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Chapter 7: Souless

Landon searched the ransacked apartment for something to sit on while Jason attempted to comprehend what the demon king just told him. "What do you mean no soul? Does it matter?"

Landon laughed to himself, placing the chair in front of the unconscious clown. "I think it's adorable you even have to ask that? Let me ask you this, when you die where do you go?"

Jason shook his head, not wanting to play whatever game Landon was playing, but he decided to humor him. "Heaven or Hell?"

"Precisely, now when you don't HAVE a soul, what happens?" Jason sighed in frustration again, but found that he had no idea the answer to that question, and it was clear by the look on his face. "I see, well if you figure it out, let me know, because I would LOVE to be privy to that information." Just then a low groan came from the closet, it's current occupant beginning stiring to wakefullness.

The Joker blinked a few times clearing his vision, "Ugh, anyone get the license plate of that crowbar that hit me? . . . " he chuckled. Once his eyes adjusted he didn't recognize the man who was sitting in front of him in the suit, but he did recognize the one standing behind him. ". . . . Well you look an aweful lot like someone I introduced to my crowbar about a year ago." The beginning of his infamous cackle began to tickle the back of his throat, pushing Jason over the edge. He leapt at the clown, but was frozen in place by an ice cold force he couldn't see.

Landon held up a hand stopping Jason from his attack. "Sorry my friend, but the adults need to have a chat." Landon snapped his fingers and Jason vanished in black smoke.

The Joker gave a mild jolt of surprise. "Whoa, you gotta teach me that! There are a few associates of mine I wouldn't mind making disappear off the face of the earth without all of that nasty and expensive acid, and gasoline, or cement shoes."

Landon smirked. "It sure makes cleaning easy, names Landon, I run hell."

Joker chuckled. "And here I thought Batsy ran Gotham, heh."

"Not that hell darling. This one." Landon leaned forward and tapped the clown's forhead with his middle finger. Joker looked like someone hit them in the head with the hammer, his head jerking backwards violently, and his eyes glowing a bright red. The episode lasted about two minutes before his eyes cleared back into their original yellow-like color before a howl of manical laughter filled the apartment.

"WOO! LETS DO THAT AGAIN! COME ON DO IT AGAIN!"

Landon stared blankly at the mad clown. Interesting. Not many can take a glimpse into hell. Hmmmm.

When it was clear Landon wasn't going to undulge his request his smile dropped slightly. "Awe party pooper, no cake for you," Joker eyed Landon curiously now, "So your one of those demon thingy's I've been hearing so much about these days."

Landon maintained a passive smirk, "The King of those 'demon thingy's' darling, I AM Hell."

Joker looked unimpressed. "Forgive me if I don't curtsy, I'm a little tied up after all, heh" He pulled against the ropes that held him, not really trying to escape. "Though I'm tickled pink that you found the time to meet with 'lil 'ol me."

Landon chuckled, "Honestly I've been trying to have this little meet and greet with you for some time, but our calanders never quite synched up."

Joker sighed shaking his head, "I DO apologize for that, I mean I've been so busy spreading joy, and putting smiles on faces that I forget to check my inbox."

"No, you seem to only have time for the Batman and his children these days, as evident by Mr. Todd and Miss Gordan."

Joker didn't seem that surprised. "Oh you know about that do you?"

"There isn't much that goes on in the dark that I don't know about, up to and including the unique brand of 'fun' that your known for."

"Heh, you truly are my number one fan if you've gone through all this trouble to spy on me."

Landon shrugged, "I'll admit I've taken an interest in you," he leaned his elbows on his knees, "would you like to know why?"

Joker giggled, "I'm all ears."

Landon snickered. He had his full attention. "Only a handful of . . . person's of interest like yourself have existed throughout history, each as curious as the next, what I want to know . . . can you feel how empty you are?" Landon of course was refering to the fact that the Joker had no soul.

Joker pondered for a moment, "Well I am feeling a bit hungry." Landon waited a moment, but he was really trying to see inside the clown's mind. He couldn't see any memories, thoughts, or anything, just . . . colors . . . ? Joker raised a quizical and teasing eyebrow. "Are you trying to take a sneak peek into my mind?"

