The Other Kryptonian
Chapter 21
Artemis sprinted forward, her blonde ponytail bouncing. Her hazel eyes narrowed behind her green domino mask. A crossbow against her spandex clad leg. The slight raised heel of her boots slamming rhythmically into the smooth light brown stone beneath her feet.
Reaching over her shoulder, she notched two arrows with long canisters on the end. Raising the bow, she closed one eye, taking aim at the skeleton that rose out of the first coffin. Letting out a breath, she released the arrows.
A foot away from the zombie, pressurized gas shot out of the sides of the canisters, launching black cords through the air.
They flew through the air wrapping around the zombie's upper arms, pinning them to its sides. The ends of the chord slammed together sticking thanks to magnets on the end.
The skeleton lurched forward, opening its mouth to reveal glowing silver teeth. Fire exploded past the teeth like vomit from a demon out of the pit.
Artemis rolled out of the way, intense heat washing over her as the flames sped by her.
Ignoring the sweat running down her face, she notched another two arrows, their silver tips flashing. Closing one eye, she took aim, images of kid flash's transformed body flashing through her mind.
Letting out a breath, she released the arrows.
With surprising grace, the zombie through itself backwards, the arrows zoomed past an inch from its nose cavity.
Rolling to his feet, the zombie's dark eyes locked onto her. With a scream it ran forward, its bones rattling with each step.
Cursing, Artemis reached into a pouch on her right leg. She pulled out a small block with a thumb sized remote tape to the top. Detaching the remote, she held it in her left fingers. Clenching the block in her right hand, she sprinted forward.
With less than a foot between them, she tossed the block up. She let the zombie continue running, sliding easily between his legs.
Sitting up, she glanced back just in time to see gravity bring the block down to settle on the ropes still wound around its arms.
With a grin on her face, Artemis pressed the small red button in the middle of the remote.
A small explosion shook the tower, smoke and bits of bone flew in all directions.
Keeping her eyes locked on the smoke, she reached back sliding another arrow out of her quiver.
As the smoke began to fade, to leg bones standing alone became visible, as the archer watched they fell backwards, the sound of them hitting the ground lost in the battles going on around her.
–XX –
Robin ran forward, the slap of his steel toed combat boots echoing around him. Angling his silver colored staff ahead of him, he narrowed his light blue eyes behind his dark mask.
The Doctor Fate zombie that had risen out of the second coffin brought its hands together. With its fingertips touching, it formed a triangle. Chains made of black energy shot out of the hole created by the zombie's hands.
Robin cartwheeled out of the way, the chains brushing his dark green spandex. Righting himself, he threw his black cape out of the way, slinging two bird-shaped red and yellow Batarangs through the air.
Stretching his hand outward, the former Fate curved its fingers downward. The Batarangs froze in midair crumbling into red and yellow sand.
"Why do I always get the hard ones?" Robin asked clipping his staff fast to his belt.
His hands drifted to the pockets of his yellow utility belt, his mind wandering back to what Batman told him about dealing with the undead. He laughed at the time, thinking the older man was crazy for wanting him to study ways of how to deal with the undead. He shook his head, he was never telling him about this, it would just be one more thing the old man wouldn't let him live down.
An explosion brought him out of his thoughts, the concussion throwing him to the floor and saving him from being skewered in the neck. The zombie's fist flew through the spot where his neck had just been, purple energy claws extended from its knuckles.
"Well I guess we know explosives work," Robin muttered rising to his feet.
Twisting its wrist, the zombie spun bringing its arm around to swipe at Robin's head.
The bird themed hero ducked losing a few stray hairs in the process.
"I don't have any salt, or fire, so I guess I'll have to improvise." Slipping his hand into one of the pouches on his utility belt, he pulled out two small metal capsules.
Rising to his feet, he clenched the capsules in his fist waiting for his moment.
The undead magician thrust its left hand forward, a cobra exploding from his palm.
Twisting sideways, Robin launched one of the capsules into the air. It flew towards the zombie's open mouth.
Robin's eyes widened as the creature closed its mouth.
It grinned at his surprise, showing off to missing teeth on its right side.
"Guys, watch out. They're getting smarter!"
Rolling his last capsule along his fingers, Robin eyed his opponent.
The snake flew back into the zombie's palm. The hole it emerged from grew shut. The purple energy blades faded out of existence.
Curling its fingers, it beckoned Robin forward.
