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Batman planned to veer off of his course and head straight for the tower to get a better assessment of the situation, perhaps locate d**k or Damian in the midst of it all. That was before Brother Blood showed up right on his front door step, smacking into the Batwing with enough force that any other person would have convinced it was just turbulence. But there he was, standing far more menacing than ever and on his property at that, just as he was about to shake him with a few evasive maneuvers, Blood struck first and was far too quick for Batman to even try anything. The crimson red constructs that Blood crafted broke through the cockpit of the Batwing and wrapped around with enough force that it felt like his organs were collapsing. It was far worse than any bear hug Bane could deliver. This attack seemed vengeful, as if he had previously wronged him in such a way but aside from a few case files put together by Nightwing, Batman had never encountered the crazed cultists before. The aircraft beneath him was left to spiral down into the streets of New York where, knowing his luck, would be right where a crowd hashed out their differences with their fists.

Batman's hands tried struggling against the hold on his throat. Slowly but surely he was losing air in his lungs and it burned. He stood among men and women that were comparable to gods in terms of power and yet he was completely and utterly powerless to even pose the slightest bit of resistance against him. No amount of money, training, or anger could free himself from Blood's grasp and that hurt to admit most of all. He couldn't even speak. No dry humor remark would escape him, only the sounds of a desperate individual. "It...won't be..that easy!" Batman forced through pained breaths as Blood began removing his cowl and in a moment of fate, an unlikely newcomer leaped from out of thin air and did just enough to allow Batman the time to get free from Blood's grip. He threw his arms to the side while the static receptors clung to the edges of his cape which would allow him to glide to the nearest building, hopefully to recuperate and re-plan for the fact that Blood was far stronger than he anticipated only things didn't go quite as well as he he'd hoped.

Batman slammed against the other end of a crimson prison along with his would be savior. If it weren't for their dire situation, he'd be trying to deduce who this man was. "Better men than you have tried. I'm warning you." He could guarantee that said warning would come into fruition, or so he'd hope and soon. Batman wiped a bit of residual fluid from the side of his mouth, forced into uselessness once again, trapped within the confines of the orb. An unspeakable pain swept over him, far greater than what Blood put him against in the air. The pain forced him onto the bottom of the orb, hunched over and trembling profusely. He was no expert on the dark arts but whatever he was doing was unnatural in every sense of the word. Every single muscle was on fire and while he was both physically and mentally exhausted in this situation, he felt an even greater force tearing him apart from within. Now all he could think about was when it would all come to an end?!

Kara hurt immensely on the inside to see her friend this way. Of all her powers none of them could help her understand J'onn J'onzz current state of emotions. She couldn't imagine the pain someone with his unique form underwent and she could only guess that it put a lot of stress on him to maintain. Martian Manhunter was formidable, kind and yet dangerous when he wanted to be but that was also when he had completely one hundred percent control of his actions. After talking and training with him for so long, trying to understand him more and more, she had no doubts that he might even have what it takes to stand one on one with her cousin and if that meant anything Kara was not far off in the strength spectrum, or at least she was?

Kara looked down at her hands and her vision blurred. Snapped flashes of the bones beneath her flesh and the interiors of buildings she did not want to see. The moon's current state of being did more to her than just slowly make her more susceptible to her base emotions. She could feel one by one, bits and bits of her powers being diminished. She was still the mighty Supergirl by all regards but she didn't trust in herself that she could handle Manhunter in the way he presented himself now. Her distracted thoughts allowed one of J'onn's perfect throws to catch her off guard and slightly knock her off balance. A blue tin mail box smacked into her and rebounded somewhere behind her. From then on, he had her undivided attention. Bright streams of burning red melted and cut through all smaller objects heading her way. It flashed on and off as they flew by and the debris cut in half flew off towards her sides. "J'onn, please! This isn't who you are. You told me that you've spent years and years bettering yourself and your mind. Far too long to not have the strength to fight through this." It would be a mystery to her if he could even hear her plea and after the next object was thrown, she believed he was too far gone in the moment.

