[identity profile] masks-we-wear.livejournal.com
Johnny hadn't thought it was possible, but security at Blackgate was actually worse the second time around. This time though he wasn't going for a grand entrance. Johnny teleported, made his way through the facility with little trouble, and made his way to his current destination. So far he had been fortunate in that nobody noticed him. He approached the cell, specifically designed to keep things warm for its occupant.

"Cameron, my boy, we really have to stop meeting like this."
[identity profile] eddie-nygma.livejournal.com
This dilapidated relic of Gotham's former glory has survived a number of disasters - nearby fires, the quake - structurally intact, but the business that once thrived here began to sputter in the 1970's. As Hollywood's glamor had given way to gritty reality, so had Ming's Chinese. It had finally shuttered in the 1980's, but the building remains a monument to times past.

The truth of it is that Gotham has hundreds of buildings like the theater - derelict but intact, making for perfect hideouts for the occasional costumed criminal element. If Karlo hadn't found this place, the Film Freak would have.

The Riddler leaves his car with Echo around the block, as he makes his way down the street, eyes peeled for a flash of green that might indicate the presence of his contact.
[identity profile] mr-henshaw.livejournal.com
Across planet Earth on every major television network, every radio and every live stream using satellites to broadcast, the head and shoulders of the Cyborg Superman appears. Using his mastery over technopathy he broadcasts his message.

"People of Earth. Some few of you may know me as Hank Henshaw. I am also known to many as the Cyborg Superman. To most however, I am seen as the destroyer of Coast City."

The backdrop behind Henshaw's face turns to an image of the emblem of Neo Rann, rippling as if in the wind. "Not long ago I was released from my imprisonment on Oa by the Green Lantern Guardians, who assured me of my freedom. Wanting to start a new life for myself and for my friends, fellow outsiders, we met with representatives from species all over the known galaxy. It was made clear to us that a great threat existed in the universe, and this threat was known as Rann. A planet whose technology rivals even that of the beings that invaded Gotham City in your United States of America in recent months. With charters from multiple intelligent races and conglomerates I ended the Rannian threat, and occupied their abandoned territory."

An image of Neo Rann's position in the galaxy compared to that of Earth replaces the emblem. "Neo Rann poses no threat to planet Earth. We simply wish to build a home for outsiders such as myself. Yet at this very moment we are under attack by so-called heroes of Earth, including Green Lanterns who had until recently condoned my freedom." Henshaw raises a fist. "Once again I say we pose no threat to Earth, but were Earth attacked would you not make a retributive strike? I want it to be known that if the hand of Neo Rann is forced against Earth it is a reluctant gesture, and one forced by the aggression of your metahumans and the galactic vigilante squad known as the Green Lantern Corps. Any deaths on your world due to Neo Rann's reprisals can be laid at their doors. I offer peace providing they withdraw from Neo Rann this very instant."

Henshaw clenches his jaw and a solitary tear rolls down his cheek. "Please make them stop the violence, for we do not wish to harm anybody upon your planet. If we are forced to take actions, the blood is on the hands of the men and women you call your heroes. All we want is peace."

The transmission is cut, and back on Neo Rann the image of Henshaw turns to Malefic and smiles.


What do the people of Earth think of this?
[identity profile] masks-we-wear.livejournal.com
"My, this city has certainly seen better days." Johnny Sorrow remarked aloud as he strolled casually through the ruined city. The fact he could pretty much travel through the city pratically unmolested attested to that. He didn't count the efforts of a couple of  policemen who recognized him, at least they had until they clawed their own eyes out.


Johhny see sthe lightning bolt pierce the sky as it strikes at a spot in the distance. He had battled the Marvels enough times to know what it meant.  During his alliance with Mordru as well as his encounters with the Justice Society, he knew what the lightning represented.

"Shazam," he commented wryly. "It would seem Skyhook has found them.  Apparently they weren't as powerless as I was led to believe. Still, they have never fought Skyhook, a foe who has held his own against Superman himself.  Yes, this should be most interesting.  Perhaps if I find what I'm looking for before too long I can get back in time to watch."

Sorrow pulls a thin, black needle inscribed with runes. He lets it drop from his hand.  It halts before reaching the ground, runes glowing an eerie dark blue, before pointing due west.

