"Motherfucking doombots. That means the dictator is Doctor Doom or another doombot, and killing these guys won't accomplish much." I grabbed at one of the few items I still kept on me at all times. I decided early on that if Tony Stark was going to fight me, I wouldn't fight fairly. Besides making EMP grenades, I made other magical contingencies to shut him down if the EMP grenades didn't work.
As it explodes and the two robots fall over, unmoving, I laugh. "Guess Doctor Doom figured he didn't need to shield his robots from electromagnetic pulses." I walked over to the robots and chucked them into an isolation room in the magic wing of SHIELD. I can't believe it was that easy to get millions of dollars' worth of material just like that.
Salvaging his bots and reverse engineering them might make my magical bots that much better. Who said they had to be run on pure magic? It really didn't make sense to do that that way now that I think about it. Actually, stealing one of Ironman's suits or designs might go a long way toward shutting his shit down. I would have to be very careful when I tried it, though.
How the fuck did I go from stealing clothes to thinking about the logistics of building magical robot/golems? I should be in the Bahamas sipping girly drinks while playfully chasing after women right now. Seriously, how the fuck did I end up on a suicide mission in a third-world country while leading one of the fastest-growing wings of the military, as SHIELD had started pulling in other branches of the military to learn along with them?
Harley loudly mentioned. "God, I think you bruised my cervix. Any chance you can go easy with that monster next time, big guy?" Oh yeah, that's why I'm doing this stupid shit, for the women. I tease her back. "God, you put two babies in a girl and she thinks she can ask for anything." We playfully flirted back and forth a few more times before Doctor Connors screamed at us to stop.
We made it to a little encampment full of tents and men on the outside building a wall meant to keep us out. They'd have had to start working on it hours before we were going to show up, leading me to believe there was a mole. "Someone's a traitor. Can I get everyone's phone real quick?
Most seemed hesitant to hand them over. "Obviously not, you, Rick, actually, if you want to check, they probably trust you more. I've kind of already killed two members." After checking everyone's phones, I had to call Amanda Waller. "So quick update. The person we're hunting is probably a doombot, might be the real Doctor Doom, and someone in the room with you is probably funneling the enemy information since they ambushed us when we showed up."
I thought about it more. "I'd have the guards check everyone's phones. If they're leaking information, we can feed them false info." We sit still watching them build as we wait for what to do next from Amanda. They're all commed up and able to talk to Waller, but I didn't have a headset and had to be told the information second hand from everyone else.
Rick took the lead and told us a plan. "Alright, looks like you were right, and we were set up to die. The mission still stands; we have to fight our way to the head dictator, but now it's to gather information and projects instead of killing him." I take a more passive role, letting them handle the mission now that they're not being overwhelmed by an informed army.
The contract lets me track Solomon, and after two hours of him going berserk, I teleport to him. "You have fun, Solomon." He gave me a cheeky grin before saying. "Solomon get high score. Feeling sleepy now." I put my hand on him and teleported us back home. "Alright, buddy, get some sleep. I'll be home to feed you in a bit, so just hang out and make sure no one tries to rob us."
Anyone stupid enough to break into my mansion was in for a big gray surprise if they did. Teleporting back into gunfire, it appears the squad has been found out. They quickly mop up the small group of armed men before we make our way closer to the last known base of the dictator.
The mission had taken so long, we had to sleep, and I took my two new girls back to my house to get some "sleep" while the others slept in the underground bunker I made. We group back up and start making our way to the main base. Nothing important happens; we kill another squad with Savant almost killing a ten-year-old by accident, but I managed to stop him.
Seriously, look it up. Most of these 3rd world armies are mostly kids. Maybe thirty percent were adults or old enough to pass as adults, and the rest were literal children. It made killing them a slog as I had to keep everyone else from murdering children by accident. About two hours from the base, I get a phone call. It is someone I hadn't really expected to ever call me again after what happened.
"This is the magical man known as Plague Doctor. How may I help you, Jessica?" The way Jessica and I met, I didn't think I'd ever get a call from her. A panicked voice came through on the other side. "Fucking something magical is going on in New York, magic man. I thought you might be able to help stop the demons pouring into the streets."
I let out a loud sigh. "Fucking damn it. There's a demon attack in New York happening right now." I say loud enough for the suicide squad to hear before I continue. "I guess we've got to stop playing around here and actually go take the capital." I started grabbing everyone, and once I was touching them, I teleported several times, turning a two-hour trek into seconds of travel.