A truck holding a crazy amount of flammable fluids came hurdling towards her through the air. Kara put her hands in front of her knowing she had what it would take to catch it. A sheepish wailing took her attention off of Kara's current epidemic. She turned her head toward the right to look behind her and found a small boy standing in the middle of the street. Everything around her slowed down. Not like a speedster but close enough. Kara looked between J'onn who at this point activated his own fiery hot beams, the truck that would soon be in their path, and the child who stood way to close for comfort given he'd be caught in the blast. "Get behind me!" Kara shouted and she took the boy in her arms. Her foot was a few inches from the ground and she was about to make a mad dash further down the street when she felt the rush of heat and metal slam against the back of her, the force of the explosion sending her and the child flying in the direction she intended, but she would have preferred a much safer exit.

Kara and the boy landed on the ground in a series of rolls that only stopped when they slammed into an abandoned taxi. She was smoking, literally but her first priority was to check on the child and as she lifted up to look him over, she couldn't hear a heartbeat and he didn't move a muscle. "No, no, no. Hey, come on, wake up! You're going to be okay." She placed one hand over the other on the boys chest and immediately started chest compressions. Her fingers interlocked over the center of his torso and she began pumping slow and steady. On and on she went and the longer it took, the more she lost with every press that didn't wake up him from unconsciousness. "NO!" Kara shouted to the sky and laid there with the child. Tears trickled down her cheeks and she made no effort to wipe them away, rather she wanted J'onn to see with every eye on his head what he had just done in his right mind or not. Kara took her hands to her cape harness and unhooked the soft red material that was an icon for some. She wrapped the boy in her cape softly. Kara could hear the roaring of J'onn in the back of her head as if he were right behind her. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand but she wasn't nervous and she wasn't scared. She picked the boy up and sat him down to lay in peace in a safe location, safer than leaving him exposed that is.

Supergirl clenched her fists together and laid one flat against the ground beneath her. "I didn't want to have to do this, J'onn. I really didn't want to hurt you but you've left me no choice. I won't let you do this to anyone or yourself any longer!" The air around her was almost noticeable as the wind began to pick up and the small bits of rock and debris swirled around her in whimsical fashion. She took one deep breath, her head snapped forward in front of her to find J'onn anticipating her next move. Right where she wanted him.

Without warning (2:59) the Girl of Steel took flight, blasting forward at blinding speeds in a surge of strength and anger. The ground below her rippled in her wake and when she arrived at the base of the large Martian Manhunter, she traveled upward and sent an uppercut straight for his head followed by a flurry of punches that would pound against his chest if successful. She drew back her leg and would fast ball it in front of her slamming it against J'onn in the hopes of knocking him back down to ground level. Kara's mouth then formed an o in shape as a crystal blue air blew from her mouth, freezing the martian shut to the ground. One final punch was readied and with no remorse backing it she let it fly and slammed into J'onn, the resulting crash shattered the ice that capsulized him.

With Brother Blood sent hurdling through the city and temporarily disabled, Diana deposited the batwing on the rooftop and ran to the magic cages that held her friends. She immediately set to work to free her colleagues. With a sense of helpless desperation, she slammed her powerful wrists into the cages that held Batman and Aquaman in torturous bondage. Not only did this seem to do nothing, but the dark magic that held them hostage seemed to glow more powerfully with each hit, as if to mock her efforts.

“Nothing I do seems to work. Just hang on a little longer!”

She tossed her lasso around the magic cages and pulled it taught. “Show your weakness! Make clear your weakest point, infernal cage!”

She called out an order to the cages and her lasso glowed with golden glory, but alas, no clear weak point in the magical prison presented itself. This magic was loyal to the cultist alone. Her heart skipped as she considered the possibility of failure. The agony painted on the faces of her friends was unbearable. The climate of the blood moon was getting to her amid her frustration. The warrior let out a scream of anger and drew the magical sword of Athena, the holy Themysciran blade endowed with the power of the gods.

“By the holy might of Athena, let free the heroes of earth!”

Leaping into the air and landing a ferocious down swing at the cage, the blade of the goddess finally pierced the sorcerer’s cages in a blast of competing magical auras; both red and gold. Magic against magic, the higher power won out.

No sooner were Batman and Aquaman released from bondage then Brother Blood had arisen with his counter attack. The first shockwave knocked Wonder Woman to one knee before she could even greet Batman and Aquaman. She crossed her wrists in front of her bosom to steady herself against the blast, but when the sharp metallic sound of Blood’s voice tore at her ears, her hands rose to cover them. It was useless, it was as if he was in her head with her and every word scraped at her eardrums.

