Welcome back to the Dark Multiverse, today we conclude the Silver Banshee duology. Now I understand this character may not be as well known as the rest of Superman's villains, but I sort of thought everyone would expect somebody like Lex Luthor or Brainiac and the like. So I chose someone obscure, hence Silver Banshee. So, after last time, how does Silver Banshee lead to Spyro going dark? Let's find out.

Earth -1031

I never liked Halloween. I don't know why, I just never did. But little did I know, one Halloween would change my life forever.

(Flashback to about a year ago)

I was preparing to spend the night in on Halloween, avoiding the celebration at all costs. Cynder meanwhile was getting ready for a charity Halloween ball, dressed as one of her friends from the League, Raven I think it was. Somebody with a cloak was all I could tell.

But, as I actually didn't expect, Cynder somehow convinced me to go with her, through the argument of how I couldn't avoid Halloween forever. She had a point you know. So I hastily threw together a costume, I think it was supposed to be Lex Luthor, but I ended up looking like an idiot.

Regardless, we arrived at the ball, in Metropolis, only to find an unsurprising number of people dressed up as Superman, Supergirl, or anyone related to the city's hero in some way. And covering the event, Daily Planet reporters Lois Lane and Clark Kent. I couldn't help the feeling that Clark was looking at me funny, probably because I was dressed like his arch-nemesis. Oh well.

Now I know I dislike Halloween, but surprisingly I actually was having a good time. Well, I was until she came to the party. Silver Banshee showed up to… well I really don't know what she was doing that night, all I know is that the party ended up becoming a bloodbath that night.

Part way through it all, I blacked out. I really can't tell what happened for sure. The last thing I remember was the Silver Banshee's cry hitting Cynder square in the face. Somehow the sound of the cry was draining the life right out of her. At least, that's what I thought I saw. To this day, I'm still not sure. I do know that by the time it was over, Silver Banshee was dead, her blood on my claws.

I fled Metropolis that night, trying to grieve Cynder's demise. This gave me whole new reason to hate Halloween. But while in my exile, I heard something… rather someone. It was Cynder, speaking to me from beyond the grave. And in my dreams she told me everything I needed to know. I had misinterpreted Silver Banshee's intent. Turns out she and Cynder knew each other from ages ago, before Siobhan turned evil. That was when I learned the truth.

Superman had broken the roof of the ballroom and tried to fling it at Silver Banshee, but missed, putting Cynder in the line of fire. Knowing the rubble would crush Cynder instantly, Siobhan considered her options. She knew her cry could easily stop the rubble, but only if she used the nearly ultrasonic pitch. And that pitch had incredibly deadly consequences, to the point where anyone who heard it would slowly have their life force drained. Ultimately, Siobhan chose to save Cynder from being crushed with it, but the cry drained Cynder's life force, killing her regardless.

Upon hearing these words, I immediately regretted killing Silver Banshee, because I knew she was trying to do the right thing. I cried more tears that night than ever before. But that was when I knew I had to right this wrong, and make Superman accountable. With tears still flowing, I begged Cynder's ghost to show me a way to exact my revenge.

And boy did I get one.

(Fast forward about 6 months)

After her death, Silver Banshee's ghost had returned to her ancestral home in Ireland. I had to find her, repent my murder of her, and then I would supposedly be granted my method for vengeance.

Turns out finding Siobhan's ancestor's old castle wasn't that hard, the ruins were exactly as Cynder had described to me one time. Upon arriving, I hesitantly stepped inside.

Spyro: Siobhan? I know you're here. (Moment of silence) Can I speak with you?

(Suddenly Silver Banshee's ghost comes out of the wall)

Silver Banshee: Leave this place you monster! I won't have my killer defiling my ancestral home!

Spyro: I know you're really off with me for that. But let me explain. I didn't see that Superman through the rubble you blocked. I didn't even know you had blocked it, saving Cynder from being crushed.

Silver Banshee: (Crossing her spectral arms) She told you didn't she?

Spyro: Yes actually. I came to ask for your forgiveness.

Silver Banshee: And why should I give it to you?

Spyro: (With tears in his eyes) I know the hard choice you had to make in saving Cynder, knowing the pitch of that cry would kill her. And I know you hate Superman even more for forcing you to make it. Now that I realize he was the catalyst of Cynder's demise, I realize we have a common enemy. Together, we can vanquish the Man of Steel.

Silver Banshee: I see what's in it for you, but I'm failing to see the equal end of this deal.

Spyro: You really can't do much to take revenge without a host. If you take my deal, you'll get a Purple Dragon for a host. It can't get more powerful than that. (Moment of silence) If not for me, then do it for Cynder.

Silver Banshee: (Sigh of relief) You had me convinced before you brought Cynder into this, and now even more so. Let's do this, Spyro.

The tears of sorrow I cried turned to tears of joy as I heard that response. Almost immediately afterwards, I felt Silver Banshee's ghost possess me, I felt the power surge through every fiber of my being. Now I had what I needed to avenge Cynder and destroy Superman.

(Fast forward about six months)

How fitting is it that I take my revenge on Superman on the very night Cynder died, Halloween. Ah, the poetic nature of it is lovable.

(Now we see what is happening, Superman has barely been able to get a word out as he's been slammed into the ground repeatedly by Spyro. Every time he attempts to speak, Spyro just hits him with Silver Banshee's cry, silencing him)

Spyro: You will not speak, Man of Steel! You have brought this upon yourself, now you will suffer in silence, just as Cynder did!

I didn't wait any longer to finish him off. As tears of joy hit the rubble, I unleashed Silver Banshee's highest pitch, draining even a Kryptonian of their life force in mere moments. Superman was finally dead, Cynder was avenged.

(Now we see what Spyro has become. A thin veil of silver energy coats his once violet scales, his muscles thinned like that of a corpse but still strong as they've ever been, Silver Banshee's blood has dried upon his claws, skeletal patterns shift with the energy across his scales culminating in a skull pattern upon his head, but the most prominent feature are his eyes, red from constant crying, as his tears have not stopped flowing since being possessed by Silver Banshee)

But Superman was only one of many participants in Cynder's death. I will not stop until every last person at that ball is taught their lesson for running, rather than showing the heroism of the dead man they idolize. My tears will become their death knell. I am Spyro, the Weeping King, and soon all will wail in eternal sorrow.

And that should do it for now. Next time, the duology centers on a Wonder Woman villain. Who will it be? I'll tell you it isn't going to be Ares or Hades, too similar to the original Wonder Woman duology. Anyways, onto last chapter's world number. 595 has a direct relation to Silver Banshee, as it is the issue number of Action Comics where she first appeared. So what about this one? I would say it's pretty obvious. Now I do realize this may not directly relate to Silver Banshee, but I did take partial inspiration from a character in Batman: The Brave and the Bold called Scream Queen, who did seem very similar, which explains the whole Halloween thing. So which villain is next? Tune in in June to find out. Same time… same channel… same horror.