The Mortal Gods
Chapter 1: The Spell
Batman, the Dark Knight was in Gotham, protecting his city, keeping it out of harm's way. Superman was helping and saving Metropolis. All the other leaguers were all out helping to protect the earth and her people, in summary; it was a regular old day.
Thousands of miles away however, a spiteful, bitter, powerful sorcerer sat on an old dusty chair as he stared at a picture of the entire league in their glory. "Bah, heroes," he snarled, " I slept for eons, gaining and absorbing power as I slept…only to awake and learn of these heroes, this Justice League, these 'Gods', no one but me can ever be above anyone else" his dark eyes dropped to his palm where a flickering, strong, green flame emerged
"Are you ready gods?" he dropped the flame on the picture and it moved slowly at first but it steadily gained speed as it traced along every detail, every member of the league in the picture. "Are you ready gods?" he repeated, "Because it's time for you to be just like all those other insects" The flame turned red and every inch of the picture became a dull brown. He chuckled slowly, "Only Xanthias may be a god, and it's time for you so called gods to join the mortals!" Just as he ended his words the red flame burned bright white and suddenly the picture was gone, replaced by black glowing ashes.
He chuckled darkly into the night, "Tomorrow will be interesting, and let the fun begin."