Outside the building are another six doombots flying around, which I chop the heads off of while storing the bodies. Going inside is a doombot doing paperwork of all things, but I notice something is wrong the moment my eyes lay upon him. Victor Von Doom was touted as one of the best magicians in the Marvel universe. That didn't really add up to what I was seeing, though.
That was clearly a doombot sitting there doing the paperwork. I sighed in relief as I didn't have to run away since it wasn't the real Doom. I wasn't afraid of Doom, but his plot armor would have to be close to the best. I would be worried about winning the fight, and a fucking meteor randomly comes down on my head.
I could tell something was different about it than the rest. This insane man cut off a portion of his soul and pinned it inside the doombot. What a fucking moron if that's true. The things a skilled magician can do with a part of someone else's soul far outweigh the benefits of using it this way.
I thought of a few ways how this could play out, and every way ended up with Victor dead, enslaved to me, or making a deal with a higher power for protection. The best course of action would be to kill him, but the moment I kill this doombot, he'll be alerted, and I don't have a portal to Latveria.
I could massively fuck him up and injure him permanently with his soul, but that puts me at risk of being targeted for revenge. The soul magic he's been using must have strengthened his soul, but carving away chunks of it like he has takes time repairing itself and can leave frayed edges for a very long time that are hard to heal.
That was actually one of the ways to strengthen your soul. Shaving off small portions or being dealt soul damage that doesn't dissipate the soul will strengthen it slowly over time. Using parts of souls as energy was a quick and dirty way to use magic without knowing how to use magic. That's what most of the enchanted items are made out of and how many of the magicians use any forms of magic.
Who needs extremely expensive, magically enchanted materials when some random guy's soul can make up the difference? There are many uses for a soul or even part of a soul so I just see free real estate. He was using it to increase a dumbass robot's intelligence. Actually… I might be able to use it to form a pseudo-contract with Doctor Doom.
I don't have enough circles to use normal contract magic. Stripping the spell down to the bare bones version and then only giving it a compulsion every few days, I might be able to pull it off. That would take creating a new spell on the fly. Making a new spell sounds insanely difficult, but I'm actually just retailoring an already existing spell to work at a lower circle.
He takes action as I think of the exact mechanics to get the spell to work. There was a level two compulsion spell, but it wouldn't work on a part of a soul, and you could only say a single word they had to do in a few seconds before the compulsion wore off. The doombot(Soulbot?) grabbed at a candle on the wall, which opened up a secret entrance that the robot ran towards.
I followed as I continued thinking. If I increased the level of the compulsion spell and attached it to an action, the compulsion could go off repeatedly until the spell ran out of mana. I could get about sixteen few second compulsions doing it that way, but I'd need a way for the piece of soul to be reabsorbed back into the whole.
Two spells would make more sense. I'd need a way to get his soul fragment back to him while attaching the contract spell to it that would affect the whole soul. Using a tracking spell to find the location of the real soul while creating a portal, forcing the soul fragment through, and recombining would take tremendous effort, but it was feasible if I had more time to work on it.
As the Soulbot ran down the staircase, I followed behind. He set off several traps that would have been effective at deterring someone from following. A spike pit opened up behind him as he ran, and gouts of flames sprang forth from the walls while arrows flew from the opposite end. Two parts of the wall slammed together before resetting and slamming again.
He made it to the other end of the trap hallway and started gloating before I teleported beside him and ripped his head from his body. Without a head, he couldn't activate the self-destruct part of his suit. The soul ended up in the body, and the intelligence of the head dramatically dipped as time passed and it was separated.
Slowly, the head stopped talking as it went into power-saving mode, and the body managed to continue attacking me as the soul piloted it. It made no attempts to set off the self-destruct. The same instinct to live, from Victor being a part of the soul itself. It must not have wanted to sacrifice itself for a mediocre explosion that might singe my hair and nothing else. Ripping out the power source left the soul stuck inside an unmoving vessel. I'd have to rip this one apart myself to look at the container he used to hold part of his soul inside.
I rip off the arms before I put that particular doombot inside a room I had made under my mansion with twenty feet of concrete over it. I deactivated the traps while heading back up. Some of the squad had come running after me, but I didn't have time to play around as New York was being attacked as we spoke.
