Disclaimer: I do not own the DC characters or any others involving Arthur and his courts.

Since this story takes place long ago, it doesn't matter where I place it. Not part of my usual plotlines, yet.


The Fate of the Great Sword


Chapter One

For a Lover's Sake

They towered in the skies, he held in her arms, and both persons' eyes upon the horrid sight below. Both hearts weighing heavy for neither of them could do anything to stop what was happening. Her eyes were the first to break away from the evils below and stared at him. He refused to look at her for the shame at what his duty required of them.

"We can't allow this," she said.

"We have no choice." His eyes locked onto the far below ground. "I have already told you. We have discussed this and we can't do anything to stop them."

"But the people." Her words trembling, with her eyes bearing the same pain of her heart.

"They were dead long before we came along."

"Please, let me do something," her words came out weakly.

Finally he looked at her. "I'm sorry."

She understood the reasons, but understanding made the situation no less easier to endure.

Her eyes along with her heart wept for them. And though he did not appear any different, she knew inside, he bore all the tears which his soul was shedding that his body could not. They both cried a thousand worth of tears, before the sight of what had to be grew to sickening to witness. She took him higher until both their eyes were shielded by the peaceful clouds of the heavens.

Never were they destined to see or play a part in the events of the yesterdays.

They marched, a hundred of her legions all converging onto it. Siege weapons and all, attacking the impenetrable fortress of Camelot. A place of truth and justice forged by good men and good people working together as one; as an example to the world. It was a marvelous kingdom, and all the more reason it was to hers to take and pass to her son, Mordrid.

She watched in darkness as her monsters fought on, the futile fight of taking the walls, waiting ever so patiently for her ace in the hole to strike. The wind grazed against her beauty and long black lashing hair as she sat upon her horse next to her son.

The boy stared at the carnages of their war against the nation. The lives being taken were nothing of importance. Just a means to an end for what he wanted most.

"When do I get my kingdom, mother?" he said every so lightly against the passion of his desires to rule this place.

Her heart was ever so devoted to her son, the one thing that was well in her life. And as she sat upon her horse, Morgan Le Fay knew it was her son's destiny to rule all of the Earth. It was a destiny that would begin upon the strength and fortitude of the great nation of Arthur's kingdom.

She drew her hand near the amulet upon her chest, feeling its warmth and power as it glowed with fires of magic. Morgan's eyes closed, as the power the amulet possessed coursed through her body, feeding her what she demanded of it.

"Soon my son," she said remaining still. Her power was great and as the sorceress revealed her green eyes upon the world once more, she paused feeling destiny at hand. "Very soon."

Morgan's line of sight stretched across the miles that separated her from the gates of the castle, at her minions and their failing attempts to breach them. They were strong, but Camelot was a powerful place and under the protection of a something Morgan Le Fay did not understand. Try as her forces may, attacking to get into the castle with brute strength was meaningless.

But as her numbers dwindled and beaten back, the sorceress knew all was well.

He ran with the animal passions of his body, dressed in full battle armor towards the place she needed him to be. Her voice and very being possessed every fiber of Jason Blood's soul. He wanted her and needed her, and for her, what he was about to do made for little in his inner self.

Though the calling of duty and honor for his country demand that he stop, Jason wouldn't listen. His body longed for her touch and to feel again the sensations of what she did to his heart.

He came across two men manning the gate. They were soldiers who were not really needed here as the strength of the protected gates would hold forever. All the same, the wisdom of Merlin demanded that men be posted at every entrance.

Under the cover of his helmet, Jason dared not to look at them. They were his brothers at arms and he would case their fates for the sake of his lover. His honor yanked at his heart, but his body and mind yanked harder for him to continue.

The pounding against the unbreakable doors shook the earth underneath, yet nothing could break through.

"The King needs you at the south tower," he lied.

They looked startled and confused.

"But the gates?!" one spoke.

It hurt to lie to them, but Jason had no choice. Duty kept him away from his lover, and was a duty that kept him in needing for such things for too long.

"I'll stand and guard them," Jason pointed with his sword. "Hurry!"