Throwing himself forward, Robin launched a punch at the zombie's midsection, only for it to be knocked away by a palm slap.
At that moment, the bird themed hero spun, slamming a kick into the zombie's ribs and sending it stumbling sideways.
Righting itself, the zombie held its arms out. Wind javelins spun into existence all the way up to its shoulders. With streamers of wind flying around its body, it launched itself forward a mad grin on its face.
Cartwheeling out of the way, Robin's scooped up his first capsule.
Again the zombie lunged forward, this time Robin spun, launching one of his capsules forward.
The point of the javelin slammed into the capsule snapping it in half. Pale white fog billowed from the pill spreading out into an obscuring wall.
Robin backed away, watching as the zombie backed up, but not before one of its arms got caught in the mist.
Everywhere the fog touched, a thin layer of frost appeared. The arm submerged in the pale smoke froze. Pale gray flesh became dark blue, brittle, and covered in frost.
Putting on a portable gas mask, Robin closed the distance between them a grin on his face.
The bird themed hero shot from the mist, the zombie swung its good arm.
Snatching the arm by the wrist, Robin pulled the zombie close, shoving his remaining capsule in its mouth.
Jumping, he slammed a knee into the zombie's chin, breaking the capsule in half.
Pale smoke billowed from the creature's mouth.
Jumping back, Robin watched as like the arm the pale gray flesh turned dark blue, ice crystals growing over its flesh.
Slinging his bird shaped Batarangs, Robin watched as they stuck into the zombie's chest. A beeping was all the warning the zombie got, before the Batarangs exploded, sending shards of ice and frozen body parts in all directions.
–XX –
Tonks stared at Doctor Fate zombie number three. Her amber eyes flicked over to the remains of the first two zombies. "Okay," she muttered, "so explosives and ice work." With her feet together, she lifted off the ground, the toes of her skintight black outfit barely touching the floor, "Let's see if one of the more traditional methods work."
Her mind drifted to Aqua lad. She wondered how he was handling this. Images of his muscled chest rippling as he threw the undead sorcerer around like a ragdoll filled her mind. She shook her head, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand as her cheeks burned pink.
Floating forward, she thrust her arm out straight. It elongated like rubber, her hand expanding to five times its size. She slammed her opponent into the wall, her fingers curled around its upper body, digging deep gouges in the wall as she pinned its arms to its side.
She cried out as spikes of blue energy sprang from the body, piercing her fingers.
With a snarl, she twisted her wrist flinging him into the air. Stretching her other hand outward, he froze, hovering suspended five feet above the ground. Narrowing her eyes, they filled with a peppermint green light.
A yellow ball burst to life within the body. Smoke began to seep out its mouth and ears. It's glazed over eyes locked onto Tonks as its hands clawed at its chest. Smoke began wafting through its pores.
Concentrating, the golf ball sized yellow ball buried in the corpse's torso shone a brilliant white.
The zombie opened its mouth, only for fire to explode from its throat.
Curling her fingers into a fist, the fire did a U-turn bathing the body in a moment. Snapping her fingers, the white ball buried in the corpse's chest exploded in a white flash, forcing the Martian to close her eyes.
Tonks blinked the spots from her vision as pale ash rained to the ground.
–XX –
Aqua lad charged forward, ignoring the bits of rock bouncing off the light blue fish scale armor covering his chest. Magical energy swirled around his bare arms. His purple eyes shone through his shaggy dark hair, "Alright Mr. Bones. You want to play with magic. Let me show you what an Atlantean can do."
The corpse raised his hands, color coming into its skin. Splaying his fingers outward, a runic circle flashed into the air with overlapping triangles in the center.
Aqua lad's fingers curled into a fist, magical energy roiling off his arm like purple flames. The energy coalesced into a gauntlet. Slowly a U-shaped blade grew out of the top of the fist.
Raising his free hand, he pressed the communicator in his ear. "Guys, my opponent has changed. He's starting to gain color in his skin, watch out."
Dropping his free hand, he thrust his arm forward.
An explosion of yellow and purple sparks arced off the barrier as his gauntlet made contact. The pale tan corpse looked at him, its head cocked to one side, a curious look in its dark eyes.
Aqua lad pushed. Where his U-shaped blade made contact with the barrier purple flames began to arc around him drying out his tan skin.
The previous host of Nabu raised his hand. Bubbles began to appear on the surface of the shield.
