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AN: I was in the zone with this story and I had to update it immediately.
Mission Debrief/ Personal Observations: November 4, M2 009, Gotham City, What Shall Become Known as Holy Terra.
Acquiring the intel from Cobblepot was the best course of action this assassin could have taken. Among the numerous "Rogues" listed that had been in contact with Penguin, one stood out immediately. Jason Blood, a demon possessed sorcerer. Suffice to say upon finding out about such an entity living nearby, and as it turns out at some point had acquired a heretical artifact to control the demon yet failed and had another Witch use it on him, I set out to kill him immediately. I have now begun a separate list of "Magicals" to target for elimination before they unleash the terror of the Warp.
Another positive that emerged from the Cobblepot mission was the moniker "Ghost of Gotham". The news media took to the incident at the Lounge like moths to a flame, as rumors are abound the the ghost is here to enact vengeance on all the wrong doers in Gotham.. These people's obsessions with things involving heroes and villains is austoding. One would think they would be more focused on fixing their city than seeing what the latest super hero or villain is up to. Unsurprisingly, the Justice league has had dealing with Blood in the past, and as a result I am certain that his death will attract their attention. I am confident in the skills the Assassinorum has given me to remain unseen from their investigations until I can rid them from existence.
This heretic shall face extermination effective immediately, and I have put off the initially planned assassination of one Pamela Isley aka Poison Ivy until this menace is eradicated in the name of the Emperor.
I am cutting this brief short, as the longer I don't take action, the longer the Daemon continues to pervert Holy Terra with his presence.
Nix angrily closed the journal and sat out on a warpath to Blood's apartment. The accursed sorcerer and demon would not have long for this world. Nix was going to make sure that Jason suffered as he died, as was deserving for those heretics who consorted with Daemons.
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To say that Black Mask was an angry individual was like saying that Khorne Berserkers like cutting things, it is accurate, but nowhere near the full truth.
High above the streets of Gotham in a penthouse suite, Black Mask had gathered some of the most wealthy men of criminal enterprising in Gotham. The reason?
To discuss how to handle this "Ghost of Gotham."
Despite the Ghost's rather short time in the scene, he was already making waves due to killing two very high profile criminals, and doing so with disturbing ease and brutality. At first Sidonas, Black Mask's real name, had though the Bat had just snapped on the clown finally.
But after the shit involved with the Penguin? This was not the Bat. No, this was someone using the already existing fear that Bat had created and amping it up to 11. Worse thing was is that one of his many moles in GCPD told him that the files from Cobblepot's computer were gone.
That meant that this "Ghost" had the information of who most the high players in the city were, where they lived, and what rackets they had. In essence he could bring the Criminal Underworld Sidonas worked so hard to rule to it's knees.
That was not going to happen on his watch.
"Alright, I don't think I need to you all how fucked we are if this specter guy decides to start hitting us where it hurts. As of right now he's seemed to just be whacking the big guys, and leaving the street crime alone. Don't know how long it will stay that way, and quite frankly the Bat and his little fucking side kicks were enough of a pain in my ass." Black Mask addressed a table filled with individuals like Two-Face, Carmine Falcone, and other respective mob heads.
"So what do you propose?" Two-Face asked, flipping his coin in the air.
"I say we hire someone who likes to do the impossible jobs, like killing a "Ghost" for instance. Gentlemen, let me introduce you to one Slade Wilson, better known as Deathstroke." Black Mask gestured towards the door as an imposing figure, dressed in orange and black combat armor, with an half black half orange mask walked in. The area where the right eye of the mask would be was completely blank, hinting at the eyepatch the wearer had underneath. A large sword was visible on his back as well as two automatic pistols at his sides. The fearful expressions on those present were well placed as they had heard of the damage this man was capable of distributing.
Countless political assassinations, and the deaths of many Metahumans were simply some of the contracts Slade had undertaken.
Truly Deathstroke the Terminator was a force to be reckoned with.
With this being the case the gathered audience clapped as they knew that despite an incredibly hefty fee, Deathstroke would end their "Ghost" problem before it could begin.
"I'm glad you all can agree on this choice. I had planned on hiring a group of assassins but after remembering how well that went with that Bat, decided I was just going to hire the best instead." Black Mask spoke as he and the others of the group began discussions on how to divvy up paying their assassin.