"And there it is." Sorrow grabs the needle and teleports. His teleportation abilities were nearly limitless, but it would still be difficult to transport to the precise spot the item was located. However, with the Needle of Arachne, he could pinpoint the exact spot. With a mere thought Sorrow transports and in an instant his surroundings changed. This area was damaged but in a far different way, a titanic battle had occured here.

"Hmph, this whole city is a testament to the pain of and sorrow caused by the endless cycle. It's fitting it's the location of the next piece of the puzzle I need." Once more Sorrow released the needle, but this time it flew straight toward a pile of nearby rubble. Johnny came to the spot and sighed. "I'm not accustomed to mundane labor, but that's what I get for telling Ramirez and the others I wanted to come alone."

Sorrow gets to work as he picks up and discards pieces of debris. While he didn't possess any level of super-strength, he was no longer human, and didn't get tired like they did, so he was able to work at a slow, but methodical pace. And then he saw it...

"Jackpot."  Sorrow gave into the moment and allowed himself some villainous laughter.
[identity profile] jla-hell.livejournal.com
 The thing that was once Aleister Hook, perched upon the ruined building as he scanned the once proud city. He didn't know how Fawcett came to this state, nor did he care. His only concern was that the children needed him, they needed his gift now more than ever. Especially if what he had been told was true.  The heirs of Shazam were in this city, and they were vulnerable.

His name was Skyhook, and he was reborn from the power of the Lady Blaze, daughter of the wizard Shazam. Once he was a physician in London over a century ago. During that time he sought children, and slayed them. He did not so so out of hatred or some perverse fixation, but to free these innocent beings from the future torment they would be forced to bear. The people of London in all their sin and hypocrisy, cloaked in their worship of a "benevolent" god, burned him for his actions. Knowing he would receive no mercy from his enemies' patron, he called out to any being that would listen. Thus the Lady Blaze saved his life, and gave him a new purpose. He would no longer have to kill the children, rather, he would bring them into a new, higher state of existence, free from all of Man's inherent flaws. Twice he attempted to so in the New World city of Metropolis, and twice he battled the "Superman".

Now things were different, he had a new ally  in his crusade, and he would succeed. He must bring the heirs of Shazam into his flock, making the wizard's powers his. Nothing would stop them, his children would feel the skies. As if in answer to his thoughts, the flutter of a multitude of wings could be heard as his present flock shared in their "father's" anticipation.

"Come my children," Skyhook spread his massive wings as he took off. "It is time to find your future brother and sister."
[identity profile] jla-apokolips.livejournal.com
Darkseid is bored. Watching Desaad's systematic torture of hundred of Gothamites can only remain interesting for a while. He's just waiting for his power to reach its zenith through Blackfire and then...

Darkseid finds himself looking at his hands, as if expecting to see something flowing out of them. "Something is wrong." He glares at Desaad. "Toad. You are in communication with the Deacon. Have him report."
[identity profile] deathstroket800.livejournal.com
'Karu-Sil wasn't exagerrating, this place was a fortress.' Slade thinks to himself, perched on a cliff overlooking some gothic citadel. This place REEKED of magic, right down to the cult-robed guards and the fact they're carrying a mixture of guns and magical items. They didn't look to be trained, but the sheer weight of numbers is impressive. Whoever is behind this has charisma, power, and intense magical knowledge. He also has to be crazy enough to lure these fanatics out of the doomsday bunkers they built in their Mom's basements. Slade put away the sniper, pulling out his REC7 assault rifle, and beginning his descent down the cliff.

A few minutes later and two dead-and-hidden guards later, he was inside the castle like building. The place was bizarre indeed, twisted architecture, and a theatrical design. 'Le Fay? Circe?' These and a few others circled in his mind as he continued looking for whatever disrupted the power ring, and any insight as to who was in charge here, and whether he could persuade them to join him. Killing them shouldn't been hard, he has plenty of surprises. He continued on, wary of any idiots in pajamas chanting, "C'thulu fhtagn"
[identity profile] give-me-an-amen.livejournal.com
Deacon Joseph Blackfire has lived for far more years than any man should live. He was born centuries ago to a Hotethk Native American tribe under a blood red moon. It was seen as a sign that he would amount to become a leader of men. Blackfire became that leader time and time again, always gaining control, always to eventually lose it. Each time he lost the power, it was to the fabled King of Beasts. One century it was the man known as Walks-With-Mountain Lions. Another it was a great American hunter known as Hugo Wayne. In the 20th Century it was a vigilante known as the Batman.

