"Gnirb em eht tersam fo thgin," Klarion cried. He had defeated the team and they lay unconscious around him.

The symbols in his summoning circle glowed red with his power.

Robin came back out of the darkness only to see the circle active, they had failed. He fell unconscious again.

In the circle the shadows were beginning to gather in swathes. They formed the shape of a man. He had purple eyes, dark hair, pointed ears and smelled faintly of jasmine.

"Well, that was unexpected," the man said, his voice tinged with humour. "Who are you?"

"I am Klarion, Lord of chaos and I am your master,"

The man raised one eyebrow. "I don't think so,"

"Bow!" Klarion sent his magic towards the man, who flicked his wrist and shadows intercepted it.

"Do you mind sending me home, Feyre's beating me at poker, but I think Amren was helping her,"

Klarion was furious, he had gone through all that trouble and now his new slave wouldn't obey him. It wasn't fair!

"Bow to me, or will destroy everyone you hold dear,"

"Is that a threat?"

"I will destroy your home, your friends and steal your power!"

"This is getting dreadfully boring,"

"I will kill your precious Feyre!"

The night exploded around them, shards of darkness cutting into his skin. Then the man's voice was in his head.

"I believe I have been very patient thus far, but I am not your slave and you have no right to threaten me,"

"Why is that then pointy ears?" Klarion taunted sending some magic out.

The man spoke aloud.

"Because I am High Lord Rhysand of the Night Court and you will release me!"

"No!"

"Then I shall make you,"


Half an hour later the Justice League arrived. Klarion was floating in the air bound by shafts of darkness, his summoning circle shattered in the image of a mountain and three stars.