She was bent over from the pain of the words, “This is why you have all already lost before this battle even had begun.” It was impossible to believe. Another blast knocked her down. She strained to lift her gaze at the city below and saw the souls of the citizens torn from their bodies. In stunned horror, Wonder Woman looked on impotently.

“This cannot be happening. There must be something we can do.” She braced herself on the hilt of her sword and slowly rose to her feet. “I cannot just let this happen. We must face them. Even if we fail.”

Things had escalated too much. Trigon already was here and he had empowered his human lacky tenfold. As such Wally and the crazed mortals were simply no longer worthy of his attention. The fact Blood was siphoning souls to Trigon didn’t phase Etrigan. He has seen such happen with his previous master, Trigon’s rival Lucifer countless of times. It was one of the first steps to a demon invasion, something he was all to familiar with. But being the power hungry seeking demon he was that was still free from his better half’s influence still seeked to be rid of Jason Blood completely. As such, he used another teleportation spell disappearing in a flash of flame, not carrying what Wally would have to say, as it gotten past the point where this demon could be bargained with.

Once he teleporting to The Crimson Lord’s location, in burst of flame, the Demon got on one knee bowing before his grandfather. Which was a rare sight to see as the rhyming demon was more known for his insolence and rebellion amongst his peers. He would not rhyme this time however as, he was not here to amuse Trigon, he was here for a bargain. “Grandfather, Crimson Lord, Lord Trigon, I humbly come before you to bargain. I wish to pledge my allegiance to you in exchange for two things. That you first, remove the curse my brother Merlin has put on me, that has bounded me to the weakling mortal that is Jason Blood, and secondly to imbue the kind of power that you imbued your mortal pawn with, so that I might better serve you and carry out your will.” Etrigan then would look up to Trigon eagerly to see if the rhyming demon would be given the boons he asked, and felt like he deserved. Not caring that Brother Blood was present to hear his demands, or if he would be insulted. To Etrigan all mortals at this point were insignifcant, and Lord Trigon was all that mattered.

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
𝔗𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔗𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯




He was living in the moment more than ever as his plan finally was complete. Blood wasn't winning now - he had won. Victory was his. Trigon was here, The Justice League had surrendered to him. He watched as they got down before him, and declared their defeat. Blood's lip trembled before it emerged into a smile. At long last. ❝A noble end, Superman.❞ With a wave of his inactive hand, cages of magical energy erupted around each one of them. ❝A deal is a deal, however.❞ Brother Blood rose up into the air and opened his glowing palm in which he had absorbed the souls into. He watched the heroes carefully as their heads followed the wisps, almost ensuring they were flowing back into the city and back into the bodies of those they were stolen from. As they would be watching however, as the souls were flowing towards the city, they would make an abrupt U-Turn, and fly straight into the maw of Trigon. Thousands of lives, snuffed out in an instant. ❝My mistake.❞ Blood felt his power increase as Trigon's ability to manifest in this realm increased - but there was an eerie silence, as if the world itself stopped as Blood now spoke. ❝The Earth is not the endgame. No...❞ His mouth trembled once more as he smiled, ❝Trigon seeks this dimension, in it's entirety - with the Earth as his key. The necessary sacrifice.❞ He stared at the ground for but a moment - as if he was processing through his head what he was about to do. The world, for all it seemed, was not doomed. Not until Blood brought his arms up towards the sky once more, and titled his head back. A red glow flourished around his hands and continued to amass as he spoke, ❝For the lack of belief, I will now exact from your known flesh.❞ Blood's body began to shake, as if he was under a great strain. His hands erupted as they were surrounded by blood magic. It coursed around his fingers, and through his arms. ❝Your skills were nothing when compared to all the power of Trigon!❞ The oceans began to crash louder, and louder. The waves were growing. ❝--And it is only now in this--❞ His voice roared as he continued to slowly levitate towards the sky above, with the cages hovering behind him. They had a front row seat. ❝--Your final living moments--❞ The red light that illuminated the sky had begun to shine more fiercely. ❝--That you will comprehend your folly--❞ A foul, infernal glow circled the moon, more concentrated than the last. ❝--And my might!❞ Bloods nose began to bleed, along with his mouth, and his eyes. It trickled down his face as he floated in the air, concentrating on the moon.

And then...

