Dingir and the Justice League: Curse of God

Part 1: Gotham greater dark

"A crossover involving the immortal exorcist Dingir from the Grey Faction, and John Hickson series, now living within the Justice League world after being sent there by Yahweh as punishment for the evil he brought as the Asag Knight. But will his dark brand of justice be acceptable in a world of underwear on the outside goodie two-shoe superheroes?"

Chapter Two

Grundy smash!

"GRUNDY SMASH!" bellowed the giant muscular zombie, smashing a car into pulp against the side of a building. Police Officers had him surrounded, but their bullets barely pierced the skin, most just dropped out, clattering against the concrete. Meanwhile a dozen of his men were robbing a bank nearby while the police were focused on their immortal undead boss.

It was the middle of the day, Bruce Wayne was busy running his company, he hadn't even been alerted yet, and he certainly wouldn't get there in time to stop it as Batman. Even with his rotting brain and speech impediment, Grundy was actually still rather cunning.

Crime was mostly confined to the night in Gotham, and Grundy had taken advantage of this criminal habit, using himself as the bait for police. Dingir watched it all happening from a distant alley, he slowly approached. Not sure if he should get involved. He mostly dealt with far more serious threats than this thing, and it was Batman's turf. But Batman didn't show.

A large van pulled up, and a man yelled out, "boss, we got it!" and immediately sped off before the police could even think about stopping them.

Grundy laughed throatily, he casually swiped at a few police officers, their bodies practically exploded on contact, blood and guts everywhere. Grundy began to run in the direction of the van.

When he saw Dingir, he growled, "Die light man!" and punched Dingir hard enough that he went flying through a building and squished up against the side of another, bones shattered, blood staining the wall as it dribbled down in pints. Dingir's head slumped forward, dead.

Then a black aura engulfed him, and his head raised, eyes glowing like molten gold. Dingir grinned savagely as he felt his body painfully put itself back together, dragging back in the ruptured organs and spilled blood. "I guess you and your gang have volunteered to be my first victims," he stated, falling forward from the cracked wall, landing with a crouch on the trash strewn back street below.

His black aura was replaced by a blinding white aura for but a moment, and his mind regained its clarity. Grundy, the undead mobster, immortal with superhuman strength, when killed he would revive from the swamp his body died in. However it was a lottery as to whether his mind came back with it. He could sense the dark magic that kept Grundy tethered, it was immense and linked to the same earth magic that gave rise to the Green.

With his white power, he could easily destroy the creature forever, but where was the fun in that? And he was curious as to whether his partner could absorb any powers from Grundy, the magic could certainly be harvested for future use. But Grundy's super human strength would be nice, being super strong without transforming into that thing. That hated, monstrous form. The Asag Knight.

"Well let's find out, shall we?" He ran after the trail of Grundy's magic, it was time to feed, and time to steal their riches.

(Gotham port warehouse B-38)

"What a great haul, huh boss?" laughed one of Grundy's mobsters as they regarded the many millions of dollars they had unloaded from their truck. Robbing banks in Gotham was risky business, it always lured in the Bat, but he hunted at night, and they had struck in the day, their gamble had paid off handsomely.

Grundy however was not focused on those words or the wealth they had so easily acquired. But on the light man he had struck while fleeing the police. He had light glittering around him. It made Grundy feel sick. So he killed him. Grundy regarded the hand he had used, it was burned, how had that happened?

"Boss?"

Suddenly the lights in the warehouse shattered, it grew darker, the tiny windows not providing much light even though the sun still blazed in the sky. But the main purpose was a distraction. Dingir leapt down from the rafters, the black substance seeping from his pores to form a long broadsword. The instant he hit the ground, he slashed with a series of brilliantly fast attacks, turning Grundy's lackeys into a pile of limbs and squirting blood.

Soaked in the mess, Dingir took a defensive stance, as Grundy regarded him with stunned eyes. "Grundy kill light man, why are you still alive, are you like Grundy?"

'Light man?' he wondered. Could Grundy somehow sense the magic within him through his own twisted connection to magic? "I am not undead Grundy," he replied. "But just like you I was human once, and just like you I cannot truly die." He slowly approached the towering mass of undead muscle. "But my immortality is far more absolute than yours."

Grundy growled, and swung a titanic fist. Dingir ducked under it, swinging his black sword, it cut through the rotting flesh with ease, but the zombies super dense muscles stopped it from going any deeper. "Oh crap!" Dingir cursed, leaping back, but Grundy caught him with a swift uppercut, jaw shattering, Dingir was smashed into the ceiling before landing heavily on the ground at Grundy's feet.