Slade watched silently as the weak and cowardly fools who were hiring discussed their business. He didn't care who paid him, so long as he was paid. That and part of him was looking forward to hunting down this "Ghost". From the intel Black Mask had given him when pitching the job it seemed that he was going in mostly in the dark.
That mattered very little, no target would escape from him once he was on the job, the only exception to that thus far was Batman, and well, he was Batman.
That said enough for most.
But as Slade ran through lists of ideas in his head on how to kill his target, an issue occurred. He didn't know where his target would be, or even when he would strike next.
Now both could be figured out, but that would take some time, time that he could use to have another contract.
Lucky for Deathstroke though, he knew he was not the only one gunning after the "Ghost". In fact he was very aware of a certain Dark Knight's investigations on the matter. Now while Slade was no slouch when it came to hunting down elusive prey, he was not The World's Greatest Detective.
So the odds of Batman knowing where his target would be was quite large, especially since this "Ghost" had given plenty of reason for the Bat to go after him by now. Find the "Ghost" he may not be able too, but finding the Bat? Cake.
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The apartment of one Jason Blood was not exactly like what one would expect an Occult expert from the times of King Arthur to look like.
The bookshelves were lined with tomes containing vass knowledge on the ways of demons and spells to combat such monstrosities. Blood had once betrayed his King in the promise of power, but his treachery was repaid in kind. The woman who promised him such, Morgana le Faye, poisoned him and left him to die among the ruins of Camelot.
The wizard Merlin came across a dying Blood and as further punishment, bound the demon Etrigan to him for eternity.
Jason Blood had since spent his time as a repentant man, fighting against the demonic forces with his own vile powers in hopes of one day being forgiven.
There was just one thing Blood forgot. Something that Nix had ingrained in his brain from his first days in the Progenium to his last days of an Officio Assassinorum Agent in training. Something the Witch Hunter's of the Ecclesiarchy preached.
A Heretic may see the truth and seek redemption. He may be forgiven of his past and absolved in death. A traitor may never be forgiven. A traitor will never find peace in this world or the next. There is nothing as wretched or as hated in all the world as a traitor.
Jason Blood betrayed his King and his fellows.
Jason Blood sold out his kingdom at the promise of power.
Jason Blood was betrayed and bound to a demon for his actions.
Jason Blood sought redemption for his treachery, but he would never be granted such.
Blood may have used his Heretical powers to aid Mankind, but the fact he was a traitor and he had lost control of the demon to one who sought to use it to pervert Holy Terra was far more justification than Nix needed to kill him.
Nix had no fear of entering the house of a demon. While many, even including the most steadfast defenders of humanity in the 41st millennium, would falter at the prospect of confronting a known sorcerer and demon in his own lair, a Culexus did not. To those of demonic, and mystical ways, a Culexus was their worst nightmare.
The very reason he was taken into the Assassinorum was because of this. The Pariah-Gene inside of Nix made it so that mystic forces could not affect him, they couldn't even target him. But the Gene did so much more than that, it allowed Nix to use the Animus Speculum to absorb Blood's own twisted and warped powers and launch a bolt of negative energy that turned those powers on their wielder.
But before he would do that to Blood, Nix found himself watching a small boy writhe in pain in small globe prison on one of Blood's shelves.
This must be Klarion the Witch Boy, the one who temporarily stripped Etrigan from Blood.
"*GAHHHH, ARRRGH*!" Klarion screamed out, his hands clutched at the side of his head. The Witch Boy could only scream out as the void and terror that was Nix sapped the magical energy and lifeforce from his body.
Klarion saw through incredible haze as the Animus cannon on Nix's masked opened up and began draining his powers and life at a far more violent pace, the combination of it and the Force Matrix of the Synskin suit spelled the end of the Witch Boy.
The child Heretic's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as Nix tore away Klarion's last remain life and energy, leaving only a disheveled and near skeletal corpse in the globe. Whatever Heresies Klarion committed in his unholy life were to now be judged by the God Emperor in death.
Turning away from the globe, Nix used the Auspex scanner in his helmet to locate his target who was blissfully unaware of the Pariah Assassin's presence.
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Blood sat in his living room, content on reading the newspaper about this "Ghost of Gotham" while sipping some tea.