Landon ceased his probing, "You knew when I tried to see into your mind?"

Joker chuckled, "It's not the first time someone has tried to take a trip into camp Joker, whenever it happens it's like a shiatsu massage on my frontal cortex. See anything interesting? I've been out of my mind for years, and I would LOVE to know what's going on in there."

Landon snorted a laugh, "Only colors, but I can tell I was right to be fascinated by you."

"Well I'm an interesting guy. So tell me, as the ruler of hell do you have a nice cozy spot all ready to go if or when I take the big plunge downstars, that is assuming I'm going to hell after all?"

Landon raised a brow. "You think you'll end up in the penthouse?"

Joker looked shocked. "Well why wouldn't I after all the people I saved," more confusion, "Of all the performances I've done that have been considered monstrous, or acts of terrorism, how many of those poor souls were afflicted with an incurable cancer, depression, disease, or stuck in horrid jobs and bad marriages, having no money or hope, only for them to feel a sense of liberation and freedom as soon as I put a smile on their faces. Now does that make me a demon for taking life, or an angel for providing mercy to those who NEED it, who CRAVE release from the MADNESS this world has to offer? And then once I finally roll feet first into a mortuary will I be headed North or South? A better question is, why should I care? I've already experienced the joy's of going through life with a smile on my face, and the madness and torture for NOT being able to spread my unique brand of cheer to those that NEED it. The only question I have for YOU, your highness, is can you offer me ANYTHING, from Heaven or Hell that I can't achieve right here and right now?"

Landon remained passively quiet. Interesting. He doesn't care about where his soul goes if he had one, almost like . . . . he already knows he doesn't have a soul . . . .

The Joker began chuckling to himself. "You know this reminds me of a joke. See a property manager for an apartment complex dies and soon finds himself standing at the pearly gates. He meets an angel who tells him he gets to choose between heaven or hell, so he checks out hell first. When he gets their it's the BIGGEST party he's ever seen, there's singing and dancing and women, and everyone is laughing and having a grand 'ol time. Next he checks out heaven and finds everything to be white and pristine, people are speaking with each other softly and serenely, but he's bored after five minutes. So the angel asks the apartment manager where he'd like to go, and he immediately responds with a resounding 'send me to hell, send me to hell'. The angel grants his wish ans sends him straight to hell, but once he get's there the party is over, and all you see is screaming, and torment, and well HELL. He asked the devil what happened to the party, and he responds, 'your a property manager! when you came by you were a potential tenant, today your just another resident."

He waited a beat before the Joker began slowly building to his infamous cackle that chilled even the most hardened villain to the core, and Landon was humble enough to admit that he took shivered in his presence. In the midst of his laughing Landon's phone alerted him to a text message.

" . . . Bloody hell . . . " Landon disappeared in black smoke, the mad clown's cackle continuing into the night.


A few hours earlier. St. George, Utah.

Seymour spun the dial on his helmet until it landed on the function that allowed him to see through the walls of the abandoned church.

"What do ya got Seymour?" Rose Wilson moved her head closer to his own causing the cyclops to color slightly at the pale beauties close proximity.

"Uh, got, uh," She turned to face him, blue eyes peering from behind the orange and black bandana mask she wore, puzzled as to why he was so nervous. He cleared his throat getting his thoughts together, "I've got six hostiles inside."

"Demons?" she asked.

He turned the dial again, "No heat signatures, looks like you're good to use them special swords."

She smirked then turned to the rest of her team, taking notice that Blackfire and Red-X was not with them. "We're two down Rose," Cody Driscoll noted, "What's the play?"

Rose took a few breaths then turned to the archer. "Speedy, you provide cover from above," The former Teen Titan nodded in understanding then she turned to his fiance. "Jade, you and Cody flank from the sides, make sure no one gets out. Seymour, your with me. We got it?" Her team nodded once, "Alright, let's move."

