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❝Hail The Red! Hail Trigon! Hail Brother Blood!❞ Brother Blood chanted as he raised an aged and rustic dagger into the air. A numerous amount of cultists were around a glowing red summoning circle on the broken rooftop of the Titans Tower. Brother Blood had launched an assault upon the Tower, quickly overwhelming the Titans and forcing them to retreat, whilst taking Raven hostage. ❝Brothers and sisters, the time has come! Trigon will at last walk the Earth. The moon; which as long been a beacon in the dark of the night will now serve as the anchor for Lord Trigon into this world - by the will of Blood!❞ He drew his dagger down the arms of Doctor Fate, which Blood used to bind Raven down to his will even further with the use of blood magic. A scarlet mist began to crawl over the moon, it looked as if it had began to bleed.

Raven would begin to scream out in pain as Blood zapped her with bolts of crimson energy, which then bolted to the moon. ❝The Red Night is here!❞ Brother Blood cackled. Fate stood as if he was possessed, completely immobile and a servant to Blood's will. The cultist now wore a wide smile across his face - at long last his grand plan had come to fruition. As the world would descend into pandemonium, none would be fit to stand against him. The arrival of Trigon was imminent.

For Jason Blood it was a quite normal evening as usual, or as quiet as it could get in Gotham. Jason was in his apartment within his study, reading one of his many old spell books, as he sat comfortably on his chair, with only the candle light, illuminating his room. Then suddenly as quick as a panic attack, could feel something was wrong. Jason could feel this as it was gnawing away and disturbing the demon within. Etrigan wanted to take control, but the spell that bound them prevented such.

Jason closed his old book, to look out his window. The first thing he noticed was that the Bat signal had been let up requesting Batman’s presence, thinking the Bat would be busy tonight. He then finally could hear the screams and sirens echo throughout Gotham, louder than anything that was normal for this city. But again Etrigan’s calling to take over grew like gnawing hunger that became louder, and harder to ignore. It was only then he had seen the moon was blood red and realised that dark forces were at play, the sort of kind he has not felt in a long time, but still uncertain as to who or what in particular he was dealing with. However he did know it was giving his worse half strength. Which was something he could not ignore. He knew if th Demon took control it would most likely be immune to the forces at play. So that was not his concern, his concern was the innocent lives the demon might harm in the process given Etrigan might only see them as collateral damage. And it was for this reason he kept on fighting the Demon’s will to take over.

Jason put his current spell book, away and went through his shelves, within the study trying to find the right spell book. Jason finally found the right one, and flipped through its pages quickly in a hurry hoping he was not too late. He then drew circle on the floor place the candles along the outline of such, took a match and let them. Jason sat in the circle performing the spell. Muttering a foreign ancient language whilst uttering his incantation, in attempts to contact his old comrade Fate. Jason wanted to know how bad things were, and what exactly they were dealing with and who he might have to alert.

It was true that the Titans were having a really bad week. No, that was a oversimplification. Since their union things have gone awry at every turn. The death of Artemis Crock was the first of many losses including Redback. Next, was Donna Troy who left the team among others shortly after not being able to 'handle' everything. At least that's how Damian Wayne perceived it. When he voiced such to Grayson, he was told that he was being cold and inconsiderate even. But that answer absolutely dripped emotion. Father would no doubt think the same if Damian queried for his thoughts on the matter.

Anyway, with all that said and gone, here's what the Titans had been dealing with currently...

Robin, like the other Titans tried their hand at combating Brother Blood, but he took them on with ease. Their team was disassembled by the time he finished with them. Robin laid there unconscious under rubble until a voice seemed to be coming in. "Cyborg to Titans, come in." he started to stir. Everything sounded hollow, he could smell smoke, and tasted debris. He spat it out and opened his eyes slow. When they opened fully he sat up quick as he could with his current injuries and winced some. His head was ringing and his jaw hurt. His cape was near torn and cuts and bruises left open wounds that would need to be tended to later. Robin, although on wobbly feet, stood up at long last and tuned back in Cyborg's unceasing commentary.

