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Hell reeked of ash and blood. The landscape stretched out in ruin, broken cliffs, and a battlefield littered with corpses so countless they blurred into a carpet of fallen bodies.
Arthur stood at its center.
He pulled his spear free from the chest of a massive demon, blood sizzling where it touched the ground. The weapon roared with death-bound lightning, the air around it vibrating with power.
All around him, his shadow legion moved with efficiency. Demon Knights stood among heaps of slain enemies. Shadow Giants stood like statues carved from night. The Heavenly Soldiers remained motionless, their wings folded, watching for any approaching new enemies.
The entire battlefield belonged to him.
Arthur glanced over the sea of corpses and spoke one word.
"Arise."
The ground trembled.
Shadows flooded across the battlefield like a tide. One by one, then by hundreds, then by thousands fallen demons stirred. Shadows rose, eyes glowing violet as the power of the shadow monarch claimed them.
They knelt.
An endless army bowing in absolute submission.
Beru clicked his mandibles approvingly, stepping beside Arthur.
"They will behave now my liege," he hissed at the newly risen shadows.
The demons lowered their heads further.
Arthur barely looked at them.
His gaze drifted across the field, thoughtful.
"I don't believe they fought because they hated me or anything, and it's not about what they feel or where their loyalty lies." he said quietly. "Or because they liked their master."
He watched the damned among them, broken souls twisted into soldiers.
"These belonged to Neron," he continued. "He promised them something. A path back to Earth… perhaps freedom."
John Constantine stood nearby, coat torn and soot-streaked, cigarette dangling loosely between his fingers.
Arthur glanced sideways at him.
"You think so too, don't you?"
John exhaled smoke slowly.
"Sounds exactly like him," he muttered. "The bastard loves desperate people. Makes deals with villains back on Earth all the time.. power in exchange for souls, favors, whatever keeps them on the leash."
Arthur nodded faintly.
"It's always the desperate ones making deals with the devil."
He walked forward, stepping over fallen horns and broken weapons, then casually sat atop the corpse of a massive demon like it was a throne.
"I gave him a warning," he said calmly. "It's up to him now."
His eyes narrowed.
"Because if we keep fighting these lesser armies… this won't end. It'll drag on endlessly."
He wrinkled his nose slightly.
"And frankly… I'm getting tired of the air here."
Kara floated down nearby, wiping demon blood from her knuckles with visible annoyance.
"Same," she said bluntly. "They're good warm-up targets, but I want to get this over with."
Zatanna stood beside her, leaning lightly on her staff.
"I've seen plenty of magical dimensions," she said softly, glancing around at the endless ruin. "This place has always been the most troublesome one… it's truly exhausting."
John raised an eyebrow.
"Whoa there," he said, looking at Arthur. "Did you forget about.."
Arthur cut him off calmly.
"No. I didn't."
His gaze locked onto John.
"And frankly, the only reason I'm being this passive is because of you."
John blinked.
Arthur continued evenly.
"Otherwise I would've stormed the City of Dis already instead of sending warnings."
Constantine's shoulders dropped slightly, a defeated look crossing his face.
"…Yeah," he muttered. "Suppose you're right."
Arthur sighed softly.
He stood, stepped forward, and placed a hand on John's shoulder.
"Look... I didn't mean it like that," he said quietly. "Don't sound so defeated."
His voice lowered.
"I don't like how demons operate. I don't want a world where their influence spreads everywhere.. preying on weakness, feeding on desperation."
He paused.
"But I'm not doing this because I pity you."
John looked up, surprised.
"I'm doing it as a friend."
Arthur's gaze sharpened slightly.
"And because I want to understand what really happened. What made you do what you did."
A faint smirk touched his lips.
"And I know you had a decent reason."
John looked away for a moment, quiet.
Zatanna watched them both, her expression softening a bit.
Kara folded her arms, smiling.
"See?" she said lightly to John. "He's not as heartless as he looks."
John said nothing.
Arthur released his shoulder and turned back toward the burning horizon.
"There's another issue."
His eyes glowed faintly violet.
"Inside the City of Dis… I sense more than Neron right now."
"Three more presences," he said quietly. "As powerful as him, almost. Passive. Waiting."
Zatanna frowned.
"Three more?"
Arthur nodded.
"Hell's politics," he muttered. "No wonder the Morningstar abandoned this place, I assume they are there for a backstab as expected from demons, at the best opportune moment."
He fell silent.
Then suddenly
His posture shifted.