Her team made their way over to the abandoned church, but Rose felt a hand grip her shoulder. Her teammate, and friend removed the smiling cat-like mask so that they were meeting face to face. Rose recognized the uneasy look in her eyes, for it was in her own. "You sure about this?"

Rose looked back to the church then back to her, "You feel it to?"

Jade removed her hand. "I was trained by the league of assassins, and what they taught me has been seared into my brain, and you have the similar training, making our instincts sharper then most, and right now they're screaming at me that this is a bad idea."

Rose contimplated what she was told, to be honest she felt the same way, the teachings of her father ringing in her ears telling her that something wasn't right about this. But then another voice echoed inside of her. Landon had asked her earlier if she could handle this, and she assured him that they could without Blackfire or Red-X. She couldn't let him down, she couldn't let her father down.

"We're going." Rose turned away from Jade and made her way to the church. Jade knew where this kind of attitude was coming from, she too was under the shadow of an oppressive father, struggling to impress the unimpressable, and it may end up hurting them in the process. Maybe they could do it, maybe they could win this one . . . .

But just in case, Jade reached for a small device she carried on her belt, getting the contact ready, hopefully she wouldn't need to use it.


Rose kicked the rotted double doors down, Seymour having his hand on the dial of his helmet and Rose holding one of the demon killing katana's in an underhand grip. Rose took a headcount. Just as Seymour had said, there were seven of them, three on each side of the alter and one in the center, each dressed in long snow white robes with golden trims and hoods drawn over their heads, each with the heads down and softly swaying side to side. None of the occupants turned to face the two teens as they stormed inside, instead continued in their swaying and muttering.

Rose could feel her instincts screaming at her to turn tail and run, but she shoved them down under the guise of determination, a determination to complete the mission. "HEY!" She screamed in an attempt to get their attention.

Six of the beings didn't stop their swaying, but the one in the center stopped all movement, then pulling the hood off of his head turned to face them.

Seymour's hand fell from his helmet, "Brother Blood?!"

The man gave a smug sneer at Seymour, his arms folded behind his back, "Seymour, if it isn't my other FAILURE!" His bellowing echoed through the church, both teens jumping at the sudden outburst, but the figures at the alter remained undisturbed.

Seymour looked over Brother Blood with puzzlement. "Wait aren't you supposed to be half metal or something?"

He was correct, the last time anyone saw Brother Blood, he had changed himself into a cyborg, mirroring the blueprints of the titan Cyborg, but now he was flesh and blood. Brother Blood glanced at his own body. "As strong as my other form was, it had it's limitations, like easily being pulled to pieces by Cyborg for example, but there was no way I would be able to get my flesh and blood back, unless of course I made a new friend."

"Indeed." A man with sandy blonde hair back in a ponytail and a scraggily beard dressed in a dark brown biker jacket stepped up beside Brother Blood.

Brother Blood chuckled. "Oh I jumped at the chance to rid the world of that treacherous little brat, Jinx. Then Marik here made me an offer I couldn't refuse-"

"-help us destroy the Titans and I'll make him flesh and blood again." Marik finished, "Sure he failed, but he was able to orchastrate an attack on Titans Tower from a prison cell, that alone impressed me enough to give him another chance, and now that you've finally arrived, my latest experiment can finally get started."

"Experiment?" Rose took a cautionary step backwards, her grip getting tight around the handle of her katanna, once again her instincts telling her to run fast and far.

"Why yes," Marik began pacing in front of the men who were still swaying side to side and muttering, "See I'm testing out a few new creatures to serve as soldiers for Trigon's eventual army, I'm just glad our entel proved correct when they said Landon's little goon squad was going to show up." Entel? Holy shit, someone sold us out! Rose growled to herself. "So while Sebastian and I sit back and enjoy the show, you kids have fun." Marik stood to the side and whistled to the men in the white robes, though by now they knew they weren't men.