They did not hesitate. It was war, and when the king or a fellow brother of their needed them, they would go.

Jason watched them go and sighed lowly seeing that he was alone. Part of him wished they had stayed to stop him. He lifted his helmet off his face that bore a thousand sorrows than closed his eyes. How he wished for that he wanted most didn't need him to do these things against his country.

But she asked for them of him, and he swore for her love that he would give it.

With a heavy heart, Jason went to work to remove the obstacle in his lover's path. She was waging this war for him, to be with him. Against an entire kingdom, she went go to war with just to be with him. For that love, Jason would do this foul act of betrayal.

What more could a man ask of such love?

His strength struggled to removed the block that barred the doors. It would take that of three men to remove safely, but the passions of his body would yield to no such human limitations.

The block moved forward.

His heart shouted its final warnings, but Jason would not hear of it. Morgan Le Fay was waiting for him.

The wooden block fell and the pounding against the doors ceased. He backed away in both joy and disgrace as Jason waited for the reward of his deeds to come forward. She was out there, he could feel it. Just beyond the doors and past a legion of her unholy demons was his lover waiting to embrace him again.

The unbreakable doors opened effortlessly to reveal the army of monsters. Dozens taking in no mind to him, entered his King's home until finally Jason saw her. Powerful and as beautiful as ever, bathed in the darkness of the pale moonlight. Her garments of a soft blue and purple cloak that tugged to her body danced in the breeze as his lover walked ever so strongly to him.

"Did Arthur think that mere walls could keep us apart?" his lover asked with the sweetness that her firm voice could give.

Jason stood proudly at before his prize, his love, his destiny. The pain of his betrayal lost to the winds of her presence.

"Morgan, my love," he said. "Your beauty as possessed me."

When at last she was close enough, he took hold of her. "I have longed to hold you in my arms again."

Her eyes softly met with his, hiding the coldness that she truly felt for him and for all beings other than her son.

His self was enchanted by her as they both leaned in closer to one another. At last she was his and nothing could stop him from finally living.

Their lips etched in closer and Jason closed his eyes to taste her again, never seeing the true evil that revealed itself until it was too late. Her fangs bite next to his lips and her poison was unleashed within him.

"Uggh!" Jason fumbled back. He reached for his injured face, instantly feeling the evil spread across his face.

He looked at her with shock, until the pain consumed Jason's body and he fell.

"But," he looked at his lover. His heart aching with such a pain. "Why?"

She stared down at him, eyes and face as cold as the day he had first met her.

"For love of course," she said turning up and away from the insect. "the love of my son. Camelot's new ruler."

She parted from him, leaving a dying Jason broken hearted for the love that never was and for the deeds of his action against his country that haunted him so. His shame as he watched her go along with her army into the castle was unbearable.

A betrayal for a betrayer as he laid helpless. He grieved for his loss, more so that it took the falling of Camelot to finally see the coldness of his lover's heart. He had been warned once before of the woman's devilry and yet pursued her.

For his love, he carried now the shame and the deaths of thousands of good men and their families.

At least, as he laid his head down, her poison would save him from the life after this was all done. To never have to live to face the good King and men he betrayed.

The guards having been told by the King of no such need of them, returned, sensing a foulness that has befallen upon them. Though doubting such worries, they nevertheless came with reinforcements. Their brotherhood that they all shared in, hoped for the best and that it was simple mistake, but to the horror of their eyes, they discovered the truth.

"We are betrayed!"

Each of them saw Jason lying on the floor. They knew what foulness had taken place here. Their hearts and faith in their brother betrayed, the soldiers ran in defense of their homeland.

"For Arthur! For Camelot!"

The men charged towards battle and death.

Jason watched the men of his charge take to the fight knowing it was futile. He had brought about their deaths and the invasion of his homeland. It sickened him that he was the cause of such meaningless death and destruction, all for the sake of love.

Not love you vile betrayer. Lust! And may you die with the shame of all those who bare the same feat such as yours!, Jason said, mentally cursing at himself.