A deafening screech would be heard to every corner of the Earth, as if the uncountable souls of the damned had bled into this realm. The moon itself was beginning to slowly grow bigger, and bigger. Why? As Blood sat concentrating his spell, with every ounce of his might, he had ripped the Moon out of it's orbit and set it in a course directly with the Earth. The strength of it's descent was tremendously increased by his magic - with enough force that would cause a planet wide extinction event. Sure that his resurrection would be imminent following the sacrifice of the Earth, Blood pulled and pulled with every ounce of his strength. The Justice League were utterly unable to interfere. Within a short few hours, The Universe would meet its doom.

A crimson hand had gripped Etrigan's throat, lifting him into the air. In the blink of an eye, the once colossal Trigon was now standing before him, still towering over him by over four feet. The Crimson Lord's grip around the the lesser demon tightened, crimson veins of magic spreading from his hand to Etrigan's throat and through out his body like an infection. It was a searing pain that burned unlike anything else in either this realm or hell itself. Even given his endurance to pain, the rhyming grand child of Trigon would twist and writhe. Trigon sneered in annoyance at this insects instistance that he was truly worthy of Trigon's attentions let alone his good grace. " Who are you to think that you could bargain with me?" He asked rhetorically, annoyance staining his voice. His eyes burned furiously as he spoke next " As though I could truly care in regards to whatever pathetic face your kin hath placed upon you. You only now wish to serve my will now that others have done the work to summon I, but not once have you ever shed blood in my name. You truly are a conniving mongrel." Trigon the Terrible laughed harshly , tightening his grip even further as he began to throttle his own blood.

He had done so with such violence , his magics further spreading through Etrigan's being, robbing him of a third of his strength. Etrigan did not really need to breathe, given his demonic biology, but what Trigon was stealing was something else entirely. As the Demon Lord continued to strangle him, Etrigan would find it harder to think, difficult to form any kind of work or thought. He would himself completely engulfed with pure hatred as his mind devolved into that of a mere beast. Trigon's magics had started to coalesce around the yellow skinned demons neck , solidifying into the round shape of a eight point bronze collar, the each spiked point digging into his flesh, hooking around bone and drawing blood. Runes formed along the length of the collar as Trigon threw the now mad demon to the ground. Leaving his mind as that of a rabid hound." You wished to serve as a loyal dog. And so you shall." Trigon declared, having stolen Etrigan's sentient thought. The bronze collar around Etrigan's neck bound his will to that of Blood's, effectively turning him into nothing more than the sorcerer's pet, though his ultimate loyalty would be to that of Trigon himself. All the while Blood performed his greatest spell yet.

The Red Moon screamed as it was pulled towards the planet that it had spent billions of years orbiting. The air screeched horrifically as the planetoid near the Earth, seemingly growing in size as it came ever closer, dragged by Blood's foul magics. It was the end of the world and despite the efforts of the best of humanity, they had failed. This dimension would now belong to Trigon the Terrible. All hope was now lost. Or so it had seemed. As the skies above Titan's tower blackened in the presence of the oncoming satellite, a blinding flash of white light burst into life, calling onto the attentions of all present. Silver fire shot out from it's body, burning away at the crimson tendrils of dark magic that had attempted to crawl towards it, singing the air as it did so. To add to this, the screeching had come to a halt, as had the moon to the assured astonishment of all. Whatever mystical chains Blood had called forth to drag forth the moon had been seemingly shattered by an even greater force than even he had expected, although this was not as easily seen if one lacked the eye for it.

Brother Blood would not have time to even question what was going on, a sudden pain flaring in his chest. Upon looking down, he would find two daggers crafted of what appeared to be pure star light, piercing his torso. The wounds were nonfatal, but whatever order of magic the blades had been crafted from burned like nothing he had ever experienced. It would be enough to floor him and leave him writhing in pain. Trigon meanwhile seemed hardly phased by the intensity of the light, merely observing what was now unfolding before his eyes with piqued interest. He had not even registered Etrigan's presence given that his attention had been robbed by this new intrusion.

The column of light continued to burn fiercely, keeping the darkness at bay, even as a figure emerged from within. Stepping out from the blazing column was a man, garbed in a blue suit and trench coat. Draped around his neck was a golden necklace, inscribed by a language that hurt to look upon if stared at too long. A similarly colored cloak hung from his shoulders and atop his head was a azure fedora, angled to cover half of his face. He appeared as nothing more than a middle aged man, further proven by the white hairs that peeked out from underneath his hat. What was most stunning was his eyes, a pair of blank eyes, absent of both pupil and iris , leading one to believe that he was blind. But that could not be further from the truth, for he had seen a great deal. He was after all...