They stopped swaying and stood up straight, then the began to rip apart the robes they were dressed in revealing the beasts underneath. Seven foot tall grey monstrosities covered in with exoskeletal plates of what looked like solid rock covered their entire bodies, including the tops of their heads. The only things not covered were their mouths and magma-like fissures and cracks running through their bodies. Atop their heads were these fan-like helmets to further protect their bodies in battle, but the most notible features of these beasts were their right arms. They didn't have hands, but instead was a giant club-like weapon with a sort of red glowing center that reminded them of Cyborg's sonic cannon, but a more rock-like growth. They were frightening, and growling towards the teens.

"I call them Razors, a combination of a demonic entity-"

"-and my Cyborg bots." Brother Blood smirked.

The Razors were snarling and salivating as they awaited the orders of their master to begin the feast. "Attack!" Marik ordered.

"Seymour NOW!" As the Razors raised their right club-like arms, Seymour raised a shield using his helmet and just in time too. A bight red and orange blast shot from their arms and began to beat against his shield. Rose took cover behind Seymour, then tapped a comm link in her ear. "Speedy,"

"Way ahead of ya." Arrows began raining from the ceiling towards the creatures immediately getting their attention.

"Risk, Cheshire, take down Blood and Marik. Landon has Marik on a watch list and he need to take him down." Both of her teammates agreed.

"Rose," Seymour was beginning to groan under the pressure of the Razors attacks, but Rose also noticed that four of them were getting closer, while two of them pushed past the teens for the roof.

"When I say go, drop the shield and dive for cover behind the benches." Rose whispered to Seymour.

"I . . . don't know . . . if I can . . . hold this."

Rose kept her eyes planted on the Razors. Just a few . . . more . . . steps . . . "NOW!" Seymour instantly dropped the shield and dove for cover. Rose leapt into the air over the Razors attacks, drawing her second Katanna, and swung the blades down on the nearest creature. Sparks shot into the air as metal made contact with stone, but it didn't give an inch. "Oh no . . " The Razor used it's free arm to grab the girl off of him and threw her against the benches of the church, breaking them into a thousand wooden pieces.

"ROSE!" Seymour turned the dial and began blasting the Razors to draw their attention away from the girl, well his plan worked. Three of them turned to him and raised their blasters towards the cyclops. Seymour turned the dial again shooting a large yellow bubble trapping one of them in a solid round cage. Seymour spun the dial again and continued to blast away at the beasts baring down on him.

Rose lay on the stone floor of the church, her torso aching from what was likely bruised ribs, but her fathers advice to push through the pain brough her back to her feet. The Razor blasted at her again, but she moved to the right kicking some of the wooden debris towards it's face. Seeing as it didn't have any eyes, her attempt to distract it hardly phased the beast, but the clunk of the wood against it's skull caused him to shake his head. Rose sumersaulted away from it's blast, then threw one of her blades into the cracks of the Razors armor. It howled in pain, but it wasn't a kill shot. With the other blade she piecered through the cracks again right where it's heart was supposed to be. It growled again, but Rose was going to have to stab it a few more times for the kill to take effect, so she went to work to bring the creature down.

"Hm," Brother Blood rubbed his chin, "Your creatures are quite solid, they don't fall easily."

"That's the idea," Marik smirked. Suddenly Marik felt a presence right beside him. He threw up his hand stopping the attack from the young blonde man dressed in a light blue jump suit, then with a flick of his wrist threw the young man into the benches. He turned back to Blood, "Hold that thought," and he made his way to where the injured teen was getting back to his feet.

Blood chuckled as the young man crashed back into the ground, but he had his own issues. He moved his head to the side as Sai missed his face by inches. He bobbed and weaved around the ninja assassins attacks with the small ninja blades, but all the while he kept a smug grin on his face as if toying with her. Finally Cheshire throw a backwards flying kick into Blood's face, knocking him onto his back, and making him quite upset. Cheshire leapt into the air, intent on dealing a final blow to the cult leader, but Blood removed his robe, throwing it into her face as a distraction, then charged throwing a fist into her gut, then elbowing her in the back taking her down to the floor. Blood raised a boot to begin stomping the girl, but an arrow with a boxing glove on the tip hit him square in the jaw.