Blackfire was determined to change things for the 21st Century. No longer would the power be stolen from him. Blackfire was resurrected in the 21st Century by technologies foul and unusual, futuristic yet also ancient. Devices unknown to him, buried deep beneath Gotham, worked on his body and on his soul and brought him back more powerful than before. He sought out the creator of these wonders and found the terrible Darkseid. Somehow he persuaded the god of Apokolips that his skills of manipulation and persuasion were better than Glorious Godfrey's, and that with Blackfire in his power, Darkseid could finally launch a successful invasion of Earth.

The ancient gate beneath Gotham was activated by the belief in Darkseid and in anti-life, channelled through Blackfire's soured soul. Darkseid stepped through the gate, not knowing that Blackfire was not only channelling this belief, but taking it for himself. At least half of the justifiers in Gotham are as fanatical about Blackfire as they are about Darkseid.

Blackfire stands, arms apart and legs astride the entrance to the gate. He looks like Da Vinci's diagram of a man, except his skin is charred, the Apokoliptian power coursing through his veins. He forces a smile on his face as the blue lightning runs through his body, and he finally steps free. "I am become a god, and even Darkseid will kneel before me."

The gate hums and shuts down like an old computer. The way back to Apokolips is closed.

The chant of anti-life on the surface, not that far above Blackfire's head, permeates the air. The heroes and villains around the circumference of anti-life only have one chance to disable both Blackfire and Darkseid, and that's to strike now, before the Deacon can use his new godlike ability.
[identity profile] jla-villains.livejournal.com
Mr. Freeze had been brooding in Bludhaven along with a number of the others who had escaped from the carnage in Gotham. Freeze himself had placed the blame for the situation quite plainly on the shoulders of the Batman; where was he when Freeze was ready to strike against Blackfire? Telling him to hold his fire, that's where. And then Freeze was ambushed, and it all fell apart.

Freeze had been coldly staring at the Bat, not even rising to the provocations of Copperhead or the other costumed criminals in attendance. So much for Gotham's saviour. He was a fraud; Freeze had known it ever since poor dear sweet beautiful Nora had passed away due to Batman's machinations. It was all he could do not to ring the bastard's neck, but alas, with his coolant system impaired he could barely move.

By the time Blue Beetle had fixed him up the Bat had gone, no doubt to deliberate with other vigilantes. Freeze had hunted him awhile, but found no trace of the elusive 'hero'. And then Nightwing showed up in Batman's stead, as the voluntary leader of a strike team going back into Gotham through a tunnel that ran beneath the river. The Batman had apparently gone on ahead and ensured the coast was clear. Freeze volunteered for Nightwing's group, determined that once he caught up to the Caped Crusader he'd be made to answer for his failings.

So emerging into Gotham, out of a parking lot beneath... Freeze looks up and sees the unlit symbol of Wayne Enterprises and grimaces. That giant symbol had been a constantly lit beacon for some time. He looks at his companions. The Black Spider, Copperhead, Wonder Girl, Flamebird and of course, Nightwing. 

"So, Nightwing." Freeze rests against a wall, breathing deeply. He still isn't fully recovered from his earlier injuries. "You know Bludhaven, but can you claim to know Gotham as well as me? Where would you propose we strike, hm? And who against? The enemy are all around. Every civilian is a potential murderer or pair of eyes for Blackfire. Do we have a target?"
[identity profile] grodd-is-king.livejournal.com
While several of their number had gone off into Gotham, others had created a makeshift science lab using materials brought from Blue Beetle's ship, along with equipment provided by Grodd and the Calculator. Grodd was currently studying the brainwave patterns of the unconscious King Tut. The man was newly unconscious as he had woken up briefly, raved about Anti-Life, and was promptly floored by Black Spider. As Grodd read the readings, and despite himself, the scientist in him was intrigued.

"You know, if not for the direness of our situation, I would find this all terribly fascinating." Grodd didn't really care who was listening. For the most part he was thinking out loud. "This is far different than any brainwashing technique I've ever seen, myself included."

