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Good chapter, Bit of a fix though, Father Boxes are Darkseids. They Corrupt everyone who makes contact with it to Only serve Darkseids Will. Mother boxes belong to the New Gods, Good guys and all that jazz.
Chapter 71 - Battle of Fools
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Hello there,
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To the attention of the readers who enjoy reading an intelligent main character like Miles will definitely like my original story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.
—
Metropolis
Miles watched the line in front of the hospital, sipping his ice tea.
It was long.
He had to suddenly accelerate the plan. The timer on the Mother Box had moved down to four bars in two days. It must have sent a signal to Apokolips. Since he had no reason to wait, the cash for blood event had to be carried out now.
"How much are you paying for this again?" she asked, rolling the glass in her hand.
He smirked. "Claire, please. I could spend billions, and it would be worth making Space Satan fight Transdimensional Satan."
Sure, neither would die, but the battle would leave both sides weakened. His favorite state of their existence.
"They won't know what hit them," Baraka said with a grin that reached his eyes.
"That they won't. I only wish I could watch the confrontation."
"Oh, for the love of..." Claire muttered, turning her head around, ducking behind the chair. Miles glanced at her and then scanned the crowd, finding the source of her discomfort. Her parents were in the line. The couple thankfully didn't see her.
Neither had the kid waiting with them.
"Hey, is that your brother?" Baraka asked, pointing at the kid behind the couple, who had the same hair and eye color as Claire. She peeked out of her cover, eyes narrowing.
"He is," Miles said.
Claire rolled her eyes. "You looked them up?"
Of course he had. She didn't know why she even bothered to ask.
"I wanted to be informed if they ever managed to contact you."
"Not going to happen," she said, ducking behind the chair.
"I know."
"What about the kid?" she asked.
"He doesn't have a metapower. Just your ordinary high school senior teen." Claire was sent to Metropolis Center for Paranormal Studies at thirteen. Her parents had their son the same year, months after she was admitted.
Now at twenty-three, she had a ten-year-old little brother.
"Did they tell him about me?" she asked, glancing at the kid frowning behind the line.
"He actually tried to look for you, but there is only so much he could have done," he said. The kid had called the center, only to be told there was no Claire Selton. He had also gone to the police, but no one took him seriously.
"Do you want me to meet him?" she asked.
"Claire, it's your life. I just gave you the information; what you do with it is your business."
"What do you think then?"
"That the kid had nothing to do with the stupidity of your parents."
"I'll think about it."
—
With the promise of cash, it took no time at all for the hospital to reach its target amount. Naturally, there were too many people hiding their afflictions. The blood taken from them had to be disposed of.
"Please sign here," the chief physician said, holding out the necessary form. He signed it, taking possession of the biohazardous material. Claire and Baraka pushed the sealed container away, taking it to the truck.
Dressed in full-body protective gear.
He handed the document back, following along. The badge of MedAdvance Waste Disposal was clear on his shoulders, right in the view of the cameras. They took the backdoor. The truck was likewise fitted with the logo of the shell company.
His partners in crime loaded the container. He twisted the key, smiled, and drove away.
—
Halfway into the reported location of the disposal facility, the truck stopped. The three of them switched the plates, removed the logos, and drove once again. For the purpose of the ritual, he had found a location far away from the city. An abandoned farm with no humans in a wide radius, there would be no disruption to their work.
The ride would take a couple of hours. Teleporting the container to the lab and then to the farm while splitting the weight beneath the teleport limit was not worth the trouble.
"What got you looking so distracted?" he asked. Claire kept glancing out of the window while fumbling with her phone.
"My brother. What was his name?" she asked.
"Clay."
She gave him a dry look, blinking. Miles shrugged. "Don't look at me like that. I didn't name him."
"What's his number?" she asked. Her parents had given her a phone at that age. It was possible they gave him one too.
"Here," Miles said, holding his phone out with the number.
Claire recorded the number but didn't call. She kept watching the trees they were passing by, turning the phone in her hand. He didn't comment at first.
"Call him or don't. Either is better than agonizing over it."
She pressed the call button. "To hell with it."
"Hey, who is this?"
"Claire, your sister."
"What?!"
"Yeah, yeah, stop shouting. Also, don't tell those two anything, or I am hanging up."
"Okay, okay, I won't. Can we talk face to face?"
"I am working now. Maybe later."
"Working? What do you do?"
"I am a bodyguard."
"Guess you can't tell me more?"
"No. How is school?"
"Good," the kid said.