Cheshire pulled the robe off of herself, then sent a glance at her fiance. "Only I'm allowed to push you around Jade." he said over the comm device.

"Psh, you wish handsome." Cheshire dove for blood again, as Speedy continued to loosen arrows at the creatures, however is in haste to protect Cheshire, he hadn't noticed two of the Razors make it to the roof and opened fire. He couldn't dive for cover, and he didn't have time to fire back, so instead he tucked and rolled into the church, spinning and mid-air and shot a grappling arrow into the ceiling. With the arrow connected to a wire on his belt, he used to more arrows to fire at the rooftops of the church and exploding on impact, but his attack also broke apart the roof that was connecting him to the ceiling, so now he too was crashing to the stone ground along with the Razors.

Speedy hit the floor with a rolling thud, knocking the wind out of him and the bow out of his right hand, then a explosive pain errupted from his arm as one of the Razors slammed it's foot on top of it, crushing it instantly. Speedy screamed a scream of complete and utter pain as all feeling left his right arm, the Razor continuing to grind it under it's foot. The Razor growled with victory then aimmed it's blaster at Speedy's face.

"ROY NO!" Cheshire, forgetting about Brother Blood compeletly, threw a handful of smoke pellets at the creature dissorienting it, and knocking it away from Speedy. She ran to his side, the archer hissing and wincing in pain.

"Tell me . . . how bad is it?" he groaned.

Cheshire glanced at his arm, but had to hold back the vomit. It was COMPLETELY crushed like a bug being smashed on a windshield. She gulped. "It's fine."

He chuckled a painful chuckle. "Your a . . .liar." He began to shake as his body slowly started to go into shock. Cheshire glanced at her teammates. Rose had just barely finished killing one of them and was assisting Seymour, and Marik and Blood were fighting off Risk.

"We need help." Cheshire reached for the device that was at her hand and smashed the button, hoping and praying that her call would be answered.

Risk blocked an attack from Blood, using his foot to kick Marik away, then brought it back to kick Blood off of him. Blood caught his foot in his hand, then spun him around the decrepit benches, shattering them into pieces as he did so, then sent him flying towards the demon Marik who threw a punch into his stomach and took him to the floor with his hand around his neck.

"Not bad my friend," Marik grinned.

Risk choaked, "Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you." Risk threw his knee into Marik's ribs releasing him instantly. Risk got to his feet, blocking a kick from Blood, then threw a punch into his chest, then threw a back kick at Marik who came back to finish him. Marik grabbed his leg throwing the young man against the wall with a crack. Risk fell to his hands and knees, only to be kicked in the ribs by Marik, sending him into the air, then grabbed him mid-air and tossed him back to Blood, who punched him in the face, knocking him back into Marik's waiting hand that wrapped around his throat.

Risk's wheezed heavily, his face broken and bloody. "Like I said, not bad, just not good enough." Then Marik threw his fist into Risks chest.

Rose pulled her katanna out of another dead Razor. Her total kill count . . . two. Her blades were chiped and dented, making them blunted and usless as they crashed against the stone armor. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Marik, with his fist through her teammate Risk. Marik tossed the lifeless teen aside, Rose watching in horror.

"ROSE!" Cheshire screamed to her team leader, "WE NEED TO PULL BACK!"

Rose couldn't think . . . she couldn't speak . . . her world seem to be crashing down on her. She failed . . . she failed her father . . . she failed Landon . . . she failed Joey. She . . . was a failure. Someone pushed against her, pushing her back with Cheshire and the wounded Speedy. He was out cold, his arm bleeding without ANY signs of stopping.

Seymour stepped in front of them, bringing up a shield to protect his teammates. "We need to get out of here!" he yelled back to them.

"ROSE!" Cheshire yelled at the white haired girl, who only stared in a frozen shock. Speedy was wounded, Risk was dead, and they were next.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Seymour growled, "I'LL HOLD THEM OFF!"

