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[David Lance POV]
I was lost.
Not literally, no.
More like in a figurative sense.
I was lost in the sense I had no idea how to prove Rachel's innocence to the League. I mean, how could I? I honestly had no solid evidence to back my word up.
Sure, she was my friend, and I knew she wasn't evil, but to the League, or any legal establishment that meant nothing.
"You don't have to do this," Rachel said softly.
~I don't, but I want to,~ I signed, smiling at her. She was my friend, and I would be damned if I allowed the League to hunt her down, without any reason.
"I'm honestly not concerned about the League," Rachel said unconcernedly.
~I am,~ I admitted with a tired sigh.
"Why are you helping me?" Rachel asked calmly, her violet-blue eyes resting on me.
I paused for a moment, before answering. ~We are friends, friends help each other…~
"Friends…" Rachel muttered under her breath as if the word was foreign to her in more than one sense.
I nodded.
"You are doing more than any normal friend would…" Rachel replied coolly. "I read about… friends, but none would risk everything for one they have known for so little time… like you are doing… why?"
I paused again, she was bringing up a good point, I mean, why was I doing this? Was it our friendship that pushed me to go on the lam with her? Was it the knowledge I had about her? Or was it something else entirely?
I sighed, musing over her question before answering. ~To be honest, I don't know… I guess there are questions without logical answers, all I know is that I care about you and that I want to help you, I know you are not a bad person, and therefore should not be treated as such.~
"What… what if I was a bad person?" Rachel muttered, each word carrying more hesitation than the last. Her body dropping ever so lightly, as her lips quivered for just the briefest of moments, with her breath coming to a complete halt. "What then?"
I paused again, knowing very well what she was thinking right now, or at the very least having a pretty good idea of what she was thinking. Her parentage, her powers, and all this meant haunted her.
I could relate to that, to some level. Her demons were unimaginably bigger than mine, the weight on her shoulders was so massive, that mine barely held a dying candle to it.
Be that as it may, I could relate. I could understand some of her pains, and struggles, not all of them, but some.
So I knew very well what she was thinking.
Because more than once, I would be thinking just that.
~You are not a bad person,~ I replied with a calm smile, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"You sound sure of that," Rachel muttered with just the hint of a smile dawning on her face for the briefest of moments.
~I am,~ I nodded.
"Thanks," Rachel replied, going back to her usual self. "By the way, there's something I've been meaning to ask…"
I smiled, taking a seat in front of her on the ground of the cave, giving her a nod to proceed with her question.
"Do you know who Trigon is?" Rachel asked, eyes on me, scrutinizing me from head to bottom.
I froze, having no idea how to answer that without lying.
"Let me rephrase that, how do you know who Trigon is?" Rachel asked again, with the same look on her face. "When we were fighting that demon, I felt your emotions spike for a brief moment with emotions one could only feel if knowledge of it was in the way."
I sighed, trying to find a way to word my answer out, without sounding absolutely crazy in the process. ~I… I have heard of him, I really can't explain how, but, yes, I am aware of him.~
"I see," Rachel said, calmly.
~I apologize my answer is not exactly satisfactory,~ I smiled, my fingers fidgeting.
"It's okay, you answered my question to the best of your ability," Rachel replied. "Besides, I know very well there are questions one can't answer, simply because they lack a clear answer."
I nodded, that was, after all, pretty much my case when it came to canon-related answers I knew without previous interaction.
"Are you afraid I'm his daughter?" Rachel asked her eyes on me once again.
I shook my head. Was I afraid of her dad? Sure, I was, who the hell would not? He was Satan himself but on demonic steroids, I mean, I was pretty sure he was one of the selected few that I could scream at, and not only survive, but punch me back twice as hard.
Sure, it depended on the version of Trigon this Trigon was, but still, regardless of the iteration I was dealing with, more than not, most iterations were strong enough to solo Superman with frightening ease.
"You are a weird guy," Rachel smiled, amused by my answer.
~I am,~ I nodded, with a smile of my own. ~I mean, I am the literal definition of a walking talking nuke…~
"Your voice didn't seem to carry nuclear qualities," Rachel muttered, tilting her head to the side.
I blinked, perhaps the use of literal in a not literal sense was too confusing for her still. ~I know, it's a way of speaking, an expression, or in my case, a way of signing. It's also the best possible example I can think of.~
"Oh, I see," Rachel nodded, satisfied with my answer.
I smiled at that, scratching the back of my head.
"You can't control it… right?" Rachel asked softly.
~My powers? No, I can't… I mean, I'm sure I could control them to some level if I trained more, but even if I learned, they would always be lethal to well, almost everybody…~ I replied, wondering if it was even possible to control my powers to a non-lethal level.
"I can help you…" Rachel replied, violet blue eyes looking at me expectantly. "I am well versed in a situation very similar to yours, so if control is what you seek, I might be of assistance, if you want that is… I wouldn't want to impose…"
Well-versed in a situation similar to mine. I guess that was her way of sympathizing with me.
~I would be honored,~ I smiled, accepting her offer.
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[John Constantine POV]
The night had fallen, and I was in my hotel, smoking a fine cigar. Wondering what to do with the newest demon on my turf.
"You can come in now," I said to the seemingly empty room. "No need to creep on my bloody ass."