Aqua lad jumped back, barely avoiding the translucent golden spikes exploding from the shield.
Wiping the bridge of his nose, he stared at the blood on his thumb.
Rising to his feet, Aqua lad stared at the creature before him, the cut on his nose growing shut. How could he beat this creature? Even though it was starting to look human, its flesh was powered by magic, so there was no water inside for him to pull out. He was a prodigy according to the silent school of magic in Atlantis, but this creature had the skills of a previous host of Nabu. Somehow, he didn't think their skills were exactly even.
He needed something to neutralize the magic, but that wasn't in short supply in a magical building. His eyes flicked from side to side as he searched his mind, he had the entire history of Atlantis in his brain, there had to be something here.
The corpse sprinted forward, its body blurring around the edges.
Aqua lad jumped back, thrusting his hand forward. If he didn't have water, he would just have to improvise. He just hoped he could pull enough magical energy to pull this off.
As the creature closed the distance between them, its foot suddenly sunk into the floor like it was made of quicksand. Golden energy flared around the limb and it began to pull its leg free. Suddenly the floor rose up, consuming the leg to the calf.
The corpse's dark eyes flicked to its opponent.
Aqua lad stood before it, his hand outstretched, an outline of purple mystical energy tracing his body. Beads of sweat trailed down his face, but his dark purple eyes glowed with a faint light.
A grin split his face, "How do you like that?"
More mystical energy rose to the corpse command. It slowly began to rise from the floor, its would-be prison sliding off it like water.
"Oh no you don't," Aqua lad snarled, his aura flaring around him.
Ribbons of earth rose from the ground, snaking their way around the corpse's body. Soon it was wrapped up like a mummy. Golden light shone through the ribbons and cracks began to appear in the earth. Aqua lad ground his feet into the stone, pushing his will forward. Veins bulged out around his head.
More ribbons rose out of the earth, wrapping around the corpse. Slowly it began to sink beneath the earth a layer of ribbons wrapping around its body with each inch it sunk into its new tomb.
After what seemed like hours, its head disappeared beneath the stones of the tower of fate and Aqua lad a.k.a. Garth collapsed to his knees, his chest heaving. "Note to self, never get in a magic fight with a previous incarnation of Doctor Fate."
–XX –
Connor Kent a.k.a. Superboy a.k.a. Project KR lifted into the air, red beams of energy flying from his eyes and short bursts.
His undead opponent whipped his arms through the air like a conductor triangular shield's appearing in front of his palms to deflect the energy.
Connor ground his teeth, his light blue eyes narrowing in frustration, "I hate magic, I hate magic, I hate magic," he repeated over and over through clenched teeth. Angling his body down words like a missile, he tucked his arms to his sides and blurred forward.
A red outline blossomed around his body as he used his new telepathic shield ability to cover his body with a translucent red skin.
He slammed into his opponent with the force of a runaway car. Wrapping his arms around its body, he carried them both back into the resting chamber of deceased hosts of Nabu. Spinning like a tornado, he launched his opponent away from him. With a roar he sent another blast of heat vision from his eyes, this time using his telepathic ability to augment the blasts. Crimson energy exploded from his skull with enough force to push him backwards.
The previous host of Nabu flew through the air, more color returning to his skin with each second. By the time he was bathed in the light of Conner's blast, he looked completely human. Raising his arms, he conjured an angled oval-shaped barrier in front of him.
The barrier shunted the blast away at an angle, sending it carving a path along the chamber walls.
Hieroglyphs that stood for longer than some civilizations vanished in a moment, leaving behind a smoking trench.
Closing his eyes, Connor shut off his heat vision. His chest heaved and sweat ran down his face like water. A migraine pounded in his skull like a team of jackhammers.
The previous host of Doctor Fate launched himself forward. Once in close, he spun his body, launching a kick at Connor's head.
Connor raised his arm, the blow glancing off the barrier clinging to his body like a second skin. A slow grin spread across his face, "You should have stayed away."
The now living looking zombie launched its fist towards his face.
Connor caught it by the wrist. Twisting its arm behind its back, he reached forward, clamping his free hand around the top of its head.
He paused at what he was about to do, the skin felt warm beneath his touch. Shaking his head, he tightened his grip on the man's head. With a sharp jerk, he tore the man's head from his body. The sound of the man's neck breaking reverberated in his ears just before the head tore free of the body.