He added the last part in case any "hero" decided to add a snarky comment.
[identity profile] tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com
The GCPD building downtown was built like a bunker. It wasn't pretty in any sense of the word, but it was solid and more importantly, very defensible. Years of weathering Gotham's particular breed of nightlife had proven a veritable crucible to shake out the building's vulnerabilities and the end product had proven to be an unforeseen godsend in the middle of the Hell Gotham had been transformed into.

The roof of the structure was the primary point of interest at this moment. From this vantage point, one could see smoke rising in columns across the crimson skyline of the city and there was a view of the smoldering ruins of the main bridges that once lead out of Gotham proper. On the roof itself, dozens of hapless uniformed officers lay unconscious in the wake of the arrival of the building's most recent interlopers. It couldn't be helped. Robin consoled himself with the silver lining that there had been no fatalities. Considering some of his temporary 'allies', that was a fairly impressive accomplishment.

It was a fairly simple matter to hook up the propane powered emergency generator to the large tarnished spotlight. Even so, time was a precious commodity now and the shrieks of Darkseid's Furies echoing in the streets of Gotham reminded Robin that every second they stayed in one place left them vulnerable. He was regretting the inclusion of Cicada and Bane into their group a little less right now.

"Okay, this should do it."

Putting one foot on the clunky machine for leverage, Robin pulls the starter cord in one even draw and is rewarded as the machine sputters to life.

"Hit it!"
[identity profile] azure-avenger.livejournal.com
Beetle sets the Bug down on a hill - the lights of Gotham would be visible from here, if not for Grodd's actions at the power plant. Still, there's a few disturbingly orange glows reflecting off the clouds overhead - the first signs of Darkseid claiming the city for his own.

The unaffected population of Gotham has been, for the most part, evacuated thanks to the quick thinking of Dr. Fate - Bludhaven emergency responders are already tending to the injured nearby.

So now, the heroes - and possibly some of the villains - have breathing room to actually come up with a plan.
[identity profile] nynecrymes.livejournal.com
Questioning it did no good.  If the situation was to be contained, it would have to be done quickly and as quiet as possible.  An issue like this one was completely out of the Metropolis jurisdiction of his team, but given the happenings, he didn't have time to care.  Catman tried to stay to the corners and alleys of central Gotham avoiding any and all rioters.

He'd spotted a glimpse of the target in question.  If he was to end this, the obvious point was the dark abbot himself..  Catman pops his knuckle blades, looking for the most direct route between himself and the sermon giving Deacon Blackfire. 

It would take a literal army to wade through the followers, and increasingly violent watchers.  But Thomas Blake was simply one determined man.  He prayed it would be enough.
[identity profile] give-me-an-amen.livejournal.com
"People of Gotham, I salute you!" It has been a long time coming, but the Deacon Joseph Blackfire is once again on a podium in Gotham square, masses around him, and being played to televisions and radios across the city. All have heard of how the holy man has cleaned up the streets in a violent yet effective pogrom of the colourful psychopaths that make up the city's rogues gallery. All have heard how Blackfire intends to make Gotham a glowing example of how a city should be in these modern times. All seem to have forgotten the man named Blackfire from a decade ago, who tried something very similar, and was supposedly killed by his own cult...

"That is right, people of Gotham. I salute each and every one of you for having to put up with characters such as the Joker, the Scarecrow, the Riddler and the Catwoman. The Batman. Oh, hoo hooo. The Bat Man. Your saviour from all of these freaks and malcontents." Blackfire chuckles as the crowd grows hushed. To many, Batman is a rumour and myth, but one that brings hope in the darkness. "You have trusted your fate to a man in a bat costume!! I salute you people for your desperate need to cling onto anything that can bring you light, but surely, Gotham has gone too far when it needs a being like that for protection!"

Blackfire waits for absolute silence before continuing. "I am no politician. I am not running for some kind of office or official position. I am an old, very old man, and I have seen the world and all its faces. All of its evil. I can tell you that there is no evil more raw and corrupt than in this city. It breaks my heart to tell you that you have all gone far too far, but it is not too late. I have performed wonders over these months, and I will show them to you."