The violet glow in his eyes intensified.
Something had changed.
Arthur turned sharply.
"Beru."
The ant-like marshal straightened instantly.
"Return to base," Arthur ordered. "You, and the marshals."
His gaze shifted to Kara and Zatanna.
"You're going with them."
Kara blinked.
"What? Why?"
Arthur looked at her directly.
"You'll keep my soldiers in check. They listen to you."
A faint smirk.
"You know how some of them are."
Kara groaned dramatically.
"You want me to babysit them?"
"Yes."
She sighed, then shrugged.
"…Alright then."
Zatanna looked between them, concern flickering briefly in her eyes.
"Be careful you two," she said quietly.
Arthur nodded once.
Then he turned toward John.
His voice dropped slightly.
"You and I are going somewhere."
John narrowed his eyes.
"Where?"
Arthur's expression grew unreadable.
"Someone wants to meet me."
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JUSTICE LEAGUE WATCHTOWER -
The main briefing chamber massive holographic displays were projecting maps of Earth, highlighted with glowing markers that pulsed ominously across multiple continents. The atmosphere felt tense, with the knowledge that something dangerous had begun moving beneath the surface.
League members gathered around the central table.
Some stood with arms crossed, others watched silently from elevated consoles. Everyone's attention was fixed on the restrained figure at the center of the room.
The prisoner.
The creature stood inside a reinforced containment field tall, pale, armored in jagged crystalline plating with frost even in the controlled temperature of the Watchtower. Its silver-blue eyes glared with contempt, breath misting in the air around it.
An Ice Elf.
Batman stood near the holographic projector, cape hanging like a shadow behind him. Superman remained beside him, calm but visibly alert.
A holographic recording flickered to life footage of the Arctic battle.
Behind them, Shadow Lex and Shadow Owl stood in silence, their glowing violet eyes fixed on the room as they awaited instruction.
Batman spoke first.
"This entity was captured during the Arctic incident."
He gestured toward the prisoner.
"Our intel came through Arthur's shadow operatives. Specifically… these two shadows."
He paused briefly, acknowledging their presence without turning.
"They identified these beings as Ice Elves, soldiers originating from what they described as a hostile realm connected through dimensional gates."
The room murmured quietly.
Flash leaned forward, brow furrowed. "So we're talking full-on invasion?"
Batman nodded once.
"That's the conclusion, we already discussed that but.."
He tapped the console, and the display shifted showing classifications.
"Minor Threat Gate. Major Threat Gate. Catastrophe-Class Gate…"
His voice remained calm.
"This terminology comes from Arthur's records. It appears these gates represent escalating levels of invasion severity."
Wonder Woman narrowed her eyes at the projection.
"So this was merely a scouting force."
"Likely," Batman replied.
Superman stepped forward, addressing the room with measured optimism.
"We've detected several more gate signatures forming across multiple continents," he said. "Europe, Asia, South America all low activity for now."
His expression hardened slightly.
"This invasion is starting slowly. That gives us time."
He looked around the chamber.
"And we will stop it. Every gate. Every threat."
Green Lantern nodded.
"Sounds like we're doing crowd control across the globe."
Martian Manhunter added quietly, "The fear resonance from the prisoner is… unusual. It fears something more than us.."
Batman's gaze flickered briefly toward the captured Ice Elf.
It had gone unnaturally silent whenever it looked at the two shadows behind him.
He filed that away.
"We attempted to contact Arthur," Batman said.
A beat of silence passed.
"His current whereabouts are unknown."
There was a slight shift in the room, surprise, unease.
Superman glanced sideways at Bruce.
"But that's not necessarily a problem," he added quickly. "We understand what we're facing now. The threat is real, and we're prepared."
Batman didn't respond.
His eyes remained fixed on the Earth projection, but his thoughts drifted elsewhere.
'Arthur… Kara… John… Zatanna…'
All missing at once.
He knew it was not a coincidence.
'You're together somewhere.'
He crossed his arms, expression unreadable behind the cowl.
'What are you up to now, Arthur…? Or should I say Constantine..'
Superman continued outlining deployment strategies, assigning teams to potential gate locations, but Bruce barely heard the details.
His mind pieced together patterns.
Strange energy signatures.
Missing allies.
Demonic activity on Earth, both Gotham and Jump City.
Batman narrowed his eyes slightly.
Whatever Arthur was doing… it was big enough to keep him away from Earth entirely.
And that worried him more than the gates themselves.
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