A/N Obviously, things didn't work out like I planned. Life got in the way of my perfect fantasy world :/ But here's the sequel as promised! I hope ya'll enjoy it!

I was starting to wish that the afterlife had some signs or something. It'd been who knows how long and I still couldn't find my parents. In undead time, it was probably only an hour or so, but I just thought I'd know where they were. So instead of searching any longer (after all, I had eternity) I decided to plop down on a couch. (Be good, then your afterlife will have the best couches, seriously, it's worth it just for the couches.) I decided that since life was a bowl of cherries, I'd eat some while dead. Irony and all that jazz.

"These are so good." I mumbled to myself. I didn't even have Seshat anymore, I guess she got out of my head when I died, I wasn't sure how that worked. I almost missed her. Almost.

Then the weird started. I got this flash of Klarion's house. Dead people don't get flashbacks, sure, memories are there, but not flashbacks. I shook it off, but then it happened again, and again. More and more frequently.

"What is this? I want to enjoy my afterlife! Darn house flashback thing!" I growled, now getting weird looks from other bas. "Sorry."

There was now a pull on me, like something was urging me to come. I decided that I was dead, so it's not like bad things could really happen.

Why am I always wrong?

"It worked!" Klarion cried.

"What the fuck dude? I was enjoying the afterlife!" I cried, smacking him.

He stared at me in disbelief. "You could be grateful! I just raised you from the dead! And keep your language in control!"

I gave him a glare worthy of Batman. "I was sitting on the best couch ever! And eating a bowl of cherries because it was ironic! And...and...I'm not dead?"

"No." He rolled his eyes.

I looked down at my hands, finding them perfectly intact. "Holy mother of llamas."

"Llamas? You just came from the dead and you go with llamas?" He questioned.

"I'm sorry I don't plan on being raised from the dead!" I cried. Then I hugged him. "Wait, why am I hugging you? I'm mad! That's right, I'm mad!"

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" He chuckled.

"Why are you so happy? You caused this. You're why I am, well, was, dead. Why would you bring me back?" I was confused. Majorly.

"I'm happy because despite my people practicing necromancy, we can only reanimate the dead, not bring their souls back. This has never been done! You're you! I brought you back because it seemed the right thing to do, you do cause so much chaos." He snickered.

"Hey! I'm a good guy! A snarky, mischievous good guy, but a good guy!" I insisted. "I'm a force of order."

"Do you know how much chaos you caused when you died? The Team fell apart. Emotionally, not like they split up or anything. Do you know what they'd do if they knew you were alive?" He asked gleefully.

"They would go crazy." I said quietly, sitting down on the floor, examining my once dead body.

He circled me, which might scare most. "Yes, which is why I brought you back."

"What, am I going to be your minion? Am I forever in debt to you?" I asked sarcastically, rubbing my temples.

"Is that even a question? Of course you are to be my minion." He grinned.

"Sorry, not happening." I sighed, getting up to face him.

"Yes, it is. You are to go to the sidekicks and infiltrate their ranks, you will be a spy." he cackled.

"No." I shook my head, heading for the door.

"You don't really have a choice." An invisible hand pulled me back.

"No, you don't really have a choice, you have no way to control me." I shrugged.

His faced darkened. "Oh really?"

Pain shot through me, spreading all over my body, I crumpled to the floor in a pathetic heap.

"That's it?" I growled, my muscles still searing.

"There's plenty more, and if I press this button," He held up a remote of some sort. "Instant death."

"Did I not just tell you how good death was? Fine, kill me. I dare you." I hissed, standing up.

He moved inches from my face. "Oh, Zarainia. I never said I'd kill you."

"Who then? I have no family, the Team can fend for themselves, you have no threat." I hissed.

"I'm pretty sure the Team can't defeat a demon, they won't know how to destroy it. You just got lucky. I'll summon an even more ancient one, a forgotten one." He laughed. "But that's not who will die. Do you remember your friend? The British one?"

I laughed at how lucky I was. "You are the stupidest villain I've met!"

He seemed offended. "Why?"

"Sadie is dating a god, if she dies he'll just make her his immortal wife!" I laughed even harder. "This is too good. Being brought back was worth it just for this."