On the large television screens erected in Gotham Square appear images of burned out houses and factories. "These are places purified by my righteous anger, Gotham City. I am no pyromaniac, do not misunderstand me. But safehouses for criminals? Brothels? Drug dens? They must all be removed like rotten flesh from around a wound." A number of men and women accompany Blackfire on the stage at this moment. "These are my brothers in arms. You may recognise some as some of the most terrifying monsters in Gotham, but through me they have found the true meaning of existence. They have no need for individuality when they work for Gotham. Gotham the being, Gotham the state of mind. You can work for Gotham too, if you do but listen to me."

Something is going on. Perhaps it's something in Blackfire's voice. More likely it's the subliminal message being played through the huge screens. The crowd begin to chant the Deacon's name. "Ha, haha. No no, I am not your leader. I am merely his disciple." He quietens the crowd down, but the television crews picked up the wave of support for Blackfire, and it's infectious.

"Do you feel... loneliness, Gotham? Alienation, perhaps? No doubt due to the state of your city, you sometimes feel fear and despair. Why, when you could live in a jewel like Metropolis, where is your sense of self-worth? They mock you, you know. The other people in America. They condemn you for your following of false idols. They misunderstand that it's all you know. But perhaps you should feel guilt, and shame. Even failure! Do not worry though, Gotham. You do not need to feel these things alone. Feel them together, and come before me. Feel them together, and be as one. Hate all others. Your hate is justified. Where were the rest of your countrymen every time your lives came under threat? Hate them! Anti-life justifies your hate!!!"

And Gotham explodes...
[identity profile] masks-we-wear.livejournal.com
"Welcome to my home, Mr. Sartorius."

Johnny Sorrow was enjoying playing the role of tour guide as Dr. Phosphorus followed him through the building.

"This marvel of the modern age is based on a Pacific island, technically a part of Indonesia, but no one really knows it exists. It's location makes it ideal for secrecy as it is near one of Earth's natural mystic ley-lines. As a result anyone who attempts to locate us magically will notice the massive natural magic, but not the speck of an island nearby. As for more mundane threats, we have all sorts of equipment to shield our location from any attempt to pick us up on any radar."

Sorrow continued walking with Phosphorus close behind. They came to an area bustling with people going about assorted tasks.

"Ah, here we have the backbone of my efforts, the Children of Sorrow. Soldiers, scientists, law enforcement, politicians, anyone who is disgusted by the hypocrisy that keeps this wretched world going can be found here. Let me introduce you to a few of my top people."

"This is Joseph Meijaini, formerly from Darfur in the Sudan. Joseph here lost his entire family in the ethnic cleansing there. Despite pleas of help for his people, nothing was done. Governments admonished the Sudanese government, but did nothing of substance. Despite saving the world from everything from aliens to would-be world conquerors, the heroes couldn't be bothered to help a race of people from their own planet from being systematically slaughtered. And thus why he is here."

"This young man over here is Malik ibn al Abdullah. Originally from Pakistan's Northwest Province, his family was killed in the aftermath of an American attack against Islamic fundamentalists based in the region. At first he just hated Americans, but when he learned of the crimes committed by the fundamentalists, he grew to hate both sides for bringing the conflict to his family's door. Tired of the constant cycle of battle after battle, he is here to help me change things."

Sorrow lead Phosphorus to a young hispanic woman in military fatigues, standing in front of a giant statue of a six-armed woman.

"And this is my right hand, Linda Ramirez, formerly of the United States marine corps. Out of respect for Ms. Ramirez's wishes I will not reveal her reasons for being here. However, I can assure you, she has witnessed more hypocrisy in this world than most."

Sorrow gazed at the statue, it was truly an exquisite work of art. The carver must have had a genuine love for the goddess, judging by the sheer detail of the work. Sorrow then turned to Ramirez.

"I see you were successful."

"Yes, Mr. Sorrow. There were no complications as the police and the capes were far too busy dealing with the breakout to worry about a lone robbery. Also, you should know that it seems Mr. Urbano received your hidden message. He has sent us contact information for the Calculator."

"Splendid, have someone contact him immediately and let me know the moment he responds."

Ramirez nods and relays the orders to a man at a computer desk. The technician precedes to send a message to the infamous information broker.
[identity profile] masks-we-wear.livejournal.com
Johnny Sorrow stood just outside the gates of Blackgate Penitentiary, waiting for the appointed hour to begin the first stage of his plan.   He pulled out an antique pocket-watch from his pant pocket and checked the time. 11:58 p.m.

"Two minutes to showtime," Sorrow said to himself with a light chuckle.