'Hmm...' mused Dingir as he healed. Winning against this monster without his light wasn't practical. It would take too long, and if he used it, then the magic in Grundy would be obliterated too. 'Guess I need to use it, huh...' he sighed, easily standing. No injuries showing. "Balmung, I'll need the Asag Knight," speaking to the black substance, it leaked out of his pores, eyes, ears and mouth, covering him completely in the black substance. It hardened, taking the shape of armour, with hellfire and corrosive poison spilling from the edges and joints.

An evil aura engulfed this new form as Dingir felt the power of Asag fill him, granting him new powers, and physical might that could challenge Gods. One of the three great forms available to him. His eyes glowing red with a demonic evil, he chuckled menacingly. His senses and mind being twisted by the vile thoughts of Asag, an ancient Sumerian devil known for his powers to corrupt and rot all living things, along with his penchant for violent rape and torture. When donning this armour, he wanted what Asag wanted, he emotions perverted. That was why he hated this form. But it was strong. Thankfully an enemy stood before him, something to focus on.

Grundy stepped back, feeling something even more twisted than the magic that kept the undead monster in this world. But his rage kicked in, feeling threatened and responding with violence. Grundy grabbed a massive metal beam, ripping from the support structure. He roared and swung down with inhuman force.

But the Asag Knight swung up with his black sword, creating a shockwave as two super human attacks collided, but Grundy and his impromptu weapon were lifted into the air, and sent tumbling. "Is that it?" remarked the Asag Knight, as Grundy stumbled to his feet. "Your attacks feel so light now. It seems you're the light man now," he mocked.

"Shut up!" roared Grundy, his body growing larger, features vaguely demonic as he tapped into the dark magic that bound him to this world. It would cost Grundy his mind in this incarnation, but his strength would massively increase. "NOW GRUNDY CRUSH MONSTER!" he bellowed. A massive straight collided with the black sword, his hardened skin withstanding it, the ground beneath them crumbling as Asag Knight guarded without stepping back or parrying.

"Nice! I'd rate you Lesser Devil right now, enough for me to play with!" with a tremendous show of force he sword shoved Grundy back, making the giant undead skid back continuously as he started running forward, they smashed through the walls of the warehouse and out onto the docks, Grundy's fist still pressed against the black sword. Asag Knight booted Grundy in the chest and he went soaring through the air, crushing a massive stack of crates, and toppling a crane into the nearby sea.

Nearby workers fled. Police were called. Bruce was stuck in a meeting, but he had been alerted and sent Nightwing, who was available. The former Robin hurried to the docks, home to much illegal activity to find Grundy, a zombie who could trade blows with Superman being thrown around like a ragdoll by a man in armour. The armour was black, oozing black and red energy. The knight's face was hidden by a vast darkness, his long hair mixing with the shadows, only the eyes showed, burning like crimson fire.

Nightwing had never seen this person before, he hesitated on the word hero, despite him battling Grundy, as they both were giving off truly evil vibes that made him want to keep his distance. Grundy tackled the much smaller enemy but was repelled, its flesh rotting abnormally fast. His gigantic hardened bulk and feral features indicated that Grundy was using his curse to boost himself, it lasted until he died and was reborn again, his mind vanished in a murderous rage.

'I need to record this,' Nightwing realised, tapping a small button on his costume. The way the ground shattered and how large objects and machinery were sent flying about as they fought meant this newcomer had top tier super strength. The hero focused on the fight when it was clear everyone had fled, taking the opportunity to analyse this newcomer. A master, it was quickly apparent that this person used martial arts of the highest level. Even with the violent, reckless way they fought, every movement was perfect, the huge sword he used, flowed flawlessly together with his other movements. This was no mere swordsman, he punched, kicked, and threw whenever an opening appeared. It was clear he was stronger than Grundy, but the undead villain was relentless in his attacks.

The fight continued in this violent nature, but gradually Nightwing noticed that Grundy's flesh was bubbling and dripping off, splattering the concrete. Grundy paused, leaning against a large crate. He gasped in exhaustion, one of his hands rotted off, a horrible black filth spilling out. "WHAT YOU DO TO GRUNDY?" he demanded, slipping to his knees.

Nightwing swiftly got closer, not wishing to miss anything said, Bruce would defiantly want to know.

"Corrupting your flesh, rotting you, making you tender, easier to eat," Asag Knight replied, sauntering over. Knowing that Grundy was spent. It was time to feed Balmung. That lovely dark magic would well make it worth the trip, then he could steal the money in the warehouse and book a hotel. No sleeping on the streets tonight.