"Blood managed to outsmart us and came better prepared to us than we were in our own base of operations. This would've never happened to the Justice League." Robin bit out, ego bruised obviously. Now was not the time for that. More pressing matters called for him to find out what was going on and why. That's when he looked up and saw the blood moon and he tried to fight back from grinding his teeth. He remembered reading and seeing a picture of that in Batman's files. Before he could properly register to mind what it had been again, blood-thirsty individuals started to circle a lady in his vicinity. She ran inside her home and rolling his eyes, he followed.

He crashed through the ceiling moments later and threw several batarangs at the pursuers who in turn looked at him foaming like rabid animals."Crap." he muttered. Before bounding over them and landing in front of the lady. The person looked scared, but once she recognized the insignia on his chest, she seemed a little more alert. "You need to evacuate from the city now if you don't want to die." The woman blinked, and then turned as if to grab something or change out of her pajamas, but Robin grabbed her arm and pulled her out into the hallway. "There is no time to dawdle. Get out now or you die. It's simple. Go."

"But..." the woman started, looking tearful. "My cats! I don't want them to get hurt either. I need to get my cats!" His eye started to twitch, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "FINE. Collect your beasts and leave. If you are not out by the time I finish with door number two, I am tossing them out your window with you. Got it?!" The woman nodded, and ran back into another room in her apartment. Damian heard the meowing and hissing of a number of cats being picked up and put into some sort of contraption as he headed toward the door across the hall, repeating his speech to the tenants of that apartment as well. The ones who weren't already infected that is.

He growled in frustration when one family tried to go back in and grab some things. "Material possessions are not more important than your life! Go! Get out of the apartment before these people kills you!" They all glared at him as they filed out of the apartment and moved down the hall toward the stairs. Damian wanted to bang his head against a wall and just leave them all to die, but he turned back toward Cat lady, and saw that she was leaving, taking two baskets full of mewling cats with her. Down the hall barreling towards him were some of the infected and while he would more than revel in beating some skulls in, he needed to rejoin with the other Titans.

Shrouding himself with his cape, Robin threw down several smoke pellets and crashed through the nearby window, grappling to safety on another building. "Robin to Titans, I have no clue what's going on and as much as I hate to say it... We need to call in reinforcements. We need the Justice League."

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❝Scream if you will, Raven! Let them usher in the arrival of your father! Hail Trigon!❞ Brother Blood cackled as he continued to siphon Raven's power into the ritual. It was nearing it's end, and the moon was becoming a darker shade of red. The skull that had etched itself onto the face of the moon through the circle of clouds in the sky was becoming more and more visible. He tugged with his left hand as he pulled more of Fate's life essence into the spell holding down Raven.

Much to his chagrin, a cultist alerted him of an unwanted intrusion. It was Starfire. Blood continued to stare forward at Raven as he continued to concentrate on the ritual. He signaled a cultist over, and with his dagger, he slid it across their throat. Using their blood to temporarily sustain the riutal whilst he brought his attention elsewhere, he stared towards Starfire, still completely oblivious of Nightwing. ❝Come now, Titans! You are like rats, where there is one, there is surely more!❞ He spat out. ❝I have desecrated your sanctuary, I have plunged this world into the red and you still persist? Have you learnt naught from your beating?❞ He raised his hands and his eyes began to glow a putrid red - as if his eyes were oozing blood themselves. ❝Surrender to the will of Trigon, Child.❞ Blood had cast a spell on Starfire to corrupt her mind and will into the service of Trigon. She would now see her friends as enemies, and only in their sacrifice would she appease the voice of horror that echoed throughout her head. Blood cackled as he would watch her attempt to battle with the spell, but it would be in vain. His cape billowed as he turned back to the ritual. With a swipe of his fist, the body of the cultist was flung into the middle of the circle. The magical energy from the ritual caused it to explode and all of the blood from the cultist would be used to further fuel the unholy ritual. Whatever hope remained for the world was edging onto the abyss now, for Brother Blood had all but won.

