Don't read this unless you've made it to Wonder Woman's issues of Blackest Night. Unless you like spoilers. Or have no problems with semi-self-contained stories and references you may not get.
Enjoy!
"You into bondage?"
I want to recoil. I'm warrior enough to admit that. I look at the grotesque distortion of a face I used to know, and I see everything he did: to me, to Kal, to everyone else he so readily betrayed. I want to turn away and maybe, just maybe, I want to leave behind me the truth of what I did to him, and the prospect of having to do it again. For I remember all too well the sensation of his jaw resting against my palm and that awful stillness inside me before I acted. I did only what I had to do, what was most efficient for the sake of all that is good and true; I don't regret it, even though it caused such dissension within the League.
Moreover, I want to turn from this battle for another reason: I don't want to. I want to fight him. I want to hurt him for his sins, though I know that punishment, divine retribution, is for the gods to decide. But how could Hades let this monstrous soul slip by? Was he lost in the flood of all the others, or do these Black Lanterns lack souls to begin with? Of course, if that had been the case, the ring I wear now would never have found me.
Thank Aphrodite that it did. And likewise, I have Aphrodite alone to thank for keeping me from my friends and family. It was so painful to think I had killed them, to feel their blood coat my hands and that awful, gut-wrenching hunger for—flesh. But now my friends are right here. In danger.
And so I don't turn away. I fly forward and tighten my grip. Center myself for the impending battle. Find that calm, that stillness, and bring it forward. From those like what I was for such a short, awful time, I want to... I'm going to... protect my loved ones—and before me I see the violet ring react to that, momentarily releasing a jet of spirals and gentle curls, a jet of the beautiful manifestation of that most vibrant of emotions—even if that means killing Maxwell Lord.
Again.
"No. Liberation."
Needless to say, I own neither Wonder Woman, Blackest Night, the Black Lanterns, the JLA, Kal-El, the Violet Ring (nor the implied Star Sapphires), nor Maxwell Lord.
If I owned Maxwell Lord, someone would have shot him a loooong time ago. In teh foot first, just to make the traitorous bastard suffer before he died. And he would've been dismembered.
Bee-tee-double-you, the seemingly random overdose of bold words is a mimicry or comic book narration. If you don't believe me, open up an issue of Green Lantern.
So yeah. My first vague and feeble return to the loverly world of isn't One Piece but DC Comics fanfiction, from the ebilness that is Blackest Night, or all things.
Ja na!
And oh yeah. I don't own Aphrodite either. Sorry to disappoint ya'll.