I teleported around the rooms, gathering all the documents and cabinets before hitting his lab. He was making doombot/people cyborgs here… Well, that's something to think about later, as I just started teleporting every other pod to Amanda Waller and the MANA division of SHIELD. Doing research and finding out how those worked was definitely out of Amanda Waller's range, but not mine. A deal was a deal, though, and if she wanted information and projects, she'd get them.
I handed off the papers to the lead of the MANA department to have copies made for A.R.G.U.S. and Task Force X. The idea was shoddy at best, and besides Doom wanting more power, I didn't really understand why he was doing this over here instead of Latveria, where he wouldn't be bothered.
Maybe he knew his people wouldn't like the experiments and didn't want to risk it. Maybe he was trying to get the third-world country to work as his ground troops, while the main forces would be his doombot cyborgs. Who knew? It was a really dumb idea if you asked me.
I get them all together before saying in a loud voice. "Alright, looks like we've succeeded. Congratulations, your prison sentences have been suspended. Let me pull these bombs out of your heads real quick, and we'll be on our way back to New York, which is being attacked by demons as we speak.
Rick said with worry in his voice. "Waller just said they need to come in and do another mission since this one was so ea-." I cut him off. "Nah, I'll just pull out the bombs from everyone right now since they would have definitely died on this mission if I weren't here." Harley came on over first.
Rick's voice was now panicked as he said. "She says she'll blow them up if they don't come b-." I cut him off again. "When I gave you guys those beers, I deactivated the bombs. She can't do shit except hit a button that does nothing. If you want to be an asshole, Waller, I'll come back and put those two hundred pounds of fat back on you and cancel our special deal if you don't honor your word."
I spoke with enough conviction to let everyone know I was being serious. She must have heard the stories by now of what I did to that man who went against me. I stood in silence as I walked over to each of the squad and pulled the bombs out of their brains while quickly fixing them.
Now, some people might have noticed Amanda Waller, who was notoriously known for being a mean and evil bitch let me get away with things she never would have let anyone else get away with. Well, yes and no. The transformation of Amanda Waller's body to that of an African goddess wasn't just transactional. It involved lots of fucking.
As someone who could make any changes to a person they wanted, it was many trips, and I got to learn early on that she had a thing for strong men. I learned this when, on our first meeting, she tried to pull me off into a room and suck my dick before I could even make a deal with her. The course correction for removing fat wasn't hard, but it required multiple trips to do so.
After she lost a bunch of weight, and with her throwing herself at me every single time I showed up, it eventually led to us having sex. Slightly overweight Amanda Waller loved sucking dick until she found out she could get stronger through sex, then that's what we did exclusively. Losing weight was only the first part as well.
She was extremely picky with what she wanted changed, and that included having her height changed to be over six feet tall. She had lost all that weight and still wanted larger breasts. Even more weight loss before I tell her it's starting to look irregular. She wanted me to make changes so that no matter what she ate, she wouldn't gain weight.
She even had me make changes to her hair, wanting a permanent change from short and curly to straight and long. By the end, she looked like a young Tyra Banks. She was slightly too evil to make a girlfriend, but I could handle fuck buddy with her. It's hard not to like a person who's made you orgasm over and over again.
I fucked her all over her penthouse. She was probably the first nympho I ended up with. Her body naturally wanted to fuck, but was so pent up because she was short, fat, and ugly. Men weren't like women; the few that might want to have sex with her were doing it for far more nefarious purposes than she had a lot of money. They most likely wanted to ride her coattails, sabotage her career, or even assassinate her.
Her beauty solved that problem, and she quickly became the second strongest woman with whom I was sleeping in terms of chi core and magic circles. I gave her weaker circles, but only Cass and I had more sex. In just a few weeks, she would have rapidly improved beyond everyone.
She was the first woman I was sleeping with who went and fucked someone else. Even with us having a ludicrous amount of sex, she ended up sleeping with someone else and getting an STD. We didn't make it exclusive, but it still kind of stung to know I wasn't enough. I think it had a lot to do with the type of person she was, though.
That led to me not wanting to have sex with her ever again, and from that, I found out some troubling things. Apparently, the more I have sex with someone, the sex feels worse with everyone else. A few days after that, I found out she was somewhat addicted to sex. It wasn't like a drug addiction. She would just want to have sex with me and just me over other men.