As far as he was aware of the many ghosts that dwelled around Gotham, and the zombie that called the swamplands outside of it home, none were capable of this. Besides, ghosts didn't use guns, and from the report on the Iceberg Lounge attack, this "Ghost" shot nine people.
Well there was Gentleman Ghost, but this was far from his standard M.O.
Perhaps he would have to look into the paranormal activity around Gotham again. Though that usually ended up with some punks trying to mug him at some point and then quickly regretting that choice.
Much like how he was regretting the new brand of tea he bought and was now stuck drinking. Terrible purchase in his mind, but it's what happens when you try and get adventurous.
Putting down the paper, Jason went to telekinetically call his t.v. remote to his hand but found that he couldn't. Squinting his eyes in confusion Blood had only a second to think of why this was before unbearable pain engulfed his being.
He dropped to the ground on all fours as he cried out, spilling his tea, as something ate away at his every essence. Even Etrigan felt this as the demon snarled in discomfort and pain.
What was happening?!
"Jason Blood." A haunting voice came from his study as he looked over to see a monstrous skull helmed figure with glowing blue eyes standing in the doorway. It flickered in and out of the material realm as it slowly approached Jason, increasing whatever terrible effect it had on him.
Jason's mind was screaming. His body was screaming. His soul was screaming. Screaming to run and never look back.
But the amount of sheer pain he was in prevented any notions of flight.
Dropping to his side Jason looked up at the figure in pain as it made it's way across the room.
He had to do something.
"Incendio!" What would have normally caused a ball of fire to shoot from his hand resulted only in wasted breath. The magic he had spent centuries studying was all but useless when in the Pariah's presence.
Crawling towards the door, Jason could feel the entity getting closer, and with it the pain. Collapsing a good 30 feet from the door, Jason only had one option left as his right eye burst into a bloody mess from the evil aura. He could feel it sapping away his life and powers.
"Gone…..gone…..the form of man…...rise again the demon….Etrigan." Blood meekly whispered out as the demon took control.
Etrigan roared and wreathed himself in flames as he took over the pathetic human's body. It would show this intruding spirit all new forms of pain.
While in any other situation summoning Etrigan would have been the wise move, the one Jason Blood was currently in just meant that it cemented his death all the quicker. The Culexus Assassin went from having a moderately powerful source of magical energy to draw from, to a beacon it could sap and return it a hundredfold.
Etrigan turned and blasted a fireball at the specter, fully intending on charring it's body.
Imagine it's surprise when the fire simply passed through the spirit as if it was not there. The strange device on the entity's head opened up as Etrigan was now treated to a similar situation that Blood had been facing.
It could feel all of it's might, all of it's power, being turned against him as it was absorbed by this creature. Not willing to go down so weakly Etrigan made and attempt to strike the Ghost but a beam of purple energy hit Etrigan with negative energy. The fires of Hell paled in comparison to the amount of torment the demon felt when that bolt hit.
Collapsing on it's knees Etrigan struggled to stand again as a second beam hit, agony shooting through it's body. Looking to what surely was the personification of evil Etrigan spat and issued one last warning.
"Here for the demon; the death bell tolls, but this is not a victory you have wove. For a guardian of light you have fell, and for that I shall see you in Hell!"
A final bolt from the Animus Speculum tore both the souls of Etrigan and Jason Blood apart. The demon exploded into sulfur, littering the floor with Brimstone.
The body of one Jason Blood was in a far worse shape, as the Arcane Eye blasts from the Animus caused his brains to literally liquefy and seep out of the equally as gooey eye sockets of his skull. His skin was now a sickly grey and all the hair of his body turned white.
Any and all traces that there had ever been life in the body were gone, absorbed by the horror of the 41st millenium.
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Deathstroke was right when he figured that Batman had a clue of where to find this "Ghost". Slade had tracked the detective and his two side kicks to The Narrows, the poorest part of the city.
He watched them from afar as they took up scouting positions outside an old and abandoned apartment complex. Using a long range communications sensor, Slade picked up the conversation being had by Batman and his sidekick Batgirl.
"You sure this is the place? Seems like a sure fire way to get tetanus to me." Batgirl asked her mentor. Bruce had been on a warpath the last few days in regards to finding anything that gave a hint to where the Ghost was at. Apparently the fruits of those labors was a run down apartment building which looked like it would be prime real estate for a horror movie.