The veil that separated the material from the immaterial was being considerably thinned the longer the ritual continued, a reality that was becoming increasingly clear through what was occurring across the world. Across the world, a thousand thousand violent acts were occurring all at once. The manager of a bank died, choking on his own blood as one of his employees stabbed him in the throat repeatedly with a pen, once pent up annoyance over a missed promotion having turned into a murderous rage. A once meek wife shoots her husband and the whore that he is cheating on her with, egged on by several voices in the back of her mind that had came from nowhere. Her hands tremble as those same voices tell her to place the gun to her own temple. A group of high school bullies take to violently beating their fellow students, a sudden hatred of anything different overtaking them. They club them with pipes,bats and anything else they can get a hold of. The same scenes play out everywhere, the madness that is Trigon's will spreading uncontrollably as though it was a disease. Only there was no clear vector and there was no clear cure.

And even the innocent were not immune. Over time, the madness would chip away at their souls and their minds, twisting even the most menial of slights into hateful grudges. It would twist simple wants and needs into feelings of lust or envy, it would turn anger into hatred and hatred into fury. Annoyance over simple matters would turn into an obsessive desire for revenge that bordered on the unreasonable. Even among those that deemed themselves the protectors of humanity, there were those that would fall first. Those heroes that struggled to hold themselves back would find themselves suddenly willing to commit whatever deed was necessary to ensure that their mission was completed, regardless of the toll it took. In due time , even their own minds would deceive them as Illusions overtook them. Friends and allies would suddenly take on the appearance of their greatest enemies, the visage so life like that it fooled the senses into believe it was all real.

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Doctor Fate was no longer in control of his own actions. His body jerked and danced all of it's own accord, as though he were a puppet whose marionettes were being pulled over back and forth between two squabbling children.The strain was agonizing but he gave no indication of even feeling it as he uttered words in a dead language so foul that reality itself had bent and curved around him. He could scarce recall what had occurred after his fight with Brother Blood, save for the four crimson eyes of the Great Enemy, burned into his sight. He remembered utterances of the Ritual of the Red Night, an accursed spell used only to summon the most damnable of entities from the immaterium.

He wanted to stop it. He needed to stop it. But he could not. Despite his bearing of the Helmet of Fate, he did not feel...himself. Nabu the Wise, Nabu the Powerful, Nabu, The Lord of Order, was absent. Absent or locked away, bound by the foul hexes of Blood. Now all he could feel was the presence of something else. Something foul. He was unaware of the demons that fought over his soul. The children of the Scarlet Lord, who even now were using him as a vessel.

Suddenly there was a voice. Distant at first, but as time went on it became more and more clear. The voice sounded familiar but as it were, he could scarcely recall why. They announced themselves as Jason Blood, but he no longer knew who that was. They ask what was going on, but he could not bring himself to answer. At least. Not right away. Was it not obvious? The Scarlet Lord was coming. The Red King was on clawing his way into reality itself and there was nothing that could be done. One could hope for nothing more than mercy.

The only option left now was to bend the knee and pledge fealty to this dark master. To give up their freedom and themselves body and soul to their new lord Tri-NO! That was not the way. That was not possible. They needed to fight. He needed to fight. Better to fight and die, then surrender themselves and lose all that they were. Kent Nelsons, Doctor Fate, Lord of Order, called out for help with all that he could. But his call for aid was twisted, turned into a blood curdling screech by his demonic possessor. The screech was all that Jason Blood would hear and the very power and essence of it was such that it would pull out the darkness within him. Calling out to the monster that claimed his soul as it's own.

