorite guests," he said with a broad grin.
"No, there's no problem, James. This has been my home every weekend for the last year but tonight I felt unlucky. Even nights when I lose, I always had the feeling that I would win it back. Tonight is just different. It's time for me to call time out for a while."
Brian took his receipt, and headed for the elevators. He always packed light. A small carry on case was all he needed. Leaving the room key on the bureau, he pulled his bag toward the elevators. Pushing the down arrow, the door immediately opened and inside the elevator laid the answer to everything.
The door opened onto a scene Brian never expected to see. On the floor laid a man in a black suit, stained with blood, holding a black ski mask and a large duffle bag. Rushing in, he saw that the man had been shot and was dead. He opened the bag and found stacks of bundled bills. Looking around at the empty hall, he knew it was just a matter of time before someone would exit their room to head for the elevators. Tucking the bag with the money under his arm, he grabbed his suitcase and quickly ran for the stairs.
Six flights down, he exited into a lobby filled with mass mayhem. Bullets were being fired and it seemed to be from two different sides, gang related if he had to guess. Not long after that the security systems and electricity shutdown, and he didn't know if intentional by either side or just occurred during the back and forth gunfire. Another came running out of nowhere and pulling him down behind a table.
"What in the world are you doing standing out in the open like that? You tryna get yourself killed?!"
He did not answer as yet another round of gunfire went off and the two remained ducked down trying to protect and conceal themselves. It wasn't far that someone observed the shootout just a couple buildings over, sitting atop a rooftop as her feet and legs dangled about. There was a smile over her face and noticeable excitement which her travel companion picked up on.
"Over there," the child pointed out. "That's where all the fun is, so loud, so much action and noise. We gotta go there, miss witch lady!"
The young succubus jumped to her feet with much excitement and waving her backside.
"You know the answer to that already, little Miss Aensland. You wanted nothing more than to explore and take in the views of the human world, but you must not interfere in their matters."
"Says who, you? Gotta trust me witch lady, I won't expose myself. Wanna get a closer look at stuff," the child rubbed her hands together.
"No, Audrey. I must advise against, and so to would the queen if she was…"
The witch was cut off by a silent laugh that came from Audrey.
"My mother wouldn't have approved me being here, but here I am. Her rules don't apply, not here and I'm going to do whateva I want. Do not worry miss witch lady, I won't get hurt and mother showed me how not to expose myself."
Bats appeared from out of nothingness, flapping and submerging the succubus as her clothing changed and her appearance. Her complexion grew tan, her eyes a dark brown and her hair raven colored but without the long pigtails.
"Be back, come if you want or watch. This is gonna be a blast, no matter what!"
Wings sprouted out of both her head and torso as she took a dive off the ledge as she flew out towards the casino. This was the sort of action she'd been longing for, thinking about since she departed for the human world. While she wheeled through the air Audrey thought back to the many stories she heard from her mother in regards to the queen's journeys into man's world and how to properly protect herself without exposure.
"Like mother said, must first destroy security cameras… and maybe put up an illusion," she silently contemplated as she nodded and smiled. "Yes, that be best."
Her wings flapped as she picked up speed and the witch shouting out to her, begging that she stop. The child succubi wasn't having any of that, ignoring the witch entirely as she zipped through the air and her heart pounding with immense anticipation for what she was about to do. With a rush of energy she came smashing through a glass window and the attention immediately went in her direction.
"What the hell!" one gunman, startled and all fired off at her and others followed his lead.
Swiftly dodging and or blocking the shots with her wings, Audrey flew around and promptly locking in on the many security systems and destroying them simultaneously with a barrage of ki energy waves.
The sun had set over Metropolis some time ago letting Clark bath in the depths of the sunset's captivating mixture of plentiful shades. It was family night and the three decided on staying in and watching a movie with a home cooked meal. He was looking forward to it, time away from the office and time away from flying and capes. Sitting over the sofa he waited for Lois and Jon. As Clark lingered waiting eagerly, he heard the sound of a car motor and knew it was Lois approaching, probably returning from the Daily Planet. Sets of footsteps exited the car and advanced towards the front door. Clark stood up as two figures drew near him.
Jon was with her and he greeted both.
"I'll get dinner started and then we can start the movie," Lois kissed at Clark's cheek.
Clark nodded his head, smiled while Jon jumped and took a seat over the sofa. Lois took off for the kitchen while Clark took a seat next to the boy. But that's when it came to him, the screams of civilians in addition to gunshots and he could clearly make out what was being said.
"A demon… she's a demon!"
"Shoot her dead, shoot her dead!"
Gunshots followed as Clark stood from the sofa and Jon looking up at him with slight concern.
"Father, is… is everything okay?"
"Not sure," he removed the glasses from his eyes and set them over the table.
And right before his eyes Clark spun in circles and his casual clothing replaced by that of his kryptonian gear. Just as quickly he zipped out of the front door which swung back and forth while Lois shouted out to him, running out of the kitchen but it was all for nothing as he was already gone. The destination was miles away, but with the combination of his super hearing and speed Superman arrived on scene in a matter of seconds; glass around the area cracking while the foundation shook. In blinding speed the man of steel zipped through the front doors, locking in on over each individual carrying a firearm, as well as so many over the ground injured and or worse.