The conversation itself mostly consisted of generic questions. She didn't know how to speak to a brother whose existence she just learned today. The awkwardness was to be expected.
"Listen, kid, I got work to do. I'll call you later, maybe," Claire said as the truck came to a stop. Raven was already inside with the Mother Box.
Miles opened the doors, letting Claire and Baraka pull the cryo container out. The three of them pushed it up the small slope.
"Hey," Raven said, standing at the entrance with the Mother Box.
"Hey. We got you all the blood you need."
"Bring it in. I have everything else ready," she said, walking back inside. They followed while Miles calculated the timer, which only had one bar remaining now.
He didn't have as much time as he had thought. Rather than wait, he wanted to be rid of the Mother Box immediately.
The inside of the barn stank of mold.
Raven had already drawn an intricate pentagram with chalk. There were five candle clusters on each end and the Mother Box in the middle. They opened the container, exposing the packs of disease-carrying blood.
"I'll handle everything. You guys just stay back," Raven said. She took a meditative pose, and the barn darkened. She began to mutter in low tones in a language that scratched his ears. The shadows on the edge of his vision began to dance.
Five blood packs flew out, each one standing over a candle. The packs peeled away, leaving the red globes to float. They touched the flames, turning them crimson. The pentagram on the ground flashed red. The vibrant flames shot out of the candles, creating an exact copy of the cursed sigil.
The remaining blood packs flew out of the container, each one being drained quickly. The blood disappeared into the unholy pentagram, making it glow brighter with each drop.
Once all the blood was gone, the pentagram coalesced into a maelstrom, slowly descending on the Mother Box.
—
Apokolips
"What is happening to the Mother Box?"
"Unknown. The humans could be meddling with it."
"No more delays, DeSaad. Open the portals now. I want the Kryptonian's head," Darkseid growled, his eyes flashing an ominous red.
He nodded, pressing several keys and sending the signal. Several portals flashed into existence in front of the Parademons. Darkseid flew ahead without a delay, grinning as he imagined finding Earth on the other side.
—
He came out of the portal, ready to declare his victory.
Only he stood above a plane of endless red and lava.
"What is this trickery?" He sought lifeforms to determine his current location.
One appeared, definitely not a human. "Who are you to intrude on my realm, worm?"
"I am Darkseid. Where is Earth?"
"Ah," Trigon's eyes shone. "One of the new gods. My daughter has sent me quite the gift."
Darkseid responded by firing twin crimson beams that struck the entity. Rather than screaming in agony, the being laughed. "Good, show me what you can do, little godling."
They slammed into each other in the middle, while the Parademon Army battled the Demonic Legions of Hell.
—
Metropolis
The maelstrom dissipated into nothing, leaving a metallic taste in the air. The flames went out, and the white chalk pentagram turned dark, breaking into pieces that were carried away by the unnatural wind.
The Mother Box was gone, just as he had seen the last bar on the timer fade away.
"Well done, everyone. Let's eat out today," he said, gesturing to the door. "Claire, if you would be so kind." He pointed at the barn once they were outside.
She nodded, releasing two streams inside, burning everything away, including the truck since they had no need for it anymore. As soon as she was done, the teleporter took them back.
It was an extremely productive day.
—
Beckett Residence
"Zalika, get dressed. We are going out to eat," Miles called out, taking his coat off.
"Zalika?" he called out again, getting no response.
There was a commotion upstairs, making them suspicious. He tilted his head up, activating his watch in case there was an intruder. He walked up, quiet as a mouse, and all three stopped before her door.
Zalika burst out, face red, a boy behind her.
Miles sighed, sending the nanobots covering his arm back into the watch. There was a sharp intake of breath from Baraka. He stomped towards the blonde boy, but Miles put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
"Zalika, you didn't tell me you were going to have a friend," he said, giving the boy a once over. Neither seemed to have dressed in a hurry. He trusted Zalika enough to be responsible. The boy, from his stance, seemed to shy for it anyway.
"Sorry. This is Michael," she squeaked out.
"Sir," the young man said, holding out his hand with a gulp.
He shook the hand with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Next time, just tell us, alright?"
"Anyway, we were getting ready to eat out. Would you like to join us, Michael?" he said. It would be best if they got to know the kid.
He was about to shake his head, but Zalika nudged him with her foot. "Yes sir, thank you."
"Just call me Miles. Sir makes me feel old."
—
"I can't believe this," Baraka said with a guttural tone, glaring at Michael, who was standing on the other end of the lawn. It was a futile effort to evade Baraka.
