Crawling Horror

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Manipulating the potent energies of the debris field that was once the Rock of Eternity was a delicate and careful process. Without Batson and the other two, it would have been impossible. Having direct control of the Power of Shazam would have simplified matters considerably, but the Wizard had outmaneuvered Mordru there. Even now, the Dark Lord could not find the resting place of the ancient power. No matter, he had Shazam's mortal intermediaries and that had proved to be connection enough.

The complicated lattice of magic needed for the final rite was coming close to completion, but something nagged at him. Mary Bromfeild. His servants had failed to acquire the girl. She was not necessary for what he had in store for creation, but he misliked loose ends. It gnawed at him. He needed to acquire her. His intuition told him that she was a danger.

Rising suddenly from his silence, the Dark Lord sweeps back his midnight blue robes and holds his hands out, palms facing up with fingers crooked like raptor claws. Intoning words that would burn the tongues of mortal men, he calls out into the darkness beyond the sunlit realms of the living and invokes the unborn shadows of Chaos to him...

Brownstone Kitchen, 2:35am

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Ma made meatloaf for dinnernight before. Now, meatloaf isn't precisely Lois' favorite food, but a lot of things have changed since the pregnancy. One of them? In the past week she seems to have the munchies in the middle of the night...and she likes indulging herself. She's been at the Brownstone long enough not to worry about padding around the place barefoot and in her jammies (a loose pair of cotton pants and a shirt that reads MY HUSBAND KNOCKED ME UP AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT from Plastic Man). Therefore, taking the leftovers out of the fridge, she has carved off a chunk of meatloaf, heated it briefly, and thrown it in a bun to eat at the kitchen table.

With pineapple-grapefruit juice.

The Minh Mansion, Avalon Heights

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Mrs. Minh scans the newspaper once more with a critical eye. To think this conniving little excuse for a man had been responsible for setting her empire against every other major crime syndicate in the city fills her with a deepening sense of disgust.

They had been played. All of them. They had all given this man money and granted him generous favors, and he had dared to double and triple-cross them.

She will ensure that he does not survive long enough to divulge anything of use to the authorities.

The newspaper is tossed aside, and a phone call is made.