For a moment, he floated there holding the man's head, his body twitched, but no blood flowed from the stump of a neck, causing Connor to breathe a sigh of relief. For a moment, he thought these creatures were truly alive.
Pale steam rose off the body and within moments it crumbled to ash.
–XX –
Merope lunged forward, her white hair flying into her face as her opponent blurred out of the way. A fist slammed into her head driving her into the ground with enough force to crack the stone.
Tucking a strand of wavy blonde hair behind her ear, Kara's blue eyes stared at her opponent as she slowly rose to her feet. "Give up, Lady. You can't beat me."
Hopping back, Merope's dark gray lips twisted in a snarl, her ebony colored eyes burned with hatred. It had been women like this, the pretty women, who had made her life a living nightmare. If she had been beautiful, her life would have been better. She thrust her arms forward, her limbs elongating like rubber bands.
Narrowing her eyes, Kara pressed her fingers together. Long red triangle shaped energy blades emerge from the back of her hands. Stepping into the attack, she spun hacking at the arms.
Merope shrieked withdrawing her arms back to her, silver blood splashing the ground.
Cracking her neck, the blonde kryptonian lowered her arms, her blades fading away. "You've never actually fought before, have you? Your moves are erratic. Why do you hold so much anger for people you barely know?"
Merope rose to her feet, the slashes along her arms slowly growing shut. "I owe you nothing," she hissed, her features blurring as she transformed into black smoke.
The black smoke hurled towards Kara with incredible speed, ebony eyes shone a bright purple within the approaching darkness.
Tucking a strand of wavy blonde hair behind her ear, Kara spun. Within moments gale force wind whipped through the hallway, scattering Merope in all directions.
Merope screamed as the wind cut through her body, slicing her vapor form into smaller and smaller bits.
As Merope's screams faded she slowed. By the time she fully stopped, a circular divot was carved into the floor.
Kara glanced around her, her light blue eyes trailing over the light golden brown stone blocks that made up the tower of fate. "Where did you go?"
Concentrating, the world became a collage of purple, dark blues and different shades of orange. Her infrared vision showed her the dark blue smoke of Merope floating above her. She watched as it slowly began to pull itself back together, bits of the woman coming from everywhere.
She shook her head. She really didn't know how to deal with a woman that could turn to smoke. Her best bet would be to rejoin the team and wait until she reformed. Hopefully, they could capture her. The woman needed serious help, maybe if they cured her she could get the help she needed. Besides, if Wotan escaped, she could be a fountain of information.
With her course decided, Kara made her way to join the rest of the team, the torches along the walls showing off the curves of her body highlighted by the dark scale armor.
–XX –
Zar crossed his arms, carbon fiber armor growing over his skin. A gray fist slammed into his crossed arms, causing his carbon covered feet to skid along the stone, sending sparks flying around his knees.
Spinning, Zar threw a kick at Morfin's ribs, his toes curving into claws just before impact.
Morfin yowled as Zar's claws pierced his ribs, scraping up along bone.
Zar ripped his leg free, sending meat and blood splattering along the ground.
Morfin staggered backwards, his wound growing shut before his shadowy cloak reformed over gray skin.
He balled his hands into fists, popping his knuckles. His breathing began to come hard and fast. His eyes bulged, and his body began to elongate and expand. Soon he reached a height of seven feet, his chest expanding to a width of four feet.
His cloak shrank, becoming a black leather vest, stretched taut leather pants, and leather wristbands.
Slamming his fist into his chest, Morfin threw back his blocky head and roared showing off large white teeth. He charged forward, the impact of his large gray feet on stone shaking the tower.
He threw a punch, his fist looking like a small boulder as it flew through the air.
Zar wrapped both arms around the punching arm. Throwing himself backwards, he picked Morfin up off the ground slamming him headfirst into the stone floor behind him.
The ground exploded, causing tiles to buckle upwards. Pale brown smoke exploded from the floor and chips of stone bounced off the skin of Zar's carbon covered back.
Twisting, Zar brought his foot around in a kick. Inches away from Morfin's neck, a curved blade emerged from Zar's heel slicing through the gray giant's flesh.
Morfin's body slowly slid away from his head still buried in the stone floor. As the body impacted the ground, a small geyser of Silver blood shot into the air like lava from a volcano.
Zar stared at the body, its large black eyes wide with surprise.
An explosion of red energy caught his attention.