So at least it fit the Ghost persona this psycho had going on.
"From what little surveillance footage of the area I was able to find exactly 30 minutes before the Ghosts attacks the footage around this area cuts out. Just like in the water plant, the Lounge, and my cowl. I checked the cameras, it's not due to faulty wiring. So at the very least the Ghost passees by here." Batman explained as he observed the building for any signs of movement of occupation.
Slade made a mental note of the static detail, that would mean this individual held some kind of EMP technology. That would also explain the lack of any usable footage. Leave it to the Bat to do do all the hard work for you.
"Sweet. So what's the plan of attack? Wait for the guy to walk up to the door and jump him? Actually how will we know who this "Ghost" is?" Robin asked as he scanned the area, seeing only a couple walking down the road.
"When you feel like every ounce of your being is screaming for you to run, then he should be nearby." Both Batgirl and Robin shot raised looks at their mentor and awaited an explanation.
"In both accounts, those who survived described the feeling right before he struck as 'absolute dread and terror'. My guess is he used fast dissolving neurotoxin similar to Crane's to induce a panicked fear."
"Alright so when we get close, avoid the gas. Got it." Robin nodded and continued their Sting.
Slade made another note to watch for any gasses used, though his mask should be fine for dealing with such trivial things.
Placing down the scanner and pulling up a M24 sniper, Deathstroke took up a Crow's Nest position several blocks away from the building. He would wait and see if the Bat and his lackeys bumped into this "Ghost" and eliminate it then.
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Nix climbed up through the 4th floor window of his base as he expanded out his fear aura to ward off intruders like normal. He killed two Heretical sorcerers tonight, meaning much more to the Assassin than either Joker or Penguin. Those two had just been men who preyed upon the weak minds and wills of others for their own gain.
They were not entities capable of unleashing daemonic hordes upon Holy Terra.
As Nix went into his war room, where he kept his gear and information on his targets, the Auspex sensor of his helm tipped him off to three individuals making their way into the building. The heat signatures they gave off showed two of them were clearly in distress over the aura he had emitted, while the third powered through it with more success. Honing his augmented hearing, Nix listened to the foot steps come from above and below. Two were younger and lighter individuals judging from the weight they had when they walked, and the third was a older and heavier one.
His base had been compromised. That was unacceptable.
While he could simply kill them and dispose of their corpses, the fact this base had been compromised removed it from avalible use and it needed to be terminated.
Nix quickly threw his war gear, some spare clothes and supplies, and the USB containing his intel into a duffel bag. Running over to far wall Nix punched a hole through it and grabbed one of the gas lines.
Issuing an apology to the Machine Spirits of the building, Nix informed them that for the greater benefit on Mankind, the building would have to be sacrificed.
The long neglected Machine Spirits that dwelled inside the utilities of the building understood what the only human to ever show them care and maintenance was saying. The intruders were not allowed to see any of the Assassin's dwellings, for fear they might receive any information.
As such the human was going to use the gas to ignite the building in flames. The building's spirits complied with the Assassin, as hopefully when it fulfilled this task it would become one with this Omnissiah and God Emperor the human had told it about.
Pulling out the pipe, Nix filled the room with flammable gas as he smashed a window for escape. These sounds did not go unnoticed by Batman or his side kicks as they rushed to the source of the noise, only for Batgirl and Robin to begin to collapse in the hall outside from the proximity of the Praiah.
Batman's will was much stronger though, and as a result he pressed through the horrid feelings and made his way into the room. The smell of gas polluted the air as Batman's eyes widened when he saw the skeletal visage staring at him, a lighter in hand.
Whatever information the room once held was forever lost when Nix set it ablaze whilst leaping a sizable chasm to the adjacent building. Times like these it paid off to be one of the augmented killers that were the Emperor's Knives.
Batman dove out of the room and shielded both Tim and Barbara from the flames with his cape. The trio now had to escape the burning building and hopefully catch the Assassin who caused this.
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Deathstroke let out a small laugh as the building he was watching exploded into fire. Apparently this "Ghost" really didn't like intruders. From the fires though, Slade could see a flickering, ghost-like entity, leap across the street and fall 2 stories without harm. That must have been the Ghost.
Looking down the sight as he watched his target leap and maneuver across the building tops Slade found it abnormally difficult to work up the nerve to shoot, or to even get a good bead on the guy.