Batman entered my room through the window I had left open. His bloody suit, blending with the night outside better than the shadows themselves, had I not been used to this type of shit dealing with demons day and night, he would've scared the crap out of me.
"Fancy a cuppa?" I offered jokingly. I knew the last thing Batman wanted from me was a bloody cup of me, but it didn't hurt to ask, even if I didn't have how to make good on that offer right now.
Batman said nothing, carefully scanning the room up and down.
"I'll take your usual silence as a no," I added, taking a seat on my bed. "So, why are you here?"
"I came to ask for your help," Batman replied. "I need help proving Black Bolt is right, and you are my best bet for that."
"I already told you, the girl is a bad omen," I replied, taking a deep breath. Had I been wrong before? Absofuckinglutly, but this time, I was certain we had to deal with whatever that girl was immediately, never before I had felt such demonic power in a single entity, her power alone rivaled Demons as old as the bloody bible, who knows what calamities she would bring if we left her unchecked.
Batman said nothing, simply glaring at me.
I scoffed, realizing what his silence meant this time. "You don't trust me…"
"I do, but I trust Black Bolt more," Batman replied without missing a beat.
"No lube for that one I see," I replied, taking a deep breath.
"Will you help me, or not?" Batman replied, his tone growing ever impatient.
"Why not," I shrugged, tossing my cigar out the window behind him. "I mean, if I am right, which I am, we kill the bloody girl, if I am not, which is not the case, we help an innocent little girl and his obviously not mind-controlled boyfriend clear their names…"
Batman said nothing, glaring at me even harder.
"Ok, ok, no jokes, no need to go bonkers on the only demon hunter you have on speed dial," I sighed, raising my hands in defeat.
"I also have Etrigan," Batman replied, turning around.
Please, as if Etrigan could even compare to me, or deal with those blokes better than I do.
"He has a better record than you," Batman added as if reading my mind.
"No powers my ass, you fool no one," I snorted.
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[David Lance POV]
After hours of deliberation. The best plan I had, was to ask Wonder Woman to use her lasso on Rachel to prove her innocence, but that left a big window of them asking the wrong question, and well, that didn't sit well for me.
I sighed, deciding to stop thinking about the problem for a bit. At times, it was best to occupy the mind with something else for it to find the solution. ~I will go to the town and buy some food, do you want anything?~
"Anything you bring is fine," Rachel asked without breaking her meditation.
I nodded, putting my mask on, before embarking on my journey into the town a few miles down the mountain. While it was certain nobody knew I was here, I was still playing it like any hero job, keeping my identity safe, just in case.
Besides, the locals didn't see my face at all. And the mask I was currently using looked like one used for medical reasons, not heroic ones, which more than not, made the locals give me my space.
Allowing me to roam around the town freely without any social interaction, besides those that were unavoidably necessary.
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[Vandal Savage POV]
Black Bolt.
Or should I say, David Lance?
I guess in the great scheme of things, it doesn't matter.
The point is, the kid was quite the interesting piece on my board. A happily welcomed enigma, that broke out of the boundaries I had thought to be firm.
A meta-human, unlike any meta-human. I wasn't sure the term meta-human was even accurate at this point.
His DNA was anything but human. Intrinsically more complicated than Kryptonian DNA.
Had we not had proof of his birth, and his parentage, I would simply assume he was an alien, raised by humans just like Superman.
But, that's the thing. I had more than enough evidence to confirm David's human heritage, and that made this mystery all the more interesting.
I can't help but wonder, what role will he play for the light in the future?
For humanity, in the upcoming war.
"Klarion," I spoke, seeing the red and black portal of the chaos lord open in front of me.
"Hi," Klarion smiled, petting Teekl on his shoulder.
"Any updates on the anomaly you felt?" I asked, going straight to the point. It was usually best to do that when dealing with Klarion, someone who operated on whimsical impulses.
"Well… she's with the kid you hate so much," Klarion answered with a short-lived chuckle, as Teekl meowed at him something. "I meant like, he knows I meant like! Uggh! As I was saying, she's with the kid, as well as the boring mercenary you like to hire… though he's camping in the forest, killing someone unrelated to the brat."
So the magical anomaly was with David, interesting. I had originally planned to capture the anomaly for research purposes, but this felt like an even more interesting experiment.
I might need to inform Deathstroke to let David be, for now, his unwelcome interference could ruin further development.
"How much of a threat does the anomaly represent to our plans?" I asked calmly, making sure to remember to contact Deathstroke.
"Hmmm, a lot? Nothing?" Klarion shrugged, as Teekl rolled her eyes at him. "Ughh, I know my answer wasn't good! Is just that, that big moron is only a threat if he manages to come through, at least for you guys…"
Trigon, the demonic conqueror. A demon whose power rivals or surpasses Darkseid himself, at least according to Klarion, who wasn't the best at giving estimates.
"Should he come, can we stop him should the necessity arise?" I asked, hiding the question I was asking him well so as to not insult his child-like ego. The question being, can you stop him?
Klarion smiled confidently, "I can, with ease. That stupid giant is nothing but a butt for me!" At this, Teekl meowed at him once again, "A bug! He knows I meant bug!"
"Good," I nodded, walking into my office. I had many things to plan and modify to accommodate for the anomaly, and the development it could bring to Black Bolt.
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