"The Phantom Stranger." Trigon's voice boomed, breaking the silence that had been been given form by the arrival of this upstart. Everyone would have been unaware of what that name or title meant, save for perhaps Blood, but it was clear that the two perhaps knew each other from some other time.



"Trigon." Replied the new arrival, his voice barely above a whisper but carrying easily across the air. As he spoke, the column of light finally dispersed, his grand entrance finally done with now that he had the attention of all of those present. The Stranger looked back over his shoulder, taking note of all of those heroes that had gathered here. They would have been an impressive lot, had they not looked so pitifully defeated. Still as long as they were here, there remained hope for this realm. And given the decree from the powers that be, it was up to him to set them on the path that would lead them to victory.

"The great recorder makes his presence known as I am on the cusp of victory. " The demon lord spoke, watching the Stranger closely. His four eyes burned furiously, fire kissing the edge of each one. He held great disdain for his figure for transgressions that had gone back eons. And it would be all to easy to end this being's existence with a mere swipe of his hands, " Have you come to commit this moment to memory as you are so want to do? Or have you fooled yourself into believing that you can stop me, little watcher?" Trigon sneered as he spoke, words laced with venom. It was clear he held the Stranger with little regard, no matter what the powers that be had seen fit to task him with. All the while he ignored the agonies of blood and the grovelling of his nephew.

"It is not my place to end your conquest here Demon." The Stranger declared, turning away from the Crimson Lord. He seemed to show no fear nor concern even given the chance that Trigon might attempt to crush him if he so whimmed. "Do not think that you shall take this realm so easily, Crimson Lord. It would be folly to underestimate the resolve of her defenders. Each of them would give their lives thrice over to end this madness." Walking towards the defenders, he stepped past Superman first, tapping his shoulder once before moving towards Wonder Woman and doing the same. He could sense their purity of heart, their courage, their compassion. He had been watching each of them for a longer time, taking note of the paths each of them had taken yet never involving himself. It was not his place to steer them on the right path, it was merely to take note of it.

"No, Trigon, my mission is not to stop you. It is theirs." He declared, the resolution in his voice absolute. Suddenly each of the heroes had started to become enveloped in the same white light that had signaled his arrival.Cyborg, Kid Flash, Night Wing, Red Arrow, Robin, Aquaman, Wonder Woman and lastly Superman. The light would consume their bodies, flashing only once before fading away, whisking away each of the heroes with them. All of them save for just one.

The Phantom Stranger had come to a halt before the only remaining hero left. He knelt down towards the prone form of Batman, who had suffered the most in terms of physical damage. That was of course, not the reason he had not whisked him off alongside his friends and allies. No. He had a greater purpose in the grand scheme of the world. Though what it was had pained the stranger. "Bruce Wayne." The stranger spoke his name, placing a hand over the man's shoulder. "Of all the men and women, whom I have watched these last few centuries, none have shined as brightly as yours. No one has ever faced the darkness and risen from it like you have. You have paid more than most. I would not wish this upon you if I did not have to," His voice had grown somber, laden with a sadness that was strange for a man that Bruce had only just met for the first time. The stranger helped the Dark Knight to his feet, steadying him as he did so. It would not due for him to face what was to come on his knees. "Every victory requires sacrifice. I know that you understand this more than anyone. I am sorry Bruce Wayne." He apologized , hoping that the hero would understand and knowing that he would. And then suddenly he was gone in a flash of light as though he and the other heroes had never been there to begin with. Leaving the Dark Knight in the company of Brother Blood, the maddened Etrigan, the possessed Starfire and Trigon himself.


....

In another blinding flash of light, the remaining members of the Justice League and Titans would suddenly find themselves on fresh grass. The air seemed cleaner and was empty of the smell of bloodshed and the screams of the dying and the damned. As they rose up from the ground, they would find themselves saved from certain death at the hands of Trigon. As though in complete contrast, they now found themselves in a clearing in the middle of a great forest of pine trees that surrounded them on every side, and immediately behind them was a great mansion. Old in design but still standing, it had a certain chilling air to it. Unknown to them, they now found themselves on the front lawn of the House of Mysteries, although that would be revealed to them in time. As would what had just transpired as standing in between the doorway was the Phantom Stranger himself."I understand that you have many questions but there first we must save your friend , the Manhunter." He urged them onward into the house, closing the door as the last of them entered.