Did that mean he wasn't going to shoot? Not at all, he was Deathstroke the Terminator.
Finally deciding to take the shot, though he knew it was far from an accurate one, Slade saw the target react to the sounds of the rifle going off as it grabbed a metal air duct mid air and pulled itself closer to avoid the bullet.
Then the target went invisible, as in Slade could not see it anymore. He still knew it was there, but he just couldn't see it. Luckily he had a solution for that. Picking up an assault rifle Slade began to pepper that last known area of his target as he himself made his way over to it.
That damn flickering made it much harder to scope the Ghost out than it would have normally been. But hopefully the barrage of bullets would keep it distracted long enough for him to get close, avoid the neurotoxin, and gut this guy with his sword.
Finally landing on the rooftop his target wa last seen Slade scanned the roof with his rifle, looking for any signs of a body or blood left by the bullets. He didn't find any. But what he did find was a suddenly reappearing Ghost targeting his right side. Well the Ghost was smart enough to attack the side that he lacked an eye in, but Slade was more than ready to dodge the blow.
What he wasn't ready for though, was the absolute feeling of 'GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THIS THING' that washed over him. As much as part of him begged for him to flee, he wouldn't give in. The issue Slade quickly noted though was that this was not a toxin that was used. There was no gas, no injection of any kind, this was just what being around this Ghost was like.
That was ever so slightly unnerving to him.
The Ghost made another attack with a roundhouse kick aimed at Slade's head , the speed of which caught him by surprise. Using the rifle as a shield, Slade cursed when the force of the blow shattered the metal gun.
Dashing back quickly Slade drew his sidearms as he let loose a barrage of small caliber fire. Again that damn flickering played a large part in Slade's aim, as most of the shots went wide and missed the target. However, Deathstroke did notice that two of the bullets hit, they just bounced off what ever the black suit this Ghost was wearing was.
Slade quickly went down a new mental list of developments regarding this Ghost. It was a Metahuman, it knew how to fight, it was very fucking hard to hit, being around it was nigh unbearable, and it was launching towards him very fast with a flying knee. Shit!
Slade was able to get his arms up to deflect the brunt of the blow in time, though the force of it launched both combatants off the side of the room and down through the glass skylight of a closed gym. Slade landed with a backspring away, drawing his sword while doing so. The Ghost landed on the check in desk with a hard shattering of wood as it's blue eyes made contact with Deathstroke.
Both Assassins looked at one another for a brief second before they made their moves. Slade shot forth intent on skewering his target, whilst the Ghost flickered down to the floor and grabbed a 30 pound weight off the ground.
Deathstroke's sword met the metal weight as a sharp clang echoed across the dark gym. Slade made more slashes with his sword, though it seemed that the flickering that made shooting the target near impossible also applied to close quarters combat. But that was now the least of his worries as the negative aura this thing emitted was starting become more of an issue.
To make matters worse, when that thing hit him with the knee, though his armor absorbed most of what other wise would have been a very damaging blow, something about it caused Slade to gasp out and catch a breath.
So it seemed like getting hit by this Ghost in anyway was a bad life choice. He would just have to not get hit.
As the weight met blade again, Slade took this chance to step into the Ghost's guard and deliver a punch to the head. The skull snapped to the side from the blow, but the being let no sound of pain out. Instead it shot out with its other arm and trapped Slade's before he could pull back. The feeling of terror and discomfort was amplified much further when that accursed hand grabbed Deathstroke's arm, and pulled him into a knee.
Slade responded with a punch to the gut, that again connected but seemingly had no effect. It returned with a toss across the room as Slade slammed into a mirror, shattering the glass. Looking up after recomposing himself from being away from that things touch. Slade narrowly moved his head away from a punch that would have surely caved in his skull, if the shape the wall was now in was any indication.
The two blocked and and parried one another in a short exchange, with punches being blocked, and knees pushed back. Seeing an opening whilst the Ghost was sending a right jab, Slade took the blow to allow his sword to get and slice across the Assassins side.
The blade cut through whatever armor it was wearing thanks to Slade's own enhanced strength and sliced open it's flesh. However that came at a cost. The blow he took rocked him hard, as it shattered part of his jaw and knocked out several teeth. The immense agony of the monstrosity in front of him's presence rang out through his head as Slade coughed up blood and fell to one knee temporarily.