– XX –
Kent Nelson in his guise as Doctor Fate knelt on the ground, the stone floor cracked beneath his golden boots, his yellow cape pooling around him, light reflecting off the sun colored helm covering his bowed head.
Wotan drew her arm back, red energy billowing around her body, sending her wavy dark hair dancing off her shoulders. A cold smile spread across her red lips, "You fought me well old man, but you should've never given up the immortality the helmet offered you." She thrust her arm forward, red energy trailing behind it.
In an instant a coal colored hand flashed before her eyes clamping around her wrist, stopping her attack cold, her fingertips only centimeters away from impacting Doctor Fate's chest.
Wotan's red eyes flicked sideways, meeting a pair of glowing white just before a fists slammed into her body. Her mouth opened as she struggled to take in air. Her eyes bulged out of her head, making her look like an exotic toad.
Hand still clamped around Wotan's wrist, Zar glanced at Doctor Fate, "Are you alright Mr. Nelson?"
Doctor fate slowly rose to his feet, his golden cape folding around his body to hide it from view, "I am fine."
Zar inclined his head, "Good." Turning back to Wotan, he began to vibrate his body. The world slowed to a crawl around him.
Releasing Wotan's wrist, he tapped her on the shoulder sending her flying backwards. He felt bones break under his fist. Stepping forward, he began to hammer her body, causing bones to break with each impact.
She slammed into a wall, her head bouncing off the ancient stone, blood flying from her mouth.
Zar stood over her. Eyes glowing, her cloak and flesh faded from view, showing him her skeleton. Every bone in her body was cracked in at least two places. Her skull looked like a jigsaw puzzle, even though he never punched her in the face.
Shaking his head, her flesh and clothes faded back into view, "Just so you know, I never wanted to fight you. It was your actions, your attack on the world that caused your life to end this way. Goodbye Wotan, may you find peace in your next life."
Wotan glared at him blood flowing past her lips and streaming from her nose, "I'll be back, and you can bet I'll remember you."
"I'll be waiting." Zar drove his fist down. A scream rent the air, causing his punch to falter an inch from her face.
In that moment Wotan turned into a river crimson energy flowing away.
Cursing, he spun around.
A figure made of black smoke stood behind Doctor Fate, a smoky claw going through Fate's chest.
The figure withdrew her hand, solidifying into a woman, midnight black eyes locked on to Zar from behind Doctor fate, who collapsed to his knees. White hair poked out from beneath her hood.
Wotan solidified into existence beside her, streamers of crimson energy coming together to form her body. Grimacing, she rose to her feet, her body swaying slightly with the effort. Stepping forward, she almost collapsed with the movement if it wasn't for the white haired woman's arm lashing out to wrap around her waist.
Wotan ground her teeth, beads of sweat popping out along her dark green skin. "Thank you, Merope," she panted.
"Mistress," Merope whispered her hood fell away to reveal a gray face with rounded cheekbones, "We need to leave."
Wotan shook her head, her wavy dark hair slapping her face, "Not until I get what I came for." She reached forward.
Zar moved his body nothing more than a blur. He closed the distance between him and Wotan.
Merope stretched forth her free hand, her dark eyes shone a brilliant purple, nerves bulged out beneath her gray skin, and a trail of silver blood flowed from her nose.
The air in front of Zar became thick, making him feel like he was moving through molasses. He ground his teeth as Wotan's fingers curled around the top of the helm of fate. In slow-motion he watched her inhale, golden streamers of energy flying into her mouth.
Red beams of energy flew from his eyes as Wotan's wounds began to heal.
With her body outlined in golden energy, Wotan raised her hand.
The heat vision reflected off her palm, traveling back at an angle to slam into Zar's chest, sending him cartwheeling through the air.
He hit the ground, skidding along it until he came to rest at a wall. Through it all, his eyes stayed locked on Doctor Fate. He watched as he flashed back into Kent Nelson. Rising to his feet, he took one step before a spectral form of Kent Nelson vanished into Wotan's mouth. The magic around Nelson's body cut off. It fell to the floor with a thud.
With his site, Zar saw that Nelson's aura was gone. A person's aura was with them since birth. It changed as they experience life. The aura of a person even clung to the body for a short while after death. For it to be completely gone, meant that Wotan had eaten it, his hands clenched into fists, she had eaten his soul.
The red-haired kryptonian stared at Nelson's body. The man's wide horror filled eyes forever burned into his memory.
