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IMPORTANT NOTE
I am rewriting this story but have decided to leave the original two parts I posted up, this being the first one. This was one of the very first things I posted and I felt I wanted to leave these up.
The new rewrite will begin after these first two parts, the first chapter and this interlude.
If this causes any problems with anyone I will just take these old chapters down, I may do that anyway.
So if you want to read the rewrite just skip ahead to where it says "Prologue"
Thank you all.
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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I claim too, this is a simple fan based homage. Their creators and the companies they work for and with own the characters and all that pertains to them. (I.E. Jack Kirby, DC. Comics, AOL-Time Warner, Pioneer/AIC, Hitoshi Okuda) This is just fans of the Represented media expressing their love for it for fun, no profit is involved or expected thank you.
Author's Notes: Just a little bit of something that popped into my head, I did have this planned for this character appearing but at a later time. Then this idea occurred to me and I had too get it down. Thanks.
Sundered
Book Zero: Interlude One
Dark Tidings
A dark world crisscrossed with fire sits alone in the void, not even stars will shine near the black sphere. On a balcony overlooking a courtyard filled with the screams of the lowlies that inhabit this most dismal of worlds, stands a being cloaked in shadow. His feet planted like that of a statue, his hands clasped behind him, he stands looking out, not at the dieing below him but out and at something beyond the view of anyone else.
His voice rumbles like that of a mountain as he turns "So it begins." Walking inside his appearance comes into view of the light of the torches that sparingly ring the dark granite room. His body though tall is so broad as too make him seem shorter than he actually is, is covered in a blue tunic like outfit held at the waist by a black belt. It is his skin though that most stands out; being that it is made out of grayish rock.
"DESAAD," he bellows, his voice chilling in it horribleness.
Appearing out of the shadows comes a figure cloaked in a robe the color of dried blood. "Yes my lord Darksied, what is your will? How may your most humble of servants do your will?"
His eyes flashing with power and his heavy brows creasing, "You will cease with your sniveling to begin with. And you will bring Granny Goodness from her current endeavors here, we shall be departing soon."
"Uh? . . . as you command my lord," Desaad stammers before fleeing the room.
Walking over too a table with a goblet on it, it's contents being some form of dark red liquid, Darksied the Master of Apokalips, brings the chalice to his stony lips, as the firepits rage outside his window.
"It begins early," says a voice from the shadows, its form becoming evident as that of a man in a floating green chair his body covered from head to toe in a black bodysuit. "It is a dangerous game you play Darksied," comments the man his voice oddly cold.
Not turning from his gaze at the blazing inferno in the distance, "You would be wise to remember where and to whom you speak Metron."
". . . Of course lord Darksied, as you wish."
"But you are correct, things are progressing ahead of schedule, and they are dangerous, for others" comes the gravely comments of dark figure of stone. "Soon though we shall have what we both most desire."
A nod is the only response from the seated man named Metron. Then with some heat in his voice he say's "Just don't forget, when you are done with her, Washu is mine."
Finally turning too face the man, Darksied gazes coldly into the seeker of knowledge's eyes, "I shall keep my bargains, NOW, BE GONE." With this last shout beams of power lash from the master of Apokalips's eyes, crisscrossing around until they hit the floor in front of Metron.
No flinch is evident from the seated man, but he does nod and smile slightly before fading from view. His unwanted intruder departed Darksied returns too relaxing listening too the sounds of the lowlies toiling away in armagetto far below him.
End Interlude One.
Signed: Verse12
End Notes: Darksied and the others are all creations of Jack Kirby, and if you don't know them, well . . . you will see more of them later, be assured. Thank you and please review.
IMPORTANT NOTE
I am rewriting this story but have decided to leave the original two parts I posted up, this being the first one. This was one of the very first things I posted and I felt I wanted to leave these up.
The new rewrite will begin after these first two parts, the first chapter and this interlude.
If this causes any problems with anyone I will just take these old chapters down, I may do that anyway.
So if you want to read the rewrite just skip ahead to where it says "Prologue"
Thank you all.
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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I claim too, this is a simple fan based homage. Their creators and the companies they work for and with own the characters and all that pertains to them. (I.E. Jack Kirby, DC. Comics, AOL-Time Warner, Pioneer/AIC, Hitoshi Okuda) This is just fans of the Represented media expressing their love for it for fun, no profit is involved or expected thank you.
Author's Notes: Just a little bit of something that popped into my head, I did have this planned for this character appearing but at a later time. Then this idea occurred to me and I had too get it down. Thanks.
Sundered
Book Zero: Interlude One
Dark Tidings
A dark world crisscrossed with fire sits alone in the void, not even stars will shine near the black sphere. On a balcony overlooking a courtyard filled with the screams of the lowlies that inhabit this most dismal of worlds, stands a being cloaked in shadow. His feet planted like that of a statue, his hands clasped behind him, he stands looking out, not at the dieing below him but out and at something beyond the view of anyone else.
His voice rumbles like that of a mountain as he turns "So it begins." Walking inside his appearance comes into view of the light of the torches that sparingly ring the dark granite room. His body though tall is so broad as too make him seem shorter than he actually is, is covered in a blue tunic like outfit held at the waist by a black belt. It is his skin though that most stands out; being that it is made out of grayish rock.
"DESAAD," he bellows, his voice chilling in it horribleness.
Appearing out of the shadows comes a figure cloaked in a robe the color of dried blood. "Yes my lord Darksied, what is your will? How may your most humble of servants do your will?"
His eyes flashing with power and his heavy brows creasing, "You will cease with your sniveling to begin with. And you will bring Granny Goodness from her current endeavors here, we shall be departing soon."
"Uh? . . . as you command my lord," Desaad stammers before fleeing the room.
Walking over too a table with a goblet on it, it's contents being some form of dark red liquid, Darksied the Master of Apokalips, brings the chalice to his stony lips, as the firepits rage outside his window.
"It begins early," says a voice from the shadows, its form becoming evident as that of a man in a floating green chair his body covered from head to toe in a black bodysuit. "It is a dangerous game you play Darksied," comments the man his voice oddly cold.
Not turning from his gaze at the blazing inferno in the distance, "You would be wise to remember where and to whom you speak Metron."
". . . Of course lord Darksied, as you wish."
"But you are correct, things are progressing ahead of schedule, and they are dangerous, for others" comes the gravely comments of dark figure of stone. "Soon though we shall have what we both most desire."
A nod is the only response from the seated man named Metron. Then with some heat in his voice he say's "Just don't forget, when you are done with her, Washu is mine."
Finally turning too face the man, Darksied gazes coldly into the seeker of knowledge's eyes, "I shall keep my bargains, NOW, BE GONE." With this last shout beams of power lash from the master of Apokalips's eyes, crisscrossing around until they hit the floor in front of Metron.
No flinch is evident from the seated man, but he does nod and smile slightly before fading from view. His unwanted intruder departed Darksied returns too relaxing listening too the sounds of the lowlies toiling away in armagetto far below him.
End Interlude One.
Signed: Verse12
End Notes: Darksied and the others are all creations of Jack Kirby, and if you don't know them, well . . . you will see more of them later, be assured. Thank you and please review.