"That she would have a boyfriend?" he asked. He never had siblings, but Baraka's reaction wasn't something extraordinary.
He crossed his arms, glancing at the house. "That we would find him in her room like this."
Miles chuckled. "You mean to tell me you would refuse if a girl invited you to her room?"
He rubbed his eyes. "Yes, no, I don't know."
"Baraka, your sister is smart. You can either trust that she knows what she is doing or not," he said. While he wanted to be informed of if someone was coming over, he trusted Zalika enough to let a boyfriend come over.
He would be doing a background check, of course.
"You also will have a girlfriend someday. Would you really want her brother or family to look like they want to kill you?"
"Fine. I won't do anything," he said, glaring at Michael one last time.
Their wait was over as the girls came out. Zalika glanced at her brother and then at Michael. Seeing he was fine, she dragged them both to the limo. Baraka took the wheel, while everyone else sat at the back.
"How did you two meet?" he asked Michael, who had calmed down enough to sit comfortably.
"On the internet. We were playing an online game," he said, his green eyes glancing at Zalika.
"And decided to meet today?" He wanted to know if they were meeting in secret for some reason.
"I wanted to take her to lunch, but she said she had to study."
"I trust Zalika. However, I would like to be informed next time." He was not her father, but he certainly wanted to make sure she was safe.
"I was going to call you, but your job was urgent."
"Zalika, you can always call me unless I specifically say not to."
—
Michael was a junior in Greenwood High School, a computer nerd, and a bit shy. He did a background check during the ride, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Zalika could easily find more than him, but he wanted to see it himself.
He took them to a fancy burger restaurant.
Rather than the mass-produced, frozen, preservative-laced food sold by the chain restaurants, everything was fresh and chemical-free for the most part. Once Baraka stopped glaring daggers after a kick to his shin, the lunch was pleasant.
As all good things, it had to come to an abrupt end for him.
"Hey," he said, putting the phone between his shoulder and ear, wiping his hands.
"We need you to come in. We have a visitor with urgent news."
"I'll be there."
"Claire, I have to go. You can drop Michael off when he wants to leave. Otherwise, take the rest of the day off."
"Got it."
—
Watchtower
He walked into the meeting room, seeing all the members together. He was worried their visitor would be the Justice Lord Martian Manhunter.
It was Orion.
"May we begin now?" the red-haired, biological second son of Darkseid said, his lips twitching.
"Go ahead," Superman said while Miles took a seat.
"Darkseid is planning to assault your world. Two days ago, we detected the signal of a Mother Box on Earth. It was short and disappeared almost instantly. While many think it was nothing, I do not believe so."
The room tensed at Orion's revelation. All the League members straightened up, waiting for more. All except one.
"Miles?" Batman asked, seeing him smile.
He took his hat off, combing a hand through his hair. "He is right, Darkseid did send a Mother Box. I was going to come up after my lunch was over."
"You found the Mother Box? Where is it?" Orion demanded, getting in his face as the fury coursing through his veins showed itself.
Miles raised an eyebrow, and their guest slowly sat down. "I sent it to Trigon's realm. I figured he and Darkseid could weaken each other for us."
"Trigon?" Superman leaped to his feet first, eyes widening. "Are you sure it's safe?" The fight with Trigon's avatar was still fresh in his mind.
He gave a lopsided grin, leaning back on his chair. "Absolutely. I wager they are busy trying to murder each other while their armies dwindle."
"The Devil?" Orion burst out laughing, holding his belly. "This, this is great news." He knew the horrific stories of Trigon's might. More than a worthy opponent to his birth father, this unintended war would leave Apokolips in no state to continue its conquests for a long while.
Kudos to Icy Hot for the Space and Interdimensional Satan quote.
—
In the next chapter:
"Miles, was it?" Orion asked, all smiles and butterflies.
"Yes."
He brought his arm across his chest, giving a short but deliberate bow. "You have my thanks. Darkseid rarely gets what he deserves. Your news will make a lot of people happy."
Miles gave an equal bow. "Believe me, it was my pleasure."
Curious about the next chapter? Please consider supporting me on Patreon.
If you enjoy my stories, you can read up to 15 chapters in advance per story on my Patreon page / patreon.com/Samael61.
To the attention of the readers who enjoy reading an intelligent main character like Miles will definitely like my original story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.
—
Metropolis
Miles watched the line in front of the hospital, sipping his ice tea.
It was long.