That seemed to snap Rose out of her daze. "NO! NO ONE IS GETTING LEFT BEHIND!" The Razors continued to blast against his raised shield of the young teen.

"JUST . . . GO!" To late. Marik shot a blast of black energy at the cyclops shattering his shield, leaving him open to attack. The focused attacks of the four beasts blasted against Seymours helmet. He screamed in agony as his helmet melted under their attacks, his teammates watching in horror, Rose now failed Seymour.

Out of the window an arrow colored bright green attatched itself to the Razors blaster and let out a stream of gas blinding the demons and halting their attacks.

Rose ran to Seymour searching for a pulse. "What was that?" she asked out loud.

Cheshire recognized the arrow that was fired, a smile coming to her face. "Backup."

More green arrows rained from the ceiling ontop of the beasts, each being loosed from a young blonde women dressed in green pants, and top that cut off below her chest showing off her midrif. She wore a green mask that still showed her blue eyes as they darted from one creature to the next as she shot more arrows at the beasts.

"Need some help?" The voice came from above her from a young man in a blue and black armored suit with wings that looked like bug wings. His arms crafted to look sonic cannons that unleashed a blue fury over the demon soldiers.

"Thanks Blue." The young women thanked, then ran to Cheshire's side.

"I didn't think you'd come, Art." Cheshire admitted.

The one called Artimus chuckled. "That's what families for."

"Jade I've got a pulse!" Rose shouted.

Artimus looked up utilizing the psychic connection martian teammate initiated from before the mission. M'gann we need a lift out of here.

On it.

"Blue, we're outta here!" Artimus yelled to her teammate.

Blue Beetle glanced over his shoulder. "'Bout time!" The ceiling above them caved in to reveal a red martian ship that floated down into the building, and opened the back for the teams to step inside.

"This is our ride." Artimus and Cheshire helped Speedy into the ship while Rose got Seymour into the ship behind them, while Blue Beetle provided the cover fire.

Jamie Rayes, these creatures are unnatural beings and wont be defeated easily.

Blue Beetle looked over his shoulder to the scarab attatched to his spine. "We're not trying to beat them just buy our friends time."

They have made it to the ship, it is our turn to escape.

"Then blast get us out of here!" Blue Beetle's weapon's vanished from his arms only for his power to be concentrated to the center cannon on his chest and fired at the Razors, blinding and disorienting them enough to escape. "Let's go!" The Blue Beetle took off to the martian ship, leaving Marik and Brother Blood to watch them fly off into the distance.

"Damn it!" Blood cursed.

"What's the problem? My beasts proved quite formidable against Landon's little team, our informant is proving reliable, though I doubt they'll live to see the end of this day. Something that will distract Landon enough for me to achieve my goals."

"And what about my goals?" Blood glared.

Marik smirked. "Worry not, once Trigon has risen again, your plans will come to fruition. The enslavement of all the heroes and what not."

Blood continued to glare at the back of Marik's head, the sounds of the Razor's feeding on Risk's corpse sounding behind them.


Blue Beetle finished scanning the two injured Teens. "They've both lost a lot of blood. We have to get them medical attention immediately." He turned to the pilot of the ship, a young women with verdent skin, auburn hair, a white t-shirt with a bright red X across her chest, with blue gloves and boots, her face dusted with freckles. "Get us to the Watchtower-"

"No." Both Artimus and Cheshire stood, but it was Artimus that addressed them. "These guys aren't exactly on good terms with the League, we can't take them there yet."

"Well if we can't go to the Watchtower, were can we go?" The green skinned girl asked.

Artimus looked to Cheshire, "Head to Titans Tower West in Jump City. Inform them that Speedy and Seymour need medical attention ASAP."

Blue Beetle looked from Cheshire to Artimus. He didn't know this Cheshire, but he trusted Artimus, and if Artimus trusted her then so did he. "M'gann, take us to Titans Tower."

M'gann nodded and placed the corrdinates into her ship. Cheshire glanced over at her unconscious fiance, then over to Rose who was curled up in the corner of the ship, defeat and dispair weighing heavily on her shoulders. Cheshire sighed reaching for her own communicater specifically for contacting Landon.