And just as quickly he set eyes over what the gunmen had been shooting at, her wings spread as she flew up and over near the ceiling. If he had to guess she appeared to be some sort of demon, possibly a succubus but he also knew that she wasn't responsible for the injured or deceased. All of their wounds were caused by gunfire and at the moment it appeared as though all weapons had been turned on her, which was likely a result of her retaliation/interference. And more intriguing than that was that she was a child, but he wouldn't know the full story until he settled things.
Focusing his eyes and locking on each individual still standing and carrying a firearm, Superman blitzed throughout the entire auditorium, downing each and every one of them in just over a second, totaling over fifteen. His super hearing also picked up on police sirens and ambulances that couldn't have been more than half a block away. Superman peered over the injured and looked to the child succubus who landed over the table halfway across the room.
"What… what happened," she looked all around in confusion.
Just a moment ago she was being shot at from every which direction, and then everyone seemingly knocked out cold before she could even bat an eye.
"You there," Superman called out to her as she set eyes on him for the first time.
Instantaneously her heart sprinted, knowing exactly who this man was. She had never before seen him in person, but just as any other monster of Makai he was widely revered and known, a spectacle unlike any other and the child even felt her body quiver.
"Su…Superman…"
She bit down over her lower lip as her entire body froze, not hearing any of the words that came out of his mouth from that point on, utterly astonished. Before her wasn't just any man or monster, but one said to be the most powerful and influential of them. Kal examined the faraway look in her eyes, figuring there was a chance she didn't take in a thing that he said.
"Young lady," he called out to her, zipping forward in blinding speed and taking hold of her arm. "Who are you?"
"Fast!" her eyes enlarged.
One second he was twenty to thirty feet away and the next he's right up on her!
"I…I must go."
She panicked, pulling back while trying to free herself from his grasp, but his hold far too tight. That was no problem however, as her eyes glowed for a moment as her physical form then broke down into a barrage of bats which all flew through the air and out the window from where she came. There was a choice to be made, Superman looking towards the window while at the same time those in need of medical attention and the decision was easy. If he would see her again, he didn't know; but she wasn't the perpetrator here. And so with that Superman began rounding up those that needed medical attention the most and flying them to the incoming ambulances while at the same time tying down those believed to be involved in the shootout.
"Witch lady, miss witch lady!" Audrey's body reformed atop the same building where she had left the witch. "Guess who I saw, guess?! Superman, it was Superman!"
Audrey jumped up and down with uncontrolled excitement.
"He was so rad, so fast I couldn't even see! This has been the coolest get out ever!"
"Were you seen?" the witch groaned.
"I'm disguised, so what if I was… and I took out security cameras like mom showed me. Can't make the same mistakes she did," Audrey said thankfully, standing on the tips of her toes as she spun around and pointed out in a specific direction. "And now we go that way! Gotham City is the next town over, miles across the bay. Dad, I'ma coming."
The witch watched the succubus jump up and down and running a hand over the side of her head, questioning what exactly she had gotten herself into.
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As he walked along, the emperor heard a familiar sound coming up from behind him. It was the faint sound of his name being called.
"Apollo"
The sound of running footsteps and his name being called drew closer and closer. And she appeared full of energy and in a good mood from what he could tell.
"Apollo, I'm going to jump so catch me, please!"
His eyes widened at this… what did she mean? He turned to see his sub in for Eris. Ruby, ran straight at him with her arms wide open and her hands full of random papers from her assignments for the day.
"I'm gonna jump now, so be sure to catch me!" she exclaimed gleefully.
Apollo had no idea what had gotten into her or what this was all about. As she jumped and aimed for his arms she looked at him, taking note of the way he was dressed. All neat and tidy, his hair perfect, his robe ironed and not to mention his smile. She loved his smile, especially after seeing it as many times as she had. The harbinger also took in her appearance on the day, the witch wearing a wine colored dress and brown boots. As he had been admiring her loveliness, he failed to notice that she was about to land in his arms. He quickly lowered a file in his left hand while simultaneously catching her. The papers in her hands had fallen and scattered over the ground.
He held her close, taking in her scent. The witch was giggling the whole time and he couldn't quite figure why. He felt the press of her chest against his, the smell of her hair, the feel of her arms around his neck. Yet he didn't remove her right away like he normally would have.
As he was absorbing the moment and feeling Ruby's arms around his neck he didn't realize where is hands were about to be placed. He opened his eyes to see his hands about to grab onto the area just below her waist. He immediately spun them both around and applied a grip around her waist. Her arms still around his neck, their bodies just off of each other, their faces just apart by inches. He quickly set her down, listening in on footsteps that were fast approaching from another hall over. Apollo immediately dropped down and began picking up the scattered papers while ruby dusted herself off.
"Sir, sir!"
The emperor looked up as he had just finished stacking and organizing the files as two of his guards approached.
"What is it?" the harbinger stood.
"Something happened, an attack. We believe it took place at the event your son was hosting, King Fafnir."
To be continued
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