It ended up with her either needing to have sex with me or not having sex. That was incredibly bad news for Amanda Waller on account of my never wanting to have sex with her again. This led to a lot of concessions for me to sleep with her. She was now actively looking at getting female criminals on the suicide squad for me. She was feeding me potential love interests or fuck buddies.
More and more concessions, and soon I was being paid as her personal trainer. It wasn't a lot, but another hundred thousand dollars a year for effectively doing nothing was neat. Even more with her looking for potential villains to put on the list, I could kill for powers. It didn't result in much yet, but I somehow managed to walk away with Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn as girlfriends.
Finally, she broke, practically begging me to fuck her. I relented. I guess my cock was just too magical for her to pass on, and she learned her lesson, so we could start having sex again. Right before I went on the mission, we had sex again, and I wasn't gentle. We broke her bed, kitchen table, and living room couch in our rough fucking.
She was one of those mean bitches who needed to be set straight every once in a while, or they'd start to poke at you. I tossed her around her house like she was a sex doll, and she loved every second of it, practically worshiping my dick. After a hundred orgasms, her body would just quiver for a few seconds with nothing else happening as she burned through her juices by then. I had to make my own lubricant by the end of the day and heal her vagina and ass from the friction burns.
I disliked cheating, but having a massive harem wasn't going to be all sunshine and rainbows. She knew beforehand that I was having sex with many other women, and in some deluded way, she thought having sex with someone else would make me jealous or something. Sometimes people were just stupid.
The more I treated her like a sex toy, the more she got turned on. As beautiful as she was on the outside, she was still a mean bitch on the inside, and the best way to handle bitches like this was to fuck them into submission. I didn't really like being rough like this, but in the end, it left me satisfied because it couldn't have happened to a nicer person.
She was getting everything she deserved, and now, even though she's beautiful, she's stuck with a man who didn't really like her, let alone love her. It was transactional to me, and she would need to wean herself off my dick if she ever wanted to function like a normal woman again.
While pulling their bombs out, I decided to check the kinks of the two women I had been ignoring most of the mission. Windfall had no kinks and disliked sex immensely. I knew why and could understand it as well. She had severe trauma and would have to spend years working through that before she could have a comfortable relationship with sex again.
Vixen, on the other hand. I had to stop and control myself as one of her kinks was so crazy I couldn't understand it at first. She had a huge rape kink and wanted to be taken by force. Mentally, I scream in terror, 'AHHHHHHH!'. I shudder as I rethink our first meeting again and realize she was getting off the whole time. She wanted me to force myself on her and was most likely disappointed when I didn't. That makes the whole situation even more gross because it fucked me up mentally for a while.
I could deal with most kinks, but some were equivalent to deal breakers for me. Feet I wouldn't be happy about, but could somehow manage. Scat or baby play, and I was out the door the second I saw them. A woman who got off on being sexually assaulted was another that I couldn't wrap my head around staying with. I had already pulled back and didn't plan on chasing Vixen anymore, but it made me even more distant from ever dealing with her.
I thought about my plans going forward and realized if I have to help these losers get to places they want to be, I'll waste a huge portion of my magic making separate portals for all of them. I decide to limit their options and get some help from the few who actually want to stick around and help.
"Alright, so we'll do it this way. Anyone who wants to party can head through the left portal. It'll take you to my mansion, and you can have some fun for a successful mission before heading on your way. If you want to help with New York, head through the center portal here. We're un-."
A demon tried to come through the portal, and I cleaved it in half with the lightsaber before continuing. "We're under attack by demons. And finally, the right portal will take you to the outskirts of New York. You can head through this one and be on your way." The moment I finish, Captain Boomerang goes running through the right portal. "Seeya later fuckos! I'm gone."
Rick Flag, Vixen, Windfall, and Savant go running through the middle portal. Doctor Connors goes into the right portal as well. I wait another few seconds before closing the right portal and mentioning it. "Oh, I forgot to mention, anyone who takes that right portal will have their cloak catch on fire and bullet stoppers explode. Not enough to kill, but it will fuck them up." I chuckle to myself as I say. "Those cloaks we're still working on, so anyone who's selfish enough to run away doesn't get to keep it."