He had to suddenly accelerate the plan. The timer on the Mother Box had moved down to four bars in two days. It must have sent a signal to Apokolips. Since he had no reason to wait, the cash for blood event had to be carried out now.
"How much are you paying for this again?" she asked, rolling the glass in her hand.
He smirked. "Claire, please. I could spend billions, and it would be worth making Space Satan fight Transdimensional Satan."
Sure, neither would die, but the battle would leave both sides weakened. His favorite state of their existence.
"They won't know what hit them," Baraka said with a grin that reached his eyes.
"That they won't. I only wish I could watch the confrontation."
"Oh, for the love of..." Claire muttered, turning her head around, ducking behind the chair. Miles glanced at her and then scanned the crowd, finding the source of her discomfort. Her parents were in the line. The couple thankfully didn't see her.
Neither had the kid waiting with them.
"Hey, is that your brother?" Baraka asked, pointing at the kid behind the couple, who had the same hair and eye color as Claire. She peeked out of her cover, eyes narrowing.
"He is," Miles said.
Claire rolled her eyes. "You looked them up?"
Of course he had. She didn't know why she even bothered to ask.
"I wanted to be informed if they ever managed to contact you."
"Not going to happen," she said, ducking behind the chair.
"I know."
"What about the kid?" she asked.
"He doesn't have a metapower. Just your ordinary high school senior teen." Claire was sent to Metropolis Center for Paranormal Studies at thirteen. Her parents had their son the same year, months after she was admitted.
Now at twenty-three, she had a ten-year-old little brother.
"Did they tell him about me?" she asked, glancing at the kid frowning behind the line.
"He actually tried to look for you, but there is only so much he could have done," he said. The kid had called the center, only to be told there was no Claire Selton. He had also gone to the police, but no one took him seriously.
"Do you want me to meet him?" she asked.
"Claire, it's your life. I just gave you the information; what you do with it is your business."
"What do you think then?"
"That the kid had nothing to do with the stupidity of your parents."
"I'll think about it."
—
With the promise of cash, it took no time at all for the hospital to reach its target amount. Naturally, there were too many people hiding their afflictions. The blood taken from them had to be disposed of.
"Please sign here," the chief physician said, holding out the necessary form. He signed it, taking possession of the biohazardous material. Claire and Baraka pushed the sealed container away, taking it to the truck.
Dressed in full-body protective gear.
He handed the document back, following along. The badge of MedAdvance Waste Disposal was clear on his shoulders, right in the view of the cameras. They took the backdoor. The truck was likewise fitted with the logo of the shell company.
His partners in crime loaded the container. He twisted the key, smiled, and drove away.
—
Halfway into the reported location of the disposal facility, the truck stopped. The three of them switched the plates, removed the logos, and drove once again. For the purpose of the ritual, he had found a location far away from the city. An abandoned farm with no humans in a wide radius, there would be no disruption to their work.
The ride would take a couple of hours. Teleporting the container to the lab and then to the farm while splitting the weight beneath the teleport limit was not worth the trouble.
"What got you looking so distracted?" he asked. Claire kept glancing out of the window while fumbling with her phone.
"My brother. What was his name?" she asked.
"Clay."
She gave him a dry look, blinking. Miles shrugged. "Don't look at me like that. I didn't name him."
"What's his number?" she asked. Her parents had given her a phone at that age. It was possible they gave him one too.
"Here," Miles said, holding his phone out with the number.
Claire recorded the number but didn't call. She kept watching the trees they were passing by, turning the phone in her hand. He didn't comment at first.
"Call him or don't. Either is better than agonizing over it."
She pressed the call button. "To hell with it."
"Hey, who is this?"
"Claire, your sister."
"What?!"
"Yeah, yeah, stop shouting. Also, don't tell those two anything, or I am hanging up."
"Okay, okay, I won't. Can we talk face to face?"
"I am working now. Maybe later."
"Working? What do you do?"
"I am a bodyguard."
"Guess you can't tell me more?"
"No. How is school?"
"Good," the kid said.
The conversation itself mostly consisted of generic questions. She didn't know how to speak to a brother whose existence she just learned today. The awkwardness was to be expected.
"Listen, kid, I got work to do. I'll call you later, maybe," Claire said as the truck came to a stop. Raven was already inside with the Mother Box.
Miles opened the doors, letting Claire and Baraka pull the cryo container out. The three of them pushed it up the small slope.
"Hey," Raven said, standing at the entrance with the Mother Box.
"Hey. We got you all the blood you need."
