Chapter 38: CHAPTER 34
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[David Lance POV]
I took a step back, seeing the creature I had destroyed with a whisper, reform in a fair bit of crimson smoke. Little by little materializing back to full health.
"Not bad…" The entity hissed, the tone of his voice changing as his eyes that had just materialized back from my attack started glowing red, with an extra set appearing above his original two, making the total sum four.
Four eyes.
Demonic powers.
There was only one being that I knew, that matched that description to a T.
Trigon.
I really hoped it wasn't him. I was far, far out of my league if he was.
"You will do," The demon smiled, pointing at me with delirious delight, one that soon turned into a scowl filled with confusion. "You resist me?"
I honestly had no idea what he was talking about, but based on his look of utter bewilderment, he had probably tried to mind control me, failing in the process.
"I see," The demon laughed, his voice booming across the once green forest, shaking the very earth, forcing the tectonic plates in the near surroundings to oscillate dangerously. "Your mind is alluringly strong. But as vexing as you are, everything is futile in the face of me."
"Go back to hell," I muttered, destroying his body once again in order to collect my thoughts, to better deal with the situation.
First, I had to analyze what I knew, and what I could deduce based on what I had seen so far.
I was still breathing.
Meaning that thing I had destroyed twice, wasn't Trigon, at least not entirely.
That alone gave me a lot of room to stall. For someone better prepared to deal with magical threats.
Regrettably, for me, I didn't have Doctor Fate's number, or Constantine's for that matter, the two heavy hitters of the league when it came to dealing with demonic entities.
Not that Doctor Fate's number would help, he wasn't on active duty anymore.
At least that I knew of.
However, I had Giovanni Zatara's number. I had seen the man once at a Christmas party at Oliver's manor three years ago, where he had come to give Oliver his gift before departing to spend the holiday with his daughter.
He had given me his personal card that time, telling me to call him, in case Oliver didn't in a magical emergency.
This seemed like a great opportunity to text him, alongside Batman, those two would know better how to handle this situation, or at the very least they would have a better grasp of how to deal with this than I did.
Coming to that conclusion, I sent the texts as fast as I could, keeping myself fully alert.
"You cannot stop me, child," The demon hissed, his body reforming in front of me at an alarmingly quick rate.
"I will," I replied in a whisper. Destroying his body once again.
I might not be able to kill him, but this would do for now.
"He can take it away…"
I froze in place, as the world around me changed, showing me what life could be if I was in control of my powers, through a world of illusions.
He was trying to manipulate me through my desires.
"He can take the pain away. Your burdens… everything, and all you have to do, is serve… Heed what he offers you, an existence free of pain and earthly burdens, and all he demands in return is your total obedience, your complete subservience. For you to acknowledge him as your God, that's all he asks, for a life free of earthly suffering…" The voice of the demon thundered inside my skull loudly. Offering me a life in control.
"Go fuck yourself," I muttered, aiming ahead of me, forcefully breaking a path out of the wretched world of illusions that surrounded me.
"Pathetic… Resistance is futile to one who is the destroyer of all that exists!" The demon roared, his body reforming in front of me, ready to attack.
However, before the demon could even begin to attack, a large beam of black energy with a faint purple edge around it struck the enemy, pushing the demon away, as the following words were heard loud and clear, "Azarath metrion zinthos!"
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[Batman POV]
I had received a message from Black Bolt on my private phone as I was patrolling Gotham, requesting urgent help in dealing with a magical situation.
The very same text had also been sent to Zatara, who had contacted me, as I called the league.
Black Bolt knew of every magical threat we, the League knew of, as it had been a fundamental part of his training in criminal profiling. With that in mind, and how certain I was of his skills, the lack of any information in his text that could help us identify the threat was worrisome.
Because it meant the threat was one, we didn't know anything about.
What concerned me, even more, was the fact that whatever this threat was, had gone under the radar, avoiding detection from our strongest magical users.
There was a chance Black Bolt was simply dealing with a threat he regarded as magical but wasn't. For the League, it was common to deal with these kinds of threats every now and then.
Be that as it may, I trusted Black Bolt's judgment enough to not rule out anything just yet. Instead, opting to tackle this situation by taking his text as hard facts to base our response on.
"Do we have his location?" Superman asked.
I nodded, "He's forty miles north from Star City."
"Let's go then," Wonder Woman said, holding her lasso tight.
"I'm already on my way, I'll be there in fifteen seconds, had to stop at the police to drop my latest catch," The Flash added, replying to our call through the coms.
"Mate, we better hurry. Whatever that poor bloke of a kid is fighting, is as dark as they come, hell, it makes Hell feel like fucking Glendale," Constantine said, his eyes narrowing in concern. "I mean, if you like the kid… otherwise, keep debriefing our situation."
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Constatine is right," Zatara nodded, dread clear in his voice. "I can… feel darkness without equal there, no idea how I didn't notice it sooner."
"Get used to it mate," Constantine shrugged. "Besides, this is my day-to-day bread. Dark shit, and booze. Mostly booze."
"Zeta tubes ready," I said, giving the League a small nod to proceed.
