Omake-ish: Behind the Scene: Pantheon's Powers

Aesir : Jotunblut : The Blood of Giants.

I jump to avoid the blow targeting my head. The two mutants are circling me, trying to overwhelm me by raw strength. I smile a toothy grin. Do they think me so weak? I look ahead to see Robin is already at work in the shadows. Good. If it's a distraction he needs, he will have one beyond all expectations. I doge the brutish blows. Blockbuster and Mammoth. What use is retaining your intelligence if you are not going to use it in combat. I concentrate during half a moment on the blood that flows through my veins, through Hel's veins before proclaiming: "I AM THE BLOOD OF YMIR. BEHOLD THE BLOOD OF YMIR" and shift shape.

I'm huge now, four meters at the least, as high as one of the jotuns of old who fought the gods and are prophesied to bring them down. There's no escape to the horror of my corpse-like face now and the decayed flesh and naked bones are enough to make even my opponents hesitate. The rest of the Team pass around us as I attack, matching brutality for brutality, blow for blow. Still I'm still mantling the goddess of disease, and my blows bring weaknesses with them while theirs only scratch my putrid flesh. My reserves fly away in the cold air but I'm sure I can bring this fight to an end before long.

Alihah: Hajj: The Pilgrimage

The stone I place in this prayer room is sister to the one I placed in the cave. I smile while anointing it with oils and blessings. This part of my powers can seem one of the weakest, for how can powers useable only when travelling from a point to another could compare to mastery over death, fate or fire? Still it's one of the most divine for it benefits mortals as well as me. This stone is kin to the one I placed in the Cave but it's not the same, for in the Cave it's a talisman to Manat great lady of fate. Here? This ansab is mine and the peace I impose on this place surrounding's mine. The cult, which worship me as an angel of the old gods, hails when I declare this place sacred and thus forbidden to violence. Those who come here will be blessed, not by the gods but by myself.

It's a good promotion when you think about it.

Apu: Huaca: The Places of Power

This one I won't describe here for the SI has the project of transforming Mount Justice into one. So I'll explain the concept: The Huaca were (some still exist I think) sacred natural places to the Inca that considered such natural features as links to the gods. The purview of Huaca enables the SI to create his own sacred natural places in honor of Supay or his own. Sacrifices to one of these places, be it purely symbolic, carries blessings and ensure the gaze of the gods is fixed on the celebrant.

Atua: Mana: The Wellspring of Energy

The spirits bear upon us and Zatanna and Kaldur and I are the only ones able to touch them. Fists, heat vision and batarangs are of no use against people made of storms. I weight quickly in my mind the advantages of exchanging a combatant against five even one powerfuls as I am. The question didn't have to be asked. I let the sacred energy flow through me to come bathing my comrades in eerie night. For a brief moment I see by their eyes as they draw upon my mana, my energy to become creatures of magic. Robin's batarangs go right through one of the storm-maidens' head, dispersing it with a bang. Artemis' arrows fly true through icy hearts while Superboy and Match can struggle with their masters head-on.

Annuna: Me: The Radiance

I struggle with the necromancer a moment, will against will before abandoning the fight as futile. He can't hope to fight me. By the power of Ereshkigal guardian of the dead I'm an authority over the realms beyond. By the powers of those who rule under the earth, death cannot harm me or my companions. I retreat into myself and seize the magic he's using to urge the dead against us. The hungry corpses stop for a moment, recognizing a master over carrions when they see one. With stark gesture I impose my will upon them, ordering them to return to their rest. The necromancer tries to gainsay me but he's already spent his energy dodging my team and controlling the horde. He's lucky I don't send his servants against him.

Bogovi: Dvoeverie: The Virtue's Wheel:

Not used in that fic. The concept is Slavic gods can pick another Pantheon's tricks by emulating their core values.

Deva: Samsara: The World's Illusion

My stomach aches for want of food but I don't mind. Well I mind, it's rather the whole point of the exercise. There's no value in a sacrifice that doesn't inconvenience you after all. The world begin to shake and twist to my addled vision. I know the world is illusion, maya spun by the gods and daemons our sous perceive as real. To deprive yourself of food, water and sleep is to discipline the world through sheer austerity, expressing your refusal to be ensnared by the illusions And so I perceive the walls for the shadows they are and let them become as mist as I pass through them on my destination.

Elohim: Malak: The Blessing of Kingship

I bask a moment in the adoration, immediately chastising myself for the thought. I'm only a representative of powers greater than my own and their blessings are mine to give. I approach the woman who has led this congregation in the name of the old gods. She must be rewarded, for having spared me the headache of running the cult myself if for nothing else. I approach the altar and smear my hand in the ashes of the sacrifice before anointing her and marking her as chosen. My voice rises high describing the blessings she is now possessed, the right she has to command, to want everything and more.

"Now you are a queen of great power even in commoner clothes for those the gods choose are the true royalty of the world" She smiles at the blessings and make great obeisance to the gods and to me.

Inue: Shua: The Elemental Embodiment

I lay my hands on the young squid-man and softly intone the words of the blessings. I'm of the elements, of the depths of the ocean, the darkness and the frost. He has accepted my help just as he would have accepted the blessing of the priests of Sedna in their high temple. I give him power over the very water of his home. Not the greatest influence but coupled with his training it's enough of a push to make him a battlemage. In exchange I birth a new hero into the world for he now lives to protect water from pollution and ice from melting. No help to assuage the burning need taking me since I took the mantle of Sedna is too much.

K'uh: Tal'ich : The Fourfold Facets.

The sensation is strange, strangest of all I experience. On one hand it's simple. I took the role of the guardian of the Mayan underworld and thus I'm like him. A young man associated with shadow and earth. However, I feel in my very bones I could change that if I wished. A turn of the wheel and I could be an old woman, taking very different roles and empowered by very different energies. Some part of me, the part that is still human recoil at the idea of shifting my shape so, but the god in me whispers such stasis is only for mortal. Gods change forms, they are double and fourfold, different archetypes and different directions. They are one and many at the same time. Thus they are gods and now I can participate of their multiplicity

Netjer: Heku: The Magic of the Soul

Described in the last parts of Kneeling Day. Heku enables to boost the SI's will and shield himself against mental intrusion.

Orishas/Loa: Ori: The Destiny

I don't know yet how I will represent it but the idea is a bolstering of all doings of Fate and that will come in play when the SI will invest in prophetic abilities to counter the Light

Teotl: Iztli: The Sacrifice

You saw it in the duel against Superman. Iztli is the art to transform pain into energy or, and the SI doesn't want to do that to extract power from blood spilled in the name of the gods.

Theoi: Arete: The Human Virtue

You'll see that in episode 4

Thuatha : Enech: The Geasa's Chains

Take oaths. Make other swear oaths. Break oaths for horrible consequences. Rinse and Repeat

Yazata: Asha: The Fire of Truth.

No idea for the moment.