The house was old. Now how old it was was unknown to nearly anyone, given that it migrated randomly time and again, mystically hopping from one location to the next. For now it was based within a forest clearing right outside of Star City, and before this it had landed it's foundation within Gotham's very own slaughter swamp. It was almost impossible to keep track, save for those with mystically attuned. It's decorations were antique in nature, bearing a design similar to that of an old estate in the civil war era. Whether that was the original period it had been crafted was unknown, not that it mattered in the grand scheme. Ownership of the house transferred numerous times but for now it resigned in the hands of the Stranger himself.

"As you've already seen, the Manhunter has fallen victim to the massive pyschic feedback of a thousand thousand murders. The psionic shock coupled with the influence of Trigon's magics, is now causing his mind to tear itself apart." The stranger informed them as he took them past the dining room and into one of the guest rooms. He hadn't brought up what had just occurred only moments ago because that had been clear enough. Though he would indulge any obvious questions.

He came to a stop at the front of the guest room door. The house had been deathly quiet up until this point, almost eerie in it's silence. Now though there was a faint noise that almost sounded like growling." I warn you, for those that have not already seen it. His conflicted mind is now at war with itself and given his rather malleable nature, well. You may not resemble him." He warned before pushing open the door to reveal a struggling Manhunter, bound to one of the guest walls by chains of pure light. The mystical bounds holding his form in place to the best of their ability, the magic within making impossible for him mold or phase his way to freedom. Sitting on the floor was would be super girl, who would now realize that she too had been teleported by the Stranger's magics.

Trigon’s words spoke true about how the rhyming demon was conniving schemer, only seaking power, however like so many times before the opposite happened, he was stripped of power and rank. Etrigan howled in pain although it was more of an unearthly gurgling noise. As Trigon grabbed him by his throat, it was all but the Demon could do to bare the feeling himself being stripped away of a third of his essence. Once Trigon had dropped the demon to the ground discarding him as nothing more but a mere pet, the demon would catch it’s breath grabbing at it’s collar instinctively, albeit not even knowing why it did such.

However the effects of the Demon losing a third of its power and its consciousness had an unexpected side effect, given the Demon was still bound Jason Blood through Merlin’s enchantments. That side effect being was that Jason was now in the driver’s seat, or rather would be if it wasn’t for that collar. Instead he now was a back seat driver in a mindless husk forced to see everything through Etrigan’s eyes, but powerless himself to do anything about it. For Jason it was a confusing time, as last thing he remembered was being back in Gotham, but then it suddenly all came back to him, Fate was possessed by a Demon, and it was through that communication spell the Demon was able to force Jason to turn into Etrigan. Jason also would note that Etrigan felt weak, very weak, nothing like he had felt before, as even before Jason’s link to the Demon made it so he was familiar with how powerful Etrigan was, so he knew something about all of this was very wrong. He then looking through the eyes of the demon tried piece everything together where they both presently were. And then Jason could see how the entire Justice League and the Titans had already surrendered to Trigon, which means things were bad really bad.

The Demon then would walk on all fours galloping towards Brother Blood like an ape, and would hunch on all fours like a faithful dog. Sitting and waiting obediently. It was then Jason Blood saw the appearance of The Stranger materialize to rescue the heroes. Jason would scream for help to be saved from within the Demon, but no words would come out. He was a prisoner of Etrigan’s body unable to do anything. He then watched helplessly as the Stranger walked up to his old friend and fellow Gothamite, the Dark Knight. Unable to hear or fully see what transpired between the two of them, only catching glimpses of the ordeal due to the fact Etrigan looked in that direction, watching protectively to make sure Stanger wouldn’t try to attack Trigon or his new master, as it growled and snarled like a rabid animal. Then in a sudden flash of light The Stranger was gone, as was the others with the exception of Batman, and the possessed Starfire.

The Demon then saw Batman getting up, limping his away towards Brother Blood as he pulled out two batarangs. The Demon violently charged Batman to protect its master, it would leap in the air and pounce towards Batman with its arms and claws stretched outward in attempts to tackle him and pin his broken form to the ground. Jason could only watch in horror as this happened, unable to stop the body he was trapped in from attacking his friend. He would yell and scream “Noooooo!!!!” but again, no words would come out from the Demon’s body only snarling and growling as it defended Brother Blood.