That left Harley, Poison Ivy, Deadshot, King Shark, and the pilot I rescued at the very beginning of the mission… Holy fuck, I completely forgot about him, and he just blended in with the group so much I didn't notice. Well, anyway, they give their answers. "Party at the boss's house! Let's go!" Harley yelled as she went running through the left portal.
Deadshot asked. "What kind of whiskey do you have on tap?" I yell at him as he goes through the portal. "Jack Daniel's and Johnnie Walker! I haven't had the time to make any magically infused brews or steal a keg from a more magically inclined race, but you're welcome to the bottles."
I didn't tell him about the bottle of Lagavulin I kept locked away in the wine cellar in case I decided to start drinking again. Too many bad memories, but there was always a chance. Same reason I kept a box of cherry and a box of vanilla cigars. I kept a can of Skoal pouches on me to remember two of the men I served with, who forced me to keep a can on me in case they ran out. Kept it on me after they died to remember them by.
Shark walked towards the mansion portal. "King Shark is a swimming pool god! CANNON BALL!" After getting a running head start, he splashes water at least fifty feet into the air, almost reaching the portal, which was barely visible from the pool. Poison Ivy moves towards the mansion as well, but I stop her.
I pull her in for a kiss before saying. "We'll figure this out later. I do want to help you, though, so don't go running off before we can talk. Check out the garden I had planted if you get bored." With that, I push her through and cut off the portal while heading towards the center. I'm met with carnage on the other side.
Hundreds of lesser demons run the streets, and several greater demons fly above. How lucky for me. That's actually a good thing. If we were dealing with Trigon's possession and regenerating demons, they'd be much harder to deal with. That means it's probably Mephisto who isn't really known for his demon minions. Using basic bitch demons to try and get more souls to fight against Trigon would work normally, but… I'm here, so he kind of fucked up.
The bulk of my magical protections were to combat the dark magics of the world. Parademons, vampires, undead, or just regular basic demons all had very similar weaknesses, and I already had them in place. The demons would become energy for my golems by the end of the day.
The biggest problem with making a circle of a pentagram banishment spell is that it would be hard to draw out anything bigger than someone's eyesight, especially with buildings in the way. So why not just make an altered square banishment spell that, while it banishes, also rips a portion of the banished entity's power? I got to work teleporting to the magical department.
A lot of my magic is using cheaper, weaker methods to avoid more expensive and mana-costly options. To completely protect New York would most likely take tens of millions of dollars, tons of manpower, and time, and if anyone messed with it, the spell boundaries might become faulty and make the entire spell fail. That's why I was going to cheat by having the roads work as guidelines for the banishment.
Even still, that wouldn't work as there was no way to track the boundaries of the spell. That's why four of my mage golems had the altered banishment spell written into their producible spells to use as a ritual. Mages can do the same thing, but having robots do it meant less room for people fucking it up. Each would essentially act as a corner of the boundary, so I could place them in a square design and banish every demon inside that square.
Now that would normally take an insane amount of mana. It would probably take a half dozen sixth-circle mages or four seventh-circle to do what I was trying to pull off. Unless we used their own mana to banish them, it would take significantly less. Once again, I was working around the condition that they would need to agree to be dispelled because dispelling them the normal way would be too costly. They would be warned to leave the area, and after a period of time, if they hadn't, they'd essentially agree to it.
The time was exactly one minute, which wasn't a short period, but I couldn't get the time any lower without risking demons being strong enough to ignore the banishment. If I had more time, I could possibly get it down to thirty seconds, or that would have required having something better prepared in advance. Placing the golems down for the first dispel, I waited the minute, hoping nothing went wrong.
John Constantine was the most well-informed person of the occult on the planet. At least he thought he was. So when the reports of attacks of hundreds of demons started coming in from New York, he knew something terrible had happened. This wasn't planned at all; someone must have made a portal to hell that the demons were flooding in from, and a named demon was taking advantage of it.
He pulled out another banishment talisman and flung it at a greater demon before blasting the lesser ones with holy magic. Quick and effective as it was, there were just far too many to fight that way, so he had been attempting to make an anti-demon zone, but the demons kept thwarting him as he did so. Any that got a whiff of his magic would come running to stop him.
He just needed a few seconds without interruption to pull it off, but if he stopped fighting, the civilians in the area would be torn apart as he was drawing all the demons' attention. Another wasted talisman as he broke out his third artifact to try and make some progress on making the anti-demon zone for the citizens to fall back to.