"Bring it in. I have everything else ready," she said, walking back inside. They followed while Miles calculated the timer, which only had one bar remaining now.
He didn't have as much time as he had thought. Rather than wait, he wanted to be rid of the Mother Box immediately.
The inside of the barn stank of mold.
Raven had already drawn an intricate pentagram with chalk. There were five candle clusters on each end and the Mother Box in the middle. They opened the container, exposing the packs of disease-carrying blood.
"I'll handle everything. You guys just stay back," Raven said. She took a meditative pose, and the barn darkened. She began to mutter in low tones in a language that scratched his ears. The shadows on the edge of his vision began to dance.
Five blood packs flew out, each one standing over a candle. The packs peeled away, leaving the red globes to float. They touched the flames, turning them crimson. The pentagram on the ground flashed red. The vibrant flames shot out of the candles, creating an exact copy of the cursed sigil.
The remaining blood packs flew out of the container, each one being drained quickly. The blood disappeared into the unholy pentagram, making it glow brighter with each drop.
Once all the blood was gone, the pentagram coalesced into a maelstrom, slowly descending on the Mother Box.
—
Apokolips
"What is happening to the Mother Box?"
"Unknown. The humans could be meddling with it."
"No more delays, DeSaad. Open the portals now. I want the Kryptonian's head," Darkseid growled, his eyes flashing an ominous red.
He nodded, pressing several keys and sending the signal. Several portals flashed into existence in front of the Parademons. Darkseid flew ahead without a delay, grinning as he imagined finding Earth on the other side.
—
He came out of the portal, ready to declare his victory.
Only he stood above a plane of endless red and lava.
"What is this trickery?" He sought lifeforms to determine his current location.
One appeared, definitely not a human. "Who are you to intrude on my realm, worm?"
"I am Darkseid. Where is Earth?"
"Ah," Trigon's eyes shone. "One of the new gods. My daughter has sent me quite the gift."
Darkseid responded by firing twin crimson beams that struck the entity. Rather than screaming in agony, the being laughed. "Good, show me what you can do, little godling."
They slammed into each other in the middle, while the Parademon Army battled the Demonic Legions of Hell.
—
Metropolis
The maelstrom dissipated into nothing, leaving a metallic taste in the air. The flames went out, and the white chalk pentagram turned dark, breaking into pieces that were carried away by the unnatural wind.
The Mother Box was gone, just as he had seen the last bar on the timer fade away.
"Well done, everyone. Let's eat out today," he said, gesturing to the door. "Claire, if you would be so kind." He pointed at the barn once they were outside.
She nodded, releasing two streams inside, burning everything away, including the truck since they had no need for it anymore. As soon as she was done, the teleporter took them back.
It was an extremely productive day.
—
Beckett Residence
"Zalika, get dressed. We are going out to eat," Miles called out, taking his coat off.
"Zalika?" he called out again, getting no response.
There was a commotion upstairs, making them suspicious. He tilted his head up, activating his watch in case there was an intruder. He walked up, quiet as a mouse, and all three stopped before her door.
Zalika burst out, face red, a boy behind her.
Miles sighed, sending the nanobots covering his arm back into the watch. There was a sharp intake of breath from Baraka. He stomped towards the blonde boy, but Miles put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
"Zalika, you didn't tell me you were going to have a friend," he said, giving the boy a once over. Neither seemed to have dressed in a hurry. He trusted Zalika enough to be responsible. The boy, from his stance, seemed to shy for it anyway.
"Sorry. This is Michael," she squeaked out.
"Sir," the young man said, holding out his hand with a gulp.
He shook the hand with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Next time, just tell us, alright?"
"Anyway, we were getting ready to eat out. Would you like to join us, Michael?" he said. It would be best if they got to know the kid.
He was about to shake his head, but Zalika nudged him with her foot. "Yes sir, thank you."
"Just call me Miles. Sir makes me feel old."
—
"I can't believe this," Baraka said with a guttural tone, glaring at Michael, who was standing on the other end of the lawn. It was a futile effort to evade Baraka.
"That she would have a boyfriend?" he asked. He never had siblings, but Baraka's reaction wasn't something extraordinary.
He crossed his arms, glancing at the house. "That we would find him in her room like this."
Miles chuckled. "You mean to tell me you would refuse if a girl invited you to her room?"
He rubbed his eyes. "Yes, no, I don't know."