Kara's three years on planet Earth gave her the chance to meet such incredible people. Her cousin all grown up, her new friends, one of them and in her eyes the most influential of all was J'onn. "You and me both." Kara smiled warmly at J'onn who soaked up the sun like he was a kryptonian. It soothed her heart knowing he found comfort in this place. It's his personal escape and the fact that he shared it with her meant so much. It wasn't her preferred method of letting off a bit of steam but she couldn't knock it. It was rather peaceful. She wasn't bothered by her phone being off knowing work was probably blowing steam out of their ears wondering where she was. She would keep it in mind to give them a call on her time but for now, in the middle of nowhere, Kara wouldn't let the trivial aspects of her Danvers' life get in the way of the here and now.
When the crashing of waves and wind blowing was snuffed out by the eerily loud phenomenon occurring miles away, Kara looked to J'onn who was already on top of things. "So you feel it, too?" The answer to her question was obvious but knowing J'onn, anything could have piqued his interests; she just hoped it was pending issue at hand. "It's coming from New York City, or--everywhere! It's all over the world." Opening up her ears to the rest of the world was a mistake, knowing far more now than she ever wanted to. Something about a Trigon far off into the distance. "J'onn! This is what Raven warned us about! It was Trigon." She distinctly remembered the mystery girl who teleported herself onto the Watchtower exclaiming and raving about a demon connected to her in one way or another. It wasn't like the information would do her any good now. Whatever was happening was happening and they were too late to stop it before it reached the height of whatever it was that was happening.

When the two reached New York, Kara split off from J'onn and lapped around the surrounding area cleaning up and fighting off demon like people that attacked their better halves. She grabbed people and moved them out of harms way and protecting others from bullets that flew astray with her hardened skin. So why did she feel so sluggish? Kara floated higher into sky wondering why her powers waned with every second. "I think the moon is effecting my powers. I can feel it, I'm not at full strength...J'onn?" The sound of an animal-esque roar nearly made Kara's eardrums bleed. For a moment, only faintly though, Kara thought she could hear J'onn's voice. She flew around the building and scanned below with her X-Ray vision where she spotted a giant sized Martian Manhunter ripping into people's flesh on the street. "J'onn, NO!" What has he become?!
The disgusting appearance was so off putting she almost hurled only she had to remember this was neither the time nor place. He was out of control and she had to assume the Titans had their hands full with their tower.
Kara flew straight down to the ground and just before she hit the pavement, she sped up and took a shot at his torso, followed by a flip that sent her leg flying for his chin, or one of them at least and to top it off, she used her super breath to push him back away from the angry mob. "What's happened to you?" She stood opposite of her friend more apprehensive and on guard than loving and warmhearted.

Bart Allen, aka Impulse, laughed as he beat Wally West, aka The current Flash, for the third time in a row in a video game they were playing. Bart loved video games. He enjoyed them a lot in the future where he came from playing against his friends or just alone whenever Max wasn't pestering him. It was a breezy evening as Bart zipped over to the radio, turning it on, and back into his bean bag chair beside Wally. The two were building their relationship as partners through shared hobbies. Bart was extremely happy this Wally wasn't such a stick in the mud like the one from the future... His mind flicked to his future predicament and he frowned. He should probably tell Wally about why he really came back... "Hey Wally.." he started.

But the radio reports on what was going down in New York City saved him. A sigh escaped him. He tuned in completely listening as his golden eyes went wide. Bart ran a hand through his disheveled hair letting out a ohhhh. His interest was piqued. In the blink of an eye the speedster whipped around the room like a mini-storm. When he finally stopped he wore his Impulse costume. "Race you there." Impulse grinned. The ground flew beneath Bart's feet as he sprinted towards New York City. Much as he loved saving lives in Central City, he also loved the chance to go and help out some other heroes.

Little under fifteen minutes later, the teen speedster had arrived. "Whoa." he looked up and noted of all he saw. This place looked like one of his video games. Only it was real and a sudden screech that was enough to shake even Impulse. "Gotta help." he scanned the area until he saw someone, anyone that looked like a hero. There was a big guy who he recognized. A smile grew on his features and Bart zipped over to him. The red and white clad speedster gawked at how shiny and cool he looked. "I'm here to help. What's wrong with them?" he asked Cyborg.