As he did so, six greater demons rushed down, sensing the new and interesting magic stopping his progress, and he had to fight them instead of continuing. As he was about to draw out another trump card, a man teleported in and cleaved the heads off two of the demons with no fanfare. The artifact, which was a splintered top shard of Moses' staff, thrummed with power as he aborted his attack and used the magic to finish his circle.
The man spoke just as the anti-demon dome came into existence. "Hello Constantine, it's nice to finally meet you. Big, big fan. You might not agree, but your knowledge on techno-magic really helped me out reworking other spells to work at lower circles." Constantine looked at the man in confusion.
He would definitely not say he was a techno mage, but even when he did need to cast a techno spell, he would do it in the exact opposite way the man said. He would overload the spell with higher circle mana to get it to work effectively. Constantine didn't know that most people made one or two techno spells and that was it, while he had inadvertently created more than ten by making them work with more mana. It gave the man the bare bones information on the spell that he could build off instead of starting from scratch.
Magic hacking, magic unlocking, magic information storage, magic boundary creation, and many others were far easier and cheaper to do with techno-magic. Part of the man's anti-demon array used techno magic to draw the boundaries and store it instead of normal magic to cheapen the spell.
He chanted a logomancy spell, and Constantine felt the world shift as magic was revealed to him. The entire area was soaked in anti-demon magic. It was the creation of a gigantic demon banishment spell that didn't seem feasible to Constantine. It would take dozens of high-rank mages to perform it once, and then they'd be tapped out, and the demons could just re-enter that area.
Thankfully, it didn't invade his zone otherwise; once the spell went off, it would interrupt his spell, and the demons flooding back in would easily overwhelm the idiot who produced that giant spell. The remaining greater demon beat against the barrier Constantine produced as the spell slowly worked its way to completion. He wasn't great at sensing ambient mana in creatures, but the man's spell let him see exactly what was happening to the demon.
The demon's own magic was turned against him as he not only banished himself but left another portion of his mana behind as a gem. The man gathered the gems from the freshly banished demons. The lessers might have been rendered into nothingness if they didn't have enough mana to banish and pay for the spell.
Constantine's heart stopped as he saw some of the most creative magic ever produced in the universe, let alone the planet. He was overwhelmed by how simple yet effective the spell was. It was like it was cater-made to the skill level the man in front of him was at… Which was showing as nothing, so he had to have an anti-scrying spell active as well.
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"I might have to steal that spell, boyo. Far too effective for these normal demons not to make use of it." I knew that Constantine would be able to use the spell himself. The biggest problem would be the boundary creation for the spell, so I asked. "How would you set the boundaries of the spell? I have my own way, but I'd like to hear how you'd deal with it."
He thought about it for a moment before saying. "I'd probably just induce a small boundary and expand with magic or an artifact until it was the size I wanted." I had to control myself to not making pained noises as he just explained burning the power from a thousand-year artifact so he wouldn't need to do calculations.
It was the equivalent of putting out a campfire with a swimming pool in terms of mana wastage. I guess people who were born with eight circles already didn't need to worry about things like how much a spell cost. I had already cast the spell seven times, and it meant that the mana stored in the magic golems was already spent, and I was using external sources like mana diamonds to make up the cost. It was getting to be a fairly expensive cost to protect the city.
As I tossed Constantine a bag with a little handful of the demons' corrupted mana, I warned him. "That's corrosive as fuck. Don't use it unless it's absolutely necessary or you find a good enough vessel to not injure your soul or corrupt the spell with that demonic mana."
He tossed the bag up before retorting. "Not the first time I've played with demonic magics, but I'll take that into consideration." The bag disappeared as it came down, and he turned and walked towards the only large number of demons that were left. I could feel it as well; that is where the demons were coming from.
I try to think of what is in that direction, and the only thing I can think of is… The Baxter building, which meant… "Fucking Reed Richards."
At least three demons stronger than greater demons were in that area. They felt strong but weren't named demons, possibly the children of a named demon. As I got closer, I began to laugh at my luck again. It was Trigon's army. He was just using the weaker demons in case this was a trap or some other such reason.