"YOU EAT GRUNDY?" he growled angrily, face becoming lopsided as flesh loosened and began dropping off.

"Yes," Asag Knight replied with glee, "all that lovely magic keeping you bound to this world." He stabbed Grundy through with his sword, jamming it up to the hilt. A black goo bubbled out of the hilt, stretching out over Grundy, soon his massive frame was engulfed, Balmung fed. The mass shrunk, returning to the blade. Then the blade returned to fluid and burrowed back into Dingir's body.

He normally would recall the armour at this point, but he could vaguely sense someone nearby, someone very good at keeping quiet and out of sight. He subdued Asag's power, regaining his normal clarity, but kept the armour's shape, Dingir didn't want the watcher to see his face if possible.

"You might as well come out," Dingir called out in the direction of where he knew the person hid.

Nightwing cautiously came into sight, well at least it wasn't Batman. He held his stun staff casually, but it was clearly on. "So who are you then?" Nightwing asked, he wanted to demand why he had killed Grundy, but he has listened in, clearly this person could drain magic and had targeted Grundy for it.

"No comment," Dingir replied, turning to leave. He'd use Balmung to store the money and go. All the bat family were supposed to be smart, really smart, and he had no plans to make it easy for them.

"Hey wait!" called out Nightwing, surprised. "Where are you going?"

"No comment."

"Why are you in Gotham?"

"No comment."

"He might have been a villain, but I can't just let you go after killing him," Nightwing stated, his voice hardening. Dingir, paused, glancing back, somehow conveying the 'really dude' look despite his face being obscured. They both knew he didn't stand a chance.

"Idiot, like yours and Bruce's hero play even matters," he muttered. He silently cursed. He should have said Batman. Nightwing froze as well. Oh well, he always was a talker. Not willing it to come across as a slip up, Dingir continued, "police kill criminals all the time, but you put them in time out instead. But not ordinary criminals, those that kill in mass, those with powers, each death that occurred after you first arrested them, those deaths are on your hands. But the game will be changing from now on."

The words hit Nightwing like a physical blow. "T-That's not - !" An armoured fist smashed into his solar plexus, he doubled over, unable to breath. He passed out.

"Sorry kid, but I'd rather you not try to follow me." He quickly returned to the warehouse, he removed his armour, had Balmung eat the millions of dollars, reminding the creature that it was not to destroy it and to spit it out later. Though he kept a small stack of hundreds in his ripped up jacket for immediate spending. It was time to go, keeping to the shadows, he swiftly left the warehouse, and headed back into the city, carefully avoiding the cameras until he was a good distance away. It was still early, but the clothing stores had to be open by now, right? It was time to lose the homeless look. 'I wonder if I can get extra wide size 16's without getting them made to order?' he pondered, regarding his own shoes, which had more holes than leather and sole.

Back at the docks, Nightwing regained consciousness, he contacted Alfred, explained what had happened, and transferred the video footage to the mainframe. It had recorded everything up to and including his being one hit KO'd. After that it had just been a lot of close ups with the ground.

CHAPTER END

Next Chapter: Fake ID's and unhappy Bats

Hey everyone, hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you're curious about my Dingir character, then go to Amazon and get yourself a copy of Grey Faction: Arrival of the Grey Queen for his first official appearance. Though the second book; Grey Faction: Mistaken Apostles will really get into his origins, powers, and some seriously badass fights. But I'm still editing that, it'll be out soon though. :)

Just to let you know, Dingir is obviously an alias, you'll find out his real name in the next chapter, as for the alias itself, 'Dingir' means 'God' and 'Angel' in ancient Sumerian. The Devil Asag often called him that, and he later ended up using it. Just read the books. :) His real name is based on a Roman God's, though he was named after a famous Roman General/Emperor. It really suits him. Okay it's Mark, from Marcius Gais, and yes its an AU self insert, but why not put yourself in professionally published novels, comics, and Fanfiction. And yes I do wear size 16 shoes.

Oh and in an unrelated note, I'll be playing the role of the villain 'Sodrakexen' in the new sci-fi live action series: Secret Yuuki & the starlight alliance. It's gonna have some cool CGI, I left a link of a test opening in my profile page at the bottom. It is based on a book called, 'Secret Yuuki & the guilty heart chronicles', which is available to buy on Amazon, Lulu, Barnes&Noble, and most major retailers. Seriously check it out if you can.