"Baraka, your sister is smart. You can either trust that she knows what she is doing or not," he said. While he wanted to be informed of if someone was coming over, he trusted Zalika enough to let a boyfriend come over.
He would be doing a background check, of course.
"You also will have a girlfriend someday. Would you really want her brother or family to look like they want to kill you?"
"Fine. I won't do anything," he said, glaring at Michael one last time.
Their wait was over as the girls came out. Zalika glanced at her brother and then at Michael. Seeing he was fine, she dragged them both to the limo. Baraka took the wheel, while everyone else sat at the back.
"How did you two meet?" he asked Michael, who had calmed down enough to sit comfortably.
"On the internet. We were playing an online game," he said, his green eyes glancing at Zalika.
"And decided to meet today?" He wanted to know if they were meeting in secret for some reason.
"I wanted to take her to lunch, but she said she had to study."
"I trust Zalika. However, I would like to be informed next time." He was not her father, but he certainly wanted to make sure she was safe.
"I was going to call you, but your job was urgent."
"Zalika, you can always call me unless I specifically say not to."
—
Michael was a junior in Greenwood High School, a computer nerd, and a bit shy. He did a background check during the ride, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Zalika could easily find more than him, but he wanted to see it himself.
He took them to a fancy burger restaurant.
Rather than the mass-produced, frozen, preservative-laced food sold by the chain restaurants, everything was fresh and chemical-free for the most part. Once Baraka stopped glaring daggers after a kick to his shin, the lunch was pleasant.
As all good things, it had to come to an abrupt end for him.
"Hey," he said, putting the phone between his shoulder and ear, wiping his hands.
"We need you to come in. We have a visitor with urgent news."
"I'll be there."
"Claire, I have to go. You can drop Michael off when he wants to leave. Otherwise, take the rest of the day off."
"Got it."
—
Watchtower
He walked into the meeting room, seeing all the members together. He was worried their visitor would be the Justice Lord Martian Manhunter.
It was Orion.
"May we begin now?" the red-haired, biological second son of Darkseid said, his lips twitching.
"Go ahead," Superman said while Miles took a seat.
"Darkseid is planning to assault your world. Two days ago, we detected the signal of a Mother Box on Earth. It was short and disappeared almost instantly. While many think it was nothing, I do not believe so."
The room tensed at Orion's revelation. All the League members straightened up, waiting for more. All except one.
"Miles?" Batman asked, seeing him smile.
He took his hat off, combing a hand through his hair. "He is right, Darkseid did send a Mother Box. I was going to come up after my lunch was over."
"You found the Mother Box? Where is it?" Orion demanded, getting in his face as the fury coursing through his veins showed itself.
Miles raised an eyebrow, and their guest slowly sat down. "I sent it to Trigon's realm. I figured he and Darkseid could weaken each other for us."
"Trigon?" Superman leaped to his feet first, eyes widening. "Are you sure it's safe?" The fight with Trigon's avatar was still fresh in his mind.
He gave a lopsided grin, leaning back on his chair. "Absolutely. I wager they are busy trying to murder each other while their armies dwindle."
"The Devil?" Orion burst out laughing, holding his belly. "This, this is great news." He knew the horrific stories of Trigon's might. More than a worthy opponent to his birth father, this unintended war would leave Apokolips in no state to continue its conquests for a long while.
Kudos to Icy Hot for the Space and Interdimensional Satan quote.
—
In the next chapter:
"Miles, was it?" Orion asked, all smiles and butterflies.
"Yes."
He brought his arm across his chest, giving a short but deliberate bow. "You have my thanks. Darkseid rarely gets what he deserves. Your news will make a lot of people happy."
Miles gave an equal bow. "Believe me, it was my pleasure."
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A question, this story, what dc continuities are present? i know that its the young justice one because its listed, but there is also the justice league and elements from the animated batman and superman series, what else is present? Just curious about it.
Also, i would really like to see the fight of trigon and darkside, the justice league dark conclusion never showed the end result and that universe was deleted by the end of the tomorrow verse
Also, i would really like to see the fight of trigon and darkside, the justice league dark conclusion never showed the end result and that universe was deleted by the end of the tomorrow verse
FTR2017
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I figure this was after Darkseid brainwashed Superman into thinking he was his son, 'cause Cadmus? That was made in response to seeing such a nightmare turn to reality.
That aside, I can share Orion's mirth at having the two Great Evils fighting one another, 'tis a win for all but them!
That aside, I can share Orion's mirth at having the two Great Evils fighting one another, 'tis a win for all but them!
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Thank for the chapter!