If he sent through his stronger demons, we'd have been in far more trouble, but fortunately, it wasn't him who controlled them. Three of his sons. They were by far weaker than the sons of Mephisto. I'd rather fight all three of them over Blackheart any day. Blackheart was almost as strong as Mephisto, if not stronger, in a real fight. If all six had shown up, we'd be in trouble, but it looks like they were trying to do the three sons of Trigon storyline.
Trigon most likely doesn't even know they're here, and the attack on New York was more of a distraction to get their sister than anything. It just so happened that their sister was currently fighting them with the Teen Titans and Spider family. Gwen flipped around webbing up a busted piece of concrete, while Miles jumped off it, propelling himself towards Ruskoff.
The Trigon family played a much bigger part in the new stories, essentially working as their father's generals, while Mephisto's son left him to die near the end of the comic book series. If they weren't sent home, then we wouldn't be able to close the portal. Killing them would go a long way to pissing off Trigon, though, and that wasn't something I wanted to do.
I needed a way to get them to go back through the portal Reed made, and then I could really hurt them. It was becoming clear that Raven was having problems controlling her demonic form as her skin color kept changing between pale gray and red. I slowly approached her as the fighting grew more intense. I called out before getting too close.
"Hello, Raven. If you don't remember me, I'm Danny. Cass and Stephanie's boyfriend. Can I help you with the demon problem you're having?"
Her skin color changed to a more red tone as she slightly grew when she answered me. "Does it look like I need your help!? I could destroy all of them if I just l-let my powers go!" I stared in silence as I thought about the different versions of Raven. She can become a multiversal threat, and they got her doing soul magic and hiding her emotions so she doesn't destroy things.
Yeah, that's the first thing they teach you in anger management. Bottle that shit up and never let it out because that will never, ever backfire. I told her again. "I- The people who taught you magic did you a huge disservice. Bottling your emotions might work if you planned on hiding away from your father forever, but it won't work if you plan to defeat him."
If she learned real magic, I had no doubt she'd be equivalent to a ninth-circle mage. That is the type of person who could make or revitalize dead planets. Magic so strong, creating a new life on Mars and ruling as a god wasn't out of the question. I sighed as I decided to help her out even though the chances of us ending up together is practically zero.
I slowly approach her, and she yells again. "Go away! I don't need your help." Still slowly walking towards her with my hands up, I say. "If you don't want my help, you're going to have to kill me." I take another few steps, and it looks like she's going to attack me, but she stops. "Fine. Do what you will."
She went back to trying to meditate so she didn't become her demonic form. I closed the remaining distance and checked out her power source, and I can see what is causing her problem. The demonic energy is akin to a pot of water right on the verge of boiling over, and just being in the presence of her brothers makes the energy want to activate to defend itself.
That gave me a few options. I could absorb some of her power, effectively making it harder for her power to boil over. That's the worst option in my opinion, and limiting her power gave her the overflow problem in the first place. I could bottle her power, effectively sealing it for this fight, then fix it later, but that was putting a Band-Aid on the problem. I doubted she'd let me help her after the fight if I used that method.
No, the only real solution I could think of was to fix the problem at the source and undo all the negative traits the particular way of magic made her apply to herself. If you think of Raven as a vessel to hold demon power, they made the vessel weaker and smaller by putting a block on her emotions. Just undoing the block would increase her power by tenfold. If she learned how to harness that power without giving in to the demonic pull, she could fight on par with Trigon.
If she gave in to the demonic power, she could defeat Trigon, but that's not what we're looking for. With biomatter control and diagnostic touch, I can actually see her mental and emotional block. It was surprisingly easy to get rid of, but did I want to? It would cause her powers to go out of control, but they were already going out of control.
I put a force field and a magical shield around us. That would stop them for about a minute if they started targeting it the second I try to do what I want to do. A knife came out, and the look of shock was the last thing Raven did before I stabbed it into her chest. Very rapidly, the container I aimed at that controlled her demonic powers began to leak throughout her body.
Oh no! I stabbed Raven, and she's definitely going to die! Yeah, that's definitely what was going to happen. Her body wasn't just flooded with a fuckton of demonic energy, and she was now growing stronger by the millisecond as her body grew to accommodate the energy. If she could keep her mind intact, not only could she use stronger magics, but she would also have a much, much stronger body.
Immediately, her body changed colors to red as she grew another set of eyes. Before she could retaliate, I took her moment of shock from what I just did to link our minds.