It was ironic that it would begin in this city, the same city in which he attempted to acquire the "Le Fin Absolue du Monde".   Which he would have, if not for certain thief with an unhealthy fascination with cats. Sorrow pushed away his annoyance.  That would be settled later.

Sorrow took a final glance at his watch. "Here we go."

Sorrow then walked directly into the searchlight of one of the guard towers.  He ignored the surprised exclamations of the security guards as he phased through the security gates and into the courtyard.

"Freeze freak-show!" Yelled a security guard pointing gun at him. "We've got you surrounded! Put yours hands on your head,now! Don't make us kill you!"

Sorrow looked around and noticed that he was indeed surrounded.  He would have smiled if he had lips.

"Impressive response time, gentlemen." Johnny Sorrow said as he applauded the confused guardsmen. "However I'm on a schedule and would rather not be delayed. You need to ask yourselves if the rabble within those walls are worth your lives."

Sorrow took another step.

"I'm warning you!" The guard shouted. "Put your hands on your head or we will fire!"

Johnny merely beckoned one hand towards himself. "Be my guest."

"Put him down!"

Johnny Sorrow just chuckled as he willed his body to become intangible as the bullets went through him, and into the guards.

"What the hell! Cease fi.." The guard began to say before a bullet went through his chest.

Sorrow could only chuckle as he walked past the corpses. "Now that was downright comical."

He phased through the front door of the penitentiary, where more alert guards waited.   Sorrow phased before the first shot was fired as a squad of security guards fired upon him.   He could hear their cries of frustration over the gunfire.

"It's no use, they're going right through him!"

"What the hell do you expect me to do!?"

Sorrow was now directly in front of the petrified guards, who now realized their guns were useless.

"The answer is simple, die. "Sorrow stated as he removed his mask.   He didn't bother to stay and watch, but he could hear the screams as he continued his trek through the prison.  One after another guards came at him, and died.  The power of his accursed face could kill nearly any living being with just a glance.   Needless to say, the corridors were littered with bodies.  All with blood coming from their eyes as some guards were still in the process of trying to claw them out.

He had only been paying partial attention as he entered the Prison Wing.  Various prisoners hooted and cheered, obviously expecting a prison break.

"Stop! Stop immediately!" Came a imperious voice, a older man in a suit. He in turn was was accompanied by by several more guards.

"Ah, you must be the warden of this fine institution." Johnny Sorrow said with a small bow.  "I have but one favor to ask and we can end this nasty business.  I would like the security codes to release these fine gentlemen no doubt unjustly imprisoned by the legal system."

"Yeah, give him the codes old man!" Cried a particularly exuberant prisoner.

"And why on God's green earth would I do that?" The warden asked indignantly.

Sorrow just laughed and looked at the first row of prisoners. "This is why..." With that Sorrow pulled off his mask and the prisoners cried in absolute horror.

"Sweet, merciful Christ!"

"Shoot him, shoot him dammit!"

Before the guards could follow the warden's orders, Sorrow turned his face on them.   The Warden had ducked to the floor in panic, but the guards were not so fortunate.   Sorrow calmly stepped over the bodies of the guardsmen with his mask back in place.  He looked down at the warden who he beckoned to stand up.

"Please, for God's sake, please don't kill me," the man pleaded, sobbing.

"The codes if you will," Sorrow said no longer in the mood for stalling.   The warden reluctantly handed Sorrow a key-card, which he promptly put through the main lock.   As cell doors opened, frightened prisoners looked at the bodies of their dead fellows.   Sorrow then spoke to them in a cold voice. "Leave this place. If you don't, I'll kill you.  If you allow the police to bring you back, I will Kill you.   If you allow any so called superhero to bring you back, I will kill you.  Now, run."

They ran as if the devil himself was chasing after them.   Sorrow chuckled to himself as he checked his watch. "Right on time.   My associates should be carrying out their own errand right now.   Sorry Warden, but it's your turn."

"No please, I helped you.  Please, I have a wife and children. I beg you!"

The words caused involuntary memories to go through Johnny's head.  Memories of a beautiful woman who had accepted his proposal of marriage.  A woman who stuck by him as his career was destroyed. A woman he became a criminal in order to provide for.  Things were hard, but he was happy. Until a boy playing at being a hero caused his body to be torn apart transporting him to a realm of Lovecraftian horror.   He made a bargain with a powerful entity so that he could return home, to her.   As he entered the house to hold her in his arms again, she saw his new face.  That image of horror was burnt into what passed for his mind now.