"Fine." He seemed fairly angry.

I didn't like where this was going.

"You'll be a hostage." He said.

"Oh, I thought it'd be worse. Who wants a dead hostage though?" I asked.

He smiled creepily. "You'll see."

I was mulling over what other terrible things could happen to me when a black wave enveloped me. I could tell I was being levitated, then teleported. I couldn't see anything, the thing I was in was pitch black. It was a sphere though, that much I could tell.

"What is this L7?" A woman's voice asked.

"A hostage. You know the girl that died? This is her." Klarion's voice said. It seemed like my sphere was not sound proof.

"L7! You can't bring hostages here! We must kill her!" A man's voice barked.

"It seems like not even death will stop her." Another robot-like voice said.

I still had no idea where I was, but it was either a really weird tea party or a villainous meeting.

"She could be useful." A new voice said.

"What do you mean L3?" The woman's voice asked.

"Yeah, L3!" I guess shouting out of the bubble wasn't a good idea. Non-soundproofing worked both ways.

"It can hear us?" The woman's voice cried.

"Yes. It would like to be referred to as Zarainia. Just saying." I said.

"Now what do you suggest L3?" The woman's voice rose sharply.

"We could still initiate a trade with the little sidekicks, plus, we could wipe her memory." The mans smooth voice said.

"He raises a point." The robotic voice said. "I have vials of chemicals at the ready to remove memories from the past 24 hours."

"Well, let's contain her and bargain. Oh, we need a cover, how about we get the assassin to bargain with 'Red Arrow'." The smooth voice came again.

"It is done than. Klarion, hand her over before you make another mistake." The woman's voice said.

"Fine." I could hear the pout in his voice as my sphere moved again.

I was really starting to miss Seshat, it's comforting knowing you have an all-powerful goddess you can unleash at any time. The sphere was moving again, and a shakier teleportation moved me to another unknown location. The sphere opened an I was quickly cuffed by a masked assailant.

"That wasn't very fair." I pouted, melting the cuffs on my wrists. "Let me guess, you're Cheshire, hm?"

"Correct, but you won't remember me in a few seconds." She purred.

A needle penetrated my shoulder blades. Not good.

"Not good." I said, waiting for whatever it was to kick in, knock me out.

It didn't.

"Defective needle?" I asked, shrugging and kicking whatever attacked me from behind, which seemed to be a brain in an R2D2 thing.

"What was that?" Cheshire questioned.

"I don't know, the serum worked perfectly during my tests." The voice was tinny, just like the on I'd heard before.

"Fine, we'll just see how jelly fish poison works, she's just as good half-dead." The woman growled, attacking me with shirukens.

I was pretty well trained, but this woman fought with the grace of a cat, it was all I could do to avoid being stabbed.

"Shit. You're good." I smirked, enjoying life.

"You're not.' She hissed, stabbing me in the gut.

Except here's the thing. I didn't pass out. I didn't feel anything. The wound didn't even bleed. Nothing. Nada. Just a gash in my body.

She wasn't expecting that, and while she stared, that was the one moment I needed to gain an advantage. I couldn't beat her, so I ran. I died a heroic death, I could to take the sane coward's way out at that point. I threw balls of fire, simply burning though everything, melting my way through the building.

The gash was still there, but still nothing was coming out. My legs didn't burn or hurt, and neither did my lungs. I felt invincible, but in a weird sort of way, I didn't think true invincibility felt like this. I'd just ask Conner later. I then reached the end of the building and without thinking I jumped. Out of a window. To a six story drop. Doing the only thing I could think of I opened up Ma'at and traveled through it. Falling. Falling. Landing, right in Mt. Justice.

A/N Sorry this chapter is sort of whack but Zarainia's back! SQUEE! Oh, and did you guys see Image? It was sooooo good! I had to watch it dubbed because I had no cable and youtube took down a bunch of the videos. *shrug* Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed!

Question time!

Do you have any theories on Zarainia's invincibility?

Should I add more of the Light?

What genre should I make this? Would you like a mystery, an adventure, or just little kick butt scenes? I think I like mystery or adventure ones with a more complicated plot.

Should I have kept Zarainia dead?

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