PROLOGUE
It was a dark and stormy night (about as cliché as any other story, yet still effective when it came to atmosphere).
Screams of agony could be heard echoing around and within the Ancient Temple.
At the temple, Pitch was being tortured by red lightning strikes. And who was striking lightning on him? Samurai Jack, the god of thunder and protector of Earthrealm. However, something was off about him—something . . . darker.
Pitch, exhausted and battered, winced at the pain. "You—you should thank me, Samurai Jack. Our battle changed you. For the better."
There was a moment of tense silence, before the thunder god looked up, his eyes now red and full of wrath. The now dark Samurai Jack struck Pitch again. "Be silent, Pitch."
Samurai Jack approached the fallen Elder God and grabbed him by the head, momentarily delivering another bout of electricity.
As the thunder god let go of his head, Pitch sneered. "But you wear my amulet. Finally, you embrace the truth the Elder Gods deny. The truth I was cast out for speaking."
"The truth I embrace Pitch," Samurai Jack glared, "is that mercy is wasted on those who defile Earthrealm. I will destroy our enemies before they destroy us. Starting with you."
"How, Samurai Jack?" taunted the fallen Elder God. "Not even you can kill an Elder God."
The thunder god charged his power, producing a lightning blade. "There are fates worse than death."
From off-screen, Pitch's scream of agony could be heard.
Dark Samurai Jack glared down. He picked up the fallen Elder Gods' still-living head, black energy emerging from it. The thunder god carried the head over to a stone table before setting the head down and slamming his fist, electricity flying from it only a second. "I will deliver you to Omi and your NetherRealm minions. You will serve as warning, and an emblem of my wrath."
As the thunder god teleported away, Eris appeared. The Elder Goddess walked over to the stone table.
Eris looked at the severed head of her son. "This was not your destiny, Pitch. Once again, the thunder god has upset the balance of history. But know this—the arc of the universe bends to my will. . . . It is only a matter of time."