He looked at the warden, a snarl passing nonexistent lips.   He made his body intangible and stuck his arm through the man's chest.

"Everyone loses something." Then Sorrow solidified his body.  Sorrow ignored the screams as death no longer had any effect on him psychologically. Now he would wait.  His men would need time to steal the "package" he requested.  This would be a suitable distraction.  He knew the masked community could not ignore what was happening.  He'd be waiting for them.
[identity profile] jla-villains.livejournal.com
Johnny Sorrow floats out of the old Chinese theatre in downtown Gotham City with a big smile on his face. Or rather, he would have, if he could smile. As it happens, his mask maintains the standard blank expression that it always has, but inside, Johnny feels a good sense of pride at the act that he just perpetrated.

Nothing horrific.

Nothing severe.

Nothing brutal.

A mercy, in fact.

If the cinema-goers were too moronic to appreciate one of his original silent movies... Well. They deserved the fate they received. He's never had too much time for the critics, anyway.

And now, after that late-night entertainment, a trip to the Museum of Moving Arts, where supposedly the last copy of "Le Fin Absolue du Monde" is held...


Jun. 7th, 2006 08:16 am
[identity profile] lord-mordru.livejournal.com
Even for one as powerful as he, The Dark Lord has been put to the test. The Rock of Eternity long stood as a keystone for the shifting realities of the multiverse; as stabilizing element if you will. Having been shattered, it’s orderly influence upon ‘reality’ had begun to wane. Even now, other powers vied to wrest control over the nature of existence; thinking to take advantage of Chaos unchecked. Their efforts would be for naught. The Lord of Chaos held the fate of the universe in his hands even now and with the power not at his command, he would reshape the Rock of Eternity in his own image, and the entire universe would call Mordru, God.

“Stand ready Sorrow, the time is at hand.” The Dark Lord commanded.
“Eclipso, summon the power of the Starheart, a new age of Darkness awaits our summons. Sabbac, Darkseid bear witness to the fruits of your labor.”

Turning to their bound captives, Mordru raises his hands and lighting begins to sluggishly arc between, Billy, Freddie and Theo. Despite their determination the weilders of the Power of Shazam, cannot hold out for long.

"YES! Fight me! Your very resistance will make this victory all the sweeter" roars the Dark Lord as mad glee shines in his eyes.
[identity profile] jla-villains.livejournal.com
Jessie Quick with the timely intercession of Captain Atom has Sabbac on the ropes. With the demonic gangster's relative inexperience betraying him in the heat of combat, Quick and Atom's combination of expertise and ability have handily negated Gregor's edge in raw power. Even know the mighty champion of the infernal rolls dazed on the ground from Jesse's precision blow.

The great emerald and onyx dragon of fire and shadow has been transfigured into glass and subsequently shattered, leaving a battle weary Steel, Sand and Merlynne standing next to an unconscious Mary Bromfeild and a gravely wounded Hourman. Descending quickly upon their position is a great fiery bird of green flames and seething darkness. At it's center the Possessed Alan Scott can be barely seen.

On the outskirts of Fawcett, Superman and Lantern Travis struggle against the Lord of Apokolips, Darkseid.

It is here as the battle reaches a fevered pitch that a shriek, plumbed from the darkest nightmares of the mind, tears through the twilight air. Eyes are drawn up to to deep purple sky and bear witness to a fissure of inky blackness erupting the air. From it's depth steps a man, or what looks like a man, for only only his crimson suit and featureless mask can be seen. Sparing no time, the newcomer reaches up to his face...
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The Rock of Eternity unmade drifts as a debris field between the subtle layers of reality. Once a foundation of existence it is now a mass of Chaos. The perfect place of power for The Dark Lord.

His eyes burn with the death of stars and his voice roars like the din of Armageddon. Bound to fragments of the ruins of the Rock of Eternity Billy Batson, Freddy Freeman and Theo Adam grimace in agony as Mordru, Lord of Chaos, forces the Lighting within them to emerge and coalesce around him. With both hands upraised he intones the final words of power and opens a portal to the Outer Darkness...


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