Holding up the helmet, a grin split the sorceress's face, "Until we meet again, young warrior." In a swirl of crimson smoke, she and her companion were gone.
The young justice team gathered around Kent's body.
Tonks knelt down and gently closed Kent's eyes, "What do we do now?"
Zar knelt beside Tonks, sliding his hands underneath Kent's body, "We take him with us and help the league give him a proper burial. It's the least we can do now."
Kara shook her head, tears streaming down her lightly tanned cheeks, "I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I thought that creature was out of commission."
"Her name was Merope," Zar rose to his feet, "and now you know different."
Shifting Kent in his arms, he reached over and pressed the S on Kara's armor. "Teleporter limit override, password Ark."
With that, the team vanished in rays of pale whitish blue light.
–XX –
In a swirl of red, Wotan appeared in her cave, staggering slightly as her feet touched the worn stone floor.
"Mistress," Merope whispered, her arm still wrapped around Wotan's waist, worry shining in her black eyes.
"I'm fine," Wotan rasped straightening up and wiping a hand across her brow, "my rapid regeneration just took a lot out of me."
Pulling away from Merope, she strode down the passageway, the florescent lights mounted into the curved roof of her cave casting her elongated shadow behind her.
She entered a large antechamber, more florescent lights were mounted to the ceiling, revealing the pentagram in the room's center and reflecting off the round tanks sitting on the pentagram's five points.
Wotan's gaze swept over each tank, one contained the skull of Charles Potter. Another contained hair from Lori Zechlin.
A third contained two of the three deathly hollows, and a final two were empty. Wotan moved around the pentagram stepping over wires that connected each tank to a large control panel on the far end of the room.
Stopping before an empty tank, she pressed the button at the base of the tank. The glass cylinder in the tank center spiraled open and she slipped the helm of fate inside.
Merope shifted from foot to foot, "Mistress, what are we going to do now?"
Wotan collapsed into a blocky stone thrown before her control panel leaning her head back.
"Mistress?" Merope questioned again.
Wotan slowly opened her eyes, her red orbs locking on Merope's form. She curled a strand of dark hair around her finger, "It's a shame we lost your brother and the others, but you Merope survived, you proved your loyalty"
Merope dropped to her knees, her head bowed low, "You honor me mistress, but it is you who freed me from my prison and gave me power to stand on my own two feet."
Wotan waved her words away, "Soon Merope, we will have all the pieces to the puzzle, I will have the power to make sure no one ever hurts me again, and you will get whatever you desire."
Merope bowed until her head touched the floor, images of a faceless handsome man flashing through her mind. This faceless man confessed his undying love for her, filling her with the warmth and affection she never had in life.
"Thank you Mistress," she breathed
Raising her hand, Wotan's throne turned to face the rectangular control panel. A large keyboard took up center position in the center of the control panel. This one not only had every letter of the alphabet, but some symbols not seen in ages.
A hole sat to the left of the keyboard. Three thin slots were positioned on the right.
"Merope, I need to conserve my strength for the battles yet to come. To that end, I need you to retrieve the final pieces of my puzzle. I need you to go to a retirement home in Smallville, and visit a man name Burt Belker I need you to summon something he once had in his possession."
"Of course Mistress, but I don't have the knowledge or power to perform rituals."
Wotan inclined her head, resting her fingers on the keyboard, a holographic screen sprang to life in front of her, "I know that's why am going to grant you more power." Raising a hand, she ran a finger down her shelf of glass slides. Finding what she was looking for, she pulled it out, holding the slide up to the light.
Light pierced the scaly human skin within the slide.
Nodding, she slid the slide into one of the slots. With a few quick keystrokes, the form of a body filled with tiny red dots appeared on one side of the screen, the name above it reading, Merope/Dementor magi hybrid.
The scaly human skin appeared on the other half of the screen, transforming into a DNA sequence. The name above the sequence read Lamia
Thin green lines flowed from the DNA strand, connecting to the red dots filling Merope's body.
Pressing a button, Wotan turned as Merope whimpered.
Merope knelt on the ground, her arms wrapped around her body. Pale green light shone from within her frame.
Turning away from Merope, Wotan stared at the empty tank, before her eyes flicked to the two deathly hollows, "Soon, I will have everything I desire and the world will be mine to remake as I see fit, a world without men, a world where no woman has to worry about being hurt like I was."