His head dropped to against the cold stone ground. Never would life or the sight of God save him from the unforgivable.

The world felt adrift, Jason knew death was upon him until he heard him.

"Art thou satisfied villain?" the old man asked.

Jason weakly raised head. Curse his fate to see this man at the hour of his death to berate him even further.

He walked towards the betrayer, clothed in garments that should not look so pure of white by the darkness of the world. But Jason bore no mind, only the the bearded face of the man of power did the man gaze upon.

"By this treachery, Camelot will fall this day," he spoke.

Jason ashamed of what he had done still had enough dignity from within to defend his dying self and his actions. What mere man could resist a love such as hers, even if it was falsely?

"You couldn't understand, Merlin," Jason desperately spoke. His body weakly trying to match the strong might of the wise one. "You are not a man, ever known the sweetness of a woman's kiss."

Merlin was unmoved. All that was brought forth, after years of struggling and waiting for a kingdom that would bring justice and tranquility, to all be brought down by a single man's lust. How fitting that history would repeat itself here, as in such a way of that which had befallen the first two beings of humanity.

How pained Merlin's creator was at the sin, much like the sin of Jason Blood's.

"A viper's kiss, Jason Blood," he began. "A kiss from a demon in human form." He looked at the battle surrounding them.

A dream sent by the Most High to be his, and that was for him to pursue.

A dream of peace for mankind and its multitudes to finally have.

A dream that was shattered into nothing because of one.

"All my great dreams are undone by thous tainted love," he spoke hardly.

Jason became angry. He hated this man, a man whose riddles and logic in ways of doing things he never understood.

Until today.

"I have paid for my crimes with my life. Is that not enough?"

"Nay!" Merlin looked at him angrily. "Such swift mercy is not for the likes of thee."

He extended his arms and it began to emerge from behind him. A portal to the dark world.

Though a being born of wisdom and powers from above to help mankind in shaping a better world, Merlin was still but a man. A man who knew anger, and a man who wanted justice.

"Thou art cursed, Jason Blood." The dark portal grew. "Until this monstrous deed is atoned."

The darkness touched him and a painful light emerged from Jason's body and flooded the world around them.

"To mark thou eternal shame, I hereby bind thy soul to a creature of the pit."

Merline pointed. "Look thy now! And see the face spawned of thy lust and see the face of thy condition! The face thy inner demon!"

Whatever was entering him hurt. Jason's very soul was on fire to its violation. He grabbed his head fearing of its breaking against the pain.

The pain of his burning self and of the poison that flowed through Jason from his lover gave way to a new kind of pain. A pain of another being what should never to present within him. A pain of a unholy demon.

"Gone is the form of man," a something voice from within Jason spoke. "Rise the demon Etrigan!"

Etrigan/Jason in his demon form was weakened from the transaction, and all too soon after looking at Merlin one last time had passed out.

Merlin looked away from his deed.

It was done and he would live with the shame of placing such a burden on a mortal soul. But as he walked away, his shame was far lesser than of Jason Blood.

It didn't matter now, the kingdom of good men was lost.

If anything that was left in doing, the man of power would confront the witch responsible for all of this and stop her from ushering a dark rule. He was powerful, but with such darkness now surrounding him, Merlin would undoubtedly be weakening.

The sorceress would be after one of two things, Arthur's sword and a stone that shared a similar power a magical entity could tap into.

Both of which, the man of power knew she must never have.

At least, he looked back at the unconscious demon/man, should he fall this dark day, the hurting hatred of a broken lover would follow the witch until the ending of Earth and keep Morgan Le Fay away from the things she sought.

"Such fates to fall upon us this day of good men," Merlin spoke. Such evil he saw coming and yet he could not stop it. An evil that managed to slip through the very cracks in the walls of Camelot. "What day of failure is this."

He failed in his fight for good men and he failed his made King.

The King.

"Arthur," Merlin spoke.


To Be Continued...


I was inspired to write this story after watching "The Last Legion." I greatly admire the stories surrounding King Aurthur and thought to give it a go. And since the Justice League had a little story with Camelot, why not? Hope you enjoyed.