Chapter 39: CHAPTER 35
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[David Lance POV]
"Azarath metrion zinthos!"
"What…?" said the Demon, staring around in confusion. And then he breathed in uncontrolled anger. "Raven!"
Shocked by what the demon had said, I looked behind me, my heart pounding. To find Raven standing behind me, her violet-blue eyes staring at the demon, as the realization dawned on me.
Rachel.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked.
I nodded, focusing back on the demon. I would talk with her about this later.
"Even now, you defy him?" said the Demon dangerously.
"Always," Rachel replied without a hint of hesitation in her soft-spoken tone.
"So be it," said the Demon softly, staring at her, before raising his claws, sending a blast of energy at Rachel, who with a move of her hand enveloped us in a whirling dome of darkness, reappearing us behind the Demon.
"Hi," I whispered, taking this opportunity to attack, destroying his body once again.
"That won't keep him down," Rachel stated in a soft tone. "The avatar he's using can't be affected by physical phenomena."
I nodded, that much had been clear so far. I was simply working out my frustrations on him. ~What do we do?~
"Let me handle this," Rachel replied, advancing towards the Demon as it reformed.
"You can't avoid your destiny child!" roared the Demon in blasphemous anger, pointing at her. "You were born to serve, and serve you will!"
"I am the master of my own destiny," Raven replied calmly.
"You think you're protecting him?! Foolish little girl… he will serve, just like you! You protect nothing!" spat the Demon, sending another blast of reddish energy at her, that Raven blocked with a blast of her own.
Rachel said nothing, her hands glowing black with a dim purple edge covering them dangerously as she aimed at him once again, sending a torrent of energy at the Demon, who dodged her attack, vanishing out of sight at the last moment.
Frowning, I started looking around. Keeping my guard up. Chances were the Demon wanted to use me as leverage in this battle, something I would not allow to happen by any means.
I might not be able to help much because of magical reasons, but be that as it may, that didn't mean I would become a liability for Rachel, who evidently was better suited to deal with this threat.
Behind!
Throwing my body to the side, feeling a slight chance of air around, I managed to scarcely dodge the Demon's attack as it appeared behind me.
"You–!" growled the Demon, being interrupted by one of Raven's attacks, blasting it to the ground. "Raven!" roared the Beast, bleeding as it got back on its feet, glaring daggers at Rachel.
All while I admired the fact her attacks were actually harming him.
Raven once again at the demon's growls and roars, said nothing, calmly floating towards him, closing their distance.
"Defying our God is a foolish path!" roared the Demon, darting towards her on all fours, like a feral beast.
"Maybe, but it is my choice to make," Raven replied lightly, as though they were having a normal conversation. Then, before the Demon could reach her, she brought her forward, piercing the beast with a thin laser-like beam of dark energy.
Coughing blood, the Demon vanished once again, dissipating with a poof of black smoke that reformed behind her in the form of a giant two-headed snake, trying to sink its fangs into her.
Kicking the ground beneath me as hard as I could, I rushed to her side, hurling a few explosives at the beast, halting its progress. As Raven turned around, effortlessly flicking the demon high into the air with the move of her index finger, destroying its body once again, leaving nothing behind but a wisp of smoke.
Was it over?
I had no idea.
"He's still alive, and around," Raven said as if reading my thoughts. "I can't read your thoughts. You have a strong mind, but I can read your emotions, and you were feeling confused," she clarified, answering all of my current questions.
I nodded, offering her a smile.
"Azarath metrion zinthos!" Raven muttered, bringing her hands together as if to pray, enveloping me in her energy, which now coated me with a faint purple edge. "Your attacks will affect his avatar now. "
"DIE!!!" screamed the Demon in unyielding anger, lunging at us as it reformed.
I smiled, realizing what she had done. "No," I muttered, destroying his half-reformed body, inches away before it reached us. Leaving nothing behind, but a sense of completion.
"That should keep him away for some time," Rachel said softly.
I nodded, taking her words as facts. In the world of magic, I had little clue how things operated.
~Did you like the book I gave you last time?~ I asked, trying to make small talk.
Rachel remained silent for a moment, averting her eyes from meeting mine, before giving me a soft nod. "I did."
I smiled, surveying the damage I had done to the forest before Rachel had arrived to aid me. I was truly grateful for that, without her assistance, things would've ended poorly for me.
~Thanks,~ I signed.
Rachel once again said nothing, simply giving a small nod as she looked ahead.
To think I would meet Raven of all people.
"Black Bolt!"
I turned around upon hearing my name, witnessing the League arrive at the scene, Superman being the one to have called my name.
Smiling, I waved at them. They had arrived a bit too late for the party, but they had arrived nevertheless, so I could at least say I could count on them to show up.
"So that's the kid?" A man with a thick British accent spoke, as he came into view. Smoking a cigar.
There was no need for an introduction. I knew who he was. He was no other than John Constantine, the Hellblazer of England.
"Where's the enemy?" Wonder Woman was the first to ask, taking a step forward as she looked around.
"Well, love. She's standing right by his side," replied Constantine, his eyes on Rachel. "Don't try to hide it, kid. I can literally feel the evil oozing out of you."
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