Morning

Landon didn't bother getting a glass for his scotch, instead drinking right from the bottle . . . his third bottle.

"Mister Landon?" His assistant Chip appeared in front of him, "What is the matter? How did the raid in St. George go?"

Landon was quiet for a moment as he tinkered with the bottle of scotch. "Not . . . well." Chip raised a brow waiting patiently for him to continue. "They were waiting for them when they got there."

"They?"

Landon took another drink, once again cursing his demoncy for prohibiting him from getting drunk. "Marik has become butt buddies with Brother Blood, and using his talents to create monsters fit to distroy my team, and the Titans. Speedy lost his arm in the attack, Seymour probably wont make it to nightfall, and Cody is dead."

Chip lowered his head, "Oh . . . I'm so . . "

"It get's worse," Landon became quiet again, "Someone had informed them that my team was coming . . . and know one know's where Blackfire is . . "

"Sir . . . do you think she . . "

"I do," Landon set the empty bottle down and grabbed a recording device, "and the worst part is I have it all on tape. I knew Blackfire had a trecherous tendency so I made sure to tap all of the calls going in and out from my team and associates, courtesy of the Batman." Landon tapped a button on the recorder.

"What did you find out for us?" The first voice on the tape, Landon knew as Marik, the other voice he knew as well . . . . .

. . . . but it wasn't Blackfire.

"Landon's team will be in St. George in half an hour, right now I have him in Gotham so there wont be any chance of him coming to the rescue."

"And what of the dragon boy?"

"Taken to the Arena as I promised, he wont be a problem. And if we're lucky will suffer an unfortunate death while there."

Marik chuckled. "You've done well Chip. Aren't you afraid that Landon has already figured you out?

Chip scuffed. "The only thing I'd regret is not doing this sooner."

"I see, well your sacrifice wont be in vain, I'll see to it that Trigon knows of your sacrifice."

Landon clicked the recorder off glancing at the demon who had been his assisstant since he was made king of hell. Chip removed his glasses and began whiping them off with his sleeve, not in the least bit scared of the demon king. "How long?" Was all Landon asked.

Chip replaced his glasses. "Since we came to Jump City to search for Carnus, when I heard Marik was around I contacted him immediately. I was the one who informed Marik about the girl Terra and her connection to the demoness, Carnus didn't get it from possessing the changeling. I was the one told Marik about Adonis, I pointed Lust in the direction of Titans Tower, I told Marik about the young girl Jinx who was on her death bed at the tower, and that led to Brother Blood's attack. I was the one who pointed Carnus in the direction of Dr. Light to help reset him, unfortunately he didn't attack Raven, but as a consilation prize, he attacked that annoying Kole. BTW, she called me to inform you that your pet has been taken."

"I know," Landon stood up, "I stopped off at the Tower where my team was being patched up and Kole let me know. So I'm assuming Marik knows ALL of my dirty little secrets? And Carnus?"

"Carnus doesn't care either way, in the end I simply led him in secret." Landon nodded at his explaination. "But you are correct to assume that Marik now knows everything."

Landon began to pace around Chip. "I see, and would you happen to know where Blackfire is?"

Chip chuckled. "I do, and let me say you'll never be seeing that alien slut again. But if you'd like I could tell you where-GHAGH!" Blood spurted from Chip's throat when Landon drew a demon blade across it.

"-or I can just kill you." His assistant collapsed to the floor, a dead heap of flesh. Landon began to whipe his face clean of the left over blood with a handkerchief. "I need a minion!" Landon tossed his used handkerchief on Chip's body as two of Landon's demons hauled the corpse away. Landon straigtened his suit and headed for the chamber that held Sloth, though upon opening the doors he recieved another dissapointment.

"Bollocks." he cursed into the empty room.

WOW a lot of shit just went down!

What did you guys think I'd LOVE to know!

Next time we'll check in on Raven and BB, along with Cyborg and Kole and how the others are doing in the aftermath.