The Ghost looked down, only for a second, to check if it's blood was shot across the floor. Using this opening, Slade launched an uppercut that knocked off the targets helmet. He didn't think it was possible, but the unbearable aura somehow got worse upon doing so as Slade saw his target was no more than a 20 something year old boy, he couldn't have been any older than his daughter Rose. Though the black holes of nothing, unspeakable hle devoid of any life, that were the kids eyes reminded Slade that this was not a boy, this was a thing. A thing he was hired to kill.
Slade made another swipe for the Ghost, who now was clearly a man, but his blade was trapped by the Assassins grip. Being pushed into the wall again Slade refused to had his blade over, as the Assassin struggled to pull it from his grip. Finally, the boy shot another punch across the same side of Slade's face as the first, further cracking and smashing the bone.
While Slade was recovering the Ghost took a bacterial wipe from the dispenser nearby and ran it down the blade. Slade didn't have time to wonder why as the kid threw a knee into his chest, and he followed up with knife stab to the leg. He was treated to a knee to the head, causing a ringing sound to join the "Your soul is being ripped from the body" feeling. Again the Assassin used the gap to clean the blade, though he made sure Deathstroke was still dazed while doing so.
The Assassin grabbed Slade and hurled him into several exercise machines, pushing them all several feet away. Deathstroke noticed it didn't follow like it had been, and instead was taking a couple towel from a rack and shoving them into the open cuts to halt the bleeding. As Slade stood and prepared for another round, he watched as his target grabbed two 50 pound weights, hurling one at Slade with immense speed, forcing him to dodge. The other was thrown towards the broken skylight. As Slade dove he saw the reason why.
The Boy Wonder had shown up to try and intervene in their fight. The weight would have connected with Robin's head, no doubt killing him with the speed, had it not been for Batman pushing him out of the way at the last minute.
It seemed like the party just got bigger.
Looking back to where his target had been, Slade was more than pissed to see both him, and his helmet gone. Leave it to the Bat to cost him a contract.
Sighing Deathstroke found himself far more hurt than he expected, sure the physical wounds would heal. But that soul sucking shit? That was gonna be a cause of waking up in pain for a while.
"Slade. What are you doing here." Batman noticed Deathstroke and held back no disdain in his voice.
"I was in the middle of a contract. One that thanks to Bird Boy, has disappeared. Though I think thats for the best. Need to reevaluate how to approach this "Ghost of Gotham."
"You fought the Ghost? Lemme guess, some guy in a mask using gases? Not an actual ghost?" Robin chimed in with some humor in his voice.
"He's closer to an actual ghost than someone who uses gases. Is human though, I would guess in his yearly twenties. Packs one hell of a hit too." Slade grumbled as he rolled his shoulder. Batman took interest in the physical description of the Ghost. It now seemed possible this was a rogue League of Shadows member.
"What did he look like?"
"In all honesty? Couldn't tell you much. Looks young and his eyes are the closest things to actual evil I've seen. But enough talk. I'm going home to rethink my approach. Oh and have fun trying to follow him Bat. The kid closed the wounds I gave him and wiped off any blood with bacterial wipes. Guess he didn't want you getting anything on him." Deathstroke laughed to himself as he made his way to the door. A Batarang shot past him as now all three members of the Bat Family were present.
"What makes you think I'll let you just walk away?"
"Because Bat, you may be able to beat me, but the other two? They would die and you know it. So if you value the lives of your lackeys, you'll let me go." The two had a stare off before Batman's communicator went off. The temporary distraction allowed for Slade to toss a smoke bomb and flee the scene.
Upset at losing two killers in one night Batman answered the call.
"What is it?" He said rather angrily. The voice of Wonder Woman greeted him with solemn.
"Batman, it's Jason Blood. He….he was found dead in his apartment. I'm sending you the report, but I warn you it's not pretty.
Bruce was silent was he saw the mangled corpse of his friend. He recognized the handy work of the Ghost immediately, though this was on a whole new level. Whatever this human masquerading as a Ghost did, it liquified Jason's brains. An additional cause of great concern was the sulfur found on the scene.
Etrigan had been summoned and beaten by Jason's killer. That and he fought Deathstroke on even ground for an extended period of time.
Loathe as he was to admit it